Chapter Eighty-Six: The Undercurrent
Cagalde's entire movement froze, he had never been invaded in his life as an assassin without realizing it, which meant that his life was being dominated by others.
Cold sweat flowed down his wet sideburns, and the cold, murderous stinging aura behind his back moved away, and then touched it again.
It was a naked warning, and Cagard threw down his weapon and gently raised his hands.
", if you come later, you can burn paper in front of your fat master's grave."
A smile finally appeared on Revent's face, and the massive loss of blood blackened his brain, and he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked behind the assassin.
"You know, to keep the perfect appearance, you always have to waste some time."
An elegant reply sounded from behind the assassin, and the fake field faintly broke free from the shadows, with a gentlemanly smile on his face, and his whole body was well groomed.
He glanced at Revein, who was like a dead dog on the ground, and raised a slender eyebrow.
"Thankfully, it's not too late."
With a big sigh of relief, he said so happily.
"Well, trust you liar, it was my mistake in the first place."
Revent closed his eyes for a while, and the muscles on his body squirmed visibly, and then staggered to his feet from the pool of blood. glanced at his scarred body and said mockingly.
"Fortunately, I made the right bet and didn't lose this little life."
He remembered again that he had suddenly encountered a liar on the street, and finally stuffed a note in his hand, on which was only a simple line of words.
"If you want to survive, come to the central square."
Lei Wente muttered lightly, and then sarcastically said mercilessly.
"Now I really believe that you are from the Divine Court, because your pretending to be a ghost is the same as them."
"Oh! My dear friend, you can't slander me like that, the Divine Court is a terrible place, where I can't talk about life with all kinds of beauties, it will be more terrible than killing me, I hate the Divine Court. ”
Field covered his forehead elegantly and said contrivedly.
In the middle of his speech, the Assassin's left thumb suddenly crept towards the hanging necklace, but his face remained unmoved.
At the moment when his fingers were almost touching, a cold light like lightning flashed.
The entire necklace was directly lifted into the sky, and then with a crisp sound, it completely shattered into a dreamlike stardust in the sky, and it descended.
And the space around Lei Wente also squirmed, and then there was a silent loud sound, and the red lotus with a huge thunder spear stepped out of it without his stopping, with a clear anxiety in her eyes.
I don't know why, the fat man who was going to blame two sentences suddenly lost his life, just turned around lightly, leaving Honglian with a back.
"Oh! Your partner seems to care about you. Moreover, the way you look embarrassed is really terrible! ”
Someone's elegant voice sounded viciously on the side, and then he was glared at viciously by Lei Wente and Red Lotus, completely dejecting him.
"Alright, well, I think we should now discuss what to do with this assassin. If I hadn't taken the lead, I wouldn't have been able to beat him. ”
Seeing that the situation was in an embarrassment, someone who was not willing to be lonely jumped out and proposed, attracting the two of them to Cagalde.
Thunder Tone quietly breathed a sigh of relief on the side.
Seeing that all eyes were focused on him, Fake Field grinned triumphantly, revealing a charming smile that was popular.
"I haven't introduced myself yet. My real name is Shawshank, Shawshank Mavey. I was asked by a friend disciple to come and help you not accidentally die, although I personally don't think that's a bad thing. ”
"Shut up!"
Thunder let out a low snort. He didn't expect that the guy who was elegant and polite, and it was rare for a man to make a good first impression on him, was such a guy with a poisonous tongue.
"If you keep talking, I will curse you to be immortal."
This is not a fuel-efficient lamp either, and the counterattack is just as vicious.
Shawshank was not angry, still smiling gracefully. But when it came to the obedient silence, it seemed that this curse was indeed important to him, and even if he knew that it was fake, he did not want to break the taboo.
Lei Wente was a little dazzled, he had to admit that this damn middle-aged man did have a kind of intoxicating elegance, and he was hopeless to fall in love with him if he were a woman.
Shaking his head, he chased away his terrible thought.
Turning back, letting the dappled moonlight leave her body, Rayette reluctantly retreated into the darkness.
"I told you that you would know right away where my confidence comes from, dear Mr. Assassin."
After calming his breath, he glanced at the red lotus that was silently standing on the side, and then said a little tiredly.
For some reason, his mind became more and more chaotic, and countless strange words were mixed together, forming a torrent that washed and rolled in it.
This made his breathing even more rapid.
Kagald lowered his hand and exhaled a mouthful of crumbling exhaust gas from his lungs, and a crazy and cold smile appeared on his face again, like a hungry wolf howling on the top of a mountain.
Revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, he said.
"You always amaze me."
Then he inhaled the broken cold wind and faintly exhaled the mockery in it.
"Just amazement."