Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She took a deep breath, her eyes were full of despair, she might be the first high-ranking assassin in history who couldn't even resist, why is this young man so dexterous with his hands, he can complete various joint skills in an instant , Even a first-class assassin like her didn't see it clearly. Although there are environmental factors, this is ten thousand times more skilled than the assassin instructor who teaches assassins.

A delicate and sensitive type, the explosive power is too strong.

This feels like a fantasy-level routine of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger of "I thought it was an inexperienced rookie, but it turned out to be an experienced old Siji".

"Such an excellent body... Bah, the excellent assassination method is indeed Yan Guo."

"..."

Dai Yunling kept silent, it seems that he chose to acquiesce.

"Is there really nothing new in the Yan Kingdom? Apart from a series of assassinations, I can't think of other tricks."

"Is there any other way for Yan Guo?"

Dai Yunling suddenly asked excitedly.

"Since the northern border of Yanzhao is the pasture of the Huns and Hu people, but the kings of Zhao and Yan in the past dynasties were stupid and used long spears and sharp swords to reject the barbarians on the beacon tower. Now the country of Yan does not want to be spurned by future generations. The virtuous king of the soil and the barbarians has been dragged down to the point where he has no strength to defeat Qin, and he still doesn't want to let go of his power, so the family of the King of Yan has nothing to do with it."

"So, this is basically the only way for the nobles to survive in troubled times. We little assassins can only bow our knees in front of big shots, without a day off for a year, and we have to do everything except having children, and we have to do whatever our superiors tell us to do. Calling out in the middle of the night to go out on a mission can't even say a word of complaint."

Yan Ce said with emotion: "You assassins really worked hard."

You assassins?

Do you dare to say that you are not an assassin, if you are not an assassin, you can play the rope more skillfully than the senior assassin like my old lady, and the sensitive points of your body will be tied up into a weird look.

Ms. Dai Yunling was so angry that she was about to scold her mother, is it true!

Even though her liver hurts from anger, the girl still has to keep smiling.

"Be more considerate."

"I really should give you a Best Model Worker Award. Come and go in the wind and rain, and go where there is not enough."

The smile on Miss Dai Yunling's cheeks was almost sincere, as if she was shy after being praised.

It's just that no matter what kind of expression this shameful bondage shows, it's like the color/qi that has been hanging in the clouds for half an hour before slowly drifting down.

"Everywhere, everyone is for the country."

The four "National Martyrs" lurking in the darkness approached quietly. When Dai Yunling tried to delay time and make a sound so that the assassins could locate their positions, the girl's footsteps were almost silent. Every step of modern dancers releases a signal of beauty.

Group fights, Feng Zuowei, pinned him to the ground and beat him.

"You are all great assassins. If it wasn't for my insomnia tonight, I guess I wouldn't be able to wake up even if you were humming majesticly by my bedside."

Yan Ce suppressed the civilized, prosperous... smile, and replaced it with a seriousness that is the opposite of Dalailie, looking at the girl who was puzzled by the specific term.

"How many are trying to assassinate Zheng... King Qin?"

"..."

Dai Yunling was slightly taken aback.

I thought the topic would really involve the Assassin's [-] work attitudes and the selection of model worker bonuses. Sure enough, young man, you are definitely an industry insider.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth were pursed, showing a dangerous smile.

"Are you talking about the assassins of the Yan Kingdom alone, or the Six Kingdoms?"

"All."

"All..."

Dai Yunling made the girl look like she was in deep thought, squirmed a few times, and turned over, her slightly flushed delicate face became more and more alluring to commit crimes.

The corners of the mouth gradually rose.

"a lot of."

"There are so many that you can line up from the main gate of Xianyang Palace to the banks of the Weishui River."

next moment.

In the pitch darkness, the four "National Martyr" assassins locked onto Yan Ce's position, and they were like a thunderbolt.

The graceful figure disappeared in a flash.

Raid!

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As the long wind blows gently, the pale cloud shadows are gradually rendered pale, and the light of dawn under the bright moonlight tears the vast sky.

bright!

The four "National Martyrs" already had a certain vision at the moment of the surprise attack. The blurred silhouette of the young man, the face is still unclear, and the position is clear, blocking the ghostly movement. The four assassins can overwhelm the young man with their numbers.

The steely will will not waver anymore, and a deadly surprise attack will be launched between lightning and flint.

within five steps.

People are the enemy of the country.

Five steps is an attack at an extreme distance, and it is a range where long swords are powerless. At the moment when the four little assassins, Ji's fingernails, were about to cut through Yan Ce's neck, the young man dodged sideways perfectly.

The four little "National Martyrs" and the bound Dai Yunling were startled slightly, and turned towards the boy with a look of terror of "being tossed over and over again by the Chihuahua".