As this guy's voice was so rampant, the rakshasa in front of him didn't say a word.
"What's the matter, you didn't frown in the face of this situation before, how can you look like a defeated rooster today," the man in red pajamas in front of him suddenly looked at the rakshasa in front of him and asked.
I heard Rakshasa slowly raise his eyes and say, "Young master, this time things are different, it seems that the old man is really ready to attack us, because I have already fought with those who came." ” After Rakshasa said this, the guy in front of him, who was called the young master, suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"Do you still think that Tianmen is still the Tianmen of ten years ago, are we afraid of him now, if we are afraid that he will still dare to rebel, Tianmen, Tianmen, do you think he is really that god."
The man in the red pajamas in front of him said disdainfully.
The rakshasa in front of him was silent.
"Why are you being abused today," the man in the red pajamas in front of him suddenly blinked and looked at the Rakshasa and asked.
Rakshasa's face was extremely ugly, but he nodded slowly.
"Today I was supposed to kill, the Xuanwu messenger among the five envoys under the gate of heaven, Xiaozhuang, but when I was about to slaughter the Xiaozhuang, a strange man suddenly came, looking at his appearance, it seems that he is not from the gate of heaven, but he is surprisingly powerful."
When the rakshasa said these words, he heard the man in the red pajamas laugh all at once.
"So, the second person on your killer list was defeated by a guy you don't even know" The man in front of him felt very funny, and he couldn't help but laugh at that person.
But just as he was laughing, the Rakshasa in front of him was getting more and more ugly.
He didn't expect to be here today, maybe even he didn't know what was going on.
Who the hell is that stranger who would have such ability?
It's impossible for me not to even know his name, if a famous killer in Southeast Asia is defeated by a nameless boy, it won't become a big joke No wonder Narakshasa's face was so ugly at the moment.
At the moment when the two of them spoke, they saw a cold voice like a stone come out.
"Maybe the man who defeated the Rakshasa is not a nobody."
As the voice from the ice cellar spoke, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness.
His face was obscured by the black light, and only his body could be seen. 175 cm, neither high nor low.
Wearing a dark black suit, he slowly walked out of the darkness.
The moment he walked out, he could see his outline clearly, the outline was very distinct, his hair was combed very brightly, and even his nails were cut very thin and thin.
There is not a trace of dust on his body, but on his white face, there is a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.
Looks polite.
It's just that the hands that are as white as a woman are stiff calluses in the palms of the hands.
He walked out there and said.
His person didn't seem to have any emotion, and his pure white face was like a quick ice, carved out.
When he spoke, only his mouth moved, and even his eyes seemed to be lifeless.
When he walked out, the Rakshasa in front of him not only raised his eyes to look at him, but an invisible cold feeling surged up from his heart.
At the same time, there was a familiar murderous aura.
I had personally encountered this murderous aura this morning, but now the Rakshasa in front of me felt it again.
Who is he Who is this strange man who looks delicate like a woman, and is cold and seems to have no emotion spirit He is Spirit, a figure who ranks first on the list of Gold Killers, a figure with the godhead of a demigod.
An international killer who has carried out fourteen ultimate assassination missions in the world, and fourteen times using different means, the CIA and the Colombian police have no idea of his appearance or physical characteristics.
He is the Spirit.
It looks so ordinary, so ordinary that you won't find it if you throw it into the crowd, and it's the ultimate killer who is famous all over the world.
At the moment when the spirit came out, the man in front of him, who was called the young master by the Rakshasas, not only laughed.
"yes, that guy is still some kind of master."
"A person who is so high that even the Rakshasa with the second highest number of killers can't deal with it" As he said this, the face of the spirit in front of him was indifferent.
"His name is Yang Hua, a master who has just been favored by the old man, once wandered between the underworld and the white way, and has just begun to be recruited into the Heavenly Gate, and now he is the Qilin Messenger among the five envoys of the Heavenly Gate."
When the spirit in front of him actually told Yang Hua's whereabouts word by word, the ugly face of the rakshasa in front of him couldn't help but change color slightly.
"It's the Qilin Messenger in the Heavenly Gate," he said in a deep voice.
The man in front of him, who was called the young master, smiled.
"Kirin Emissary, so what's the matter, don't tell me that you two can't deal with him yet."
I only heard the face of the man in the red pajamas in front of him change and roared.
The spirit did not speak, and so did the rakshasa.
"I don't want to see some unicorn envoy or some bullshit Xuanwu envoy before my old man comes back, and then live, do you two ears understand?"
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"Lao Tzu pays you, you have to do something for me, or you will get out of me," only to hear the man in red pajamas in front of him yelling at the two of them.
When he cursed, the spirit in front of him remained indifferent, as if the curse had not reached his ears at all.
But how could he be insulted like this, he was a noble Greek prince.
At the moment when Rakshasa was about to get angry, he saw that the spirit in front of him no longer knew when he had an extra golden gun wearing a black muffler in his hand.
The bright muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at the head of the man in the red pajamas in front of him.
"I forgot to tell you one thing, your dad gave me double the money and asked me to kill you."
When this sentence was uttered without any emotion, before a word could be said in the mouth of the man in the red pajamas in front of him, his pupils dilated sharply, and the Ling's fingers pulled the trigger in front of him.
Then, with a pop, the bullet passed through his head and went straight out of his head, slamming into the vase next to him.
The entire vase shattered there in an instant.
And the man in front of him, who was called the young master, was still alive just now, but now he was spurting blood in his brain, and the whole person died there.
He's dead.
The spirit in front of him was splattered with blood on his hand
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