Genshin Impact: I am the Envoy of Winter

The beauty that blooms on the branches will wither one day.

For Cole, the missionary is the source of all misfortune.

He brought the plague, the remnants of the devil, and pain and despair.

Old things can be forgotten, but blood feuds will be remembered.

For others, this is a tragedy.

It is just a tragedy.

A tragedy that people will forget after they shed tears.

The wound is not on themselves, so they don’t know how painful it is.

But for Cole, this is her past and her experience.

When she survived the plague, she knew that there was one thing she had to do in this life.

Find that person and kill him...

Kill him.

Kill him!

Originally, Cole was just walking, so the missionary didn't care too much.

But after reaching a certain distance, Cole suddenly accelerated.

This speed was beyond the missionary's expectations, because he didn't expect such a small body to burst out such a speed.

Fortunately, he was more experienced and leaned back slightly, barely avoiding Cole's dagger.

But the dagger in Cole's hand was longer than he expected.

So the dagger still brought a trace of blood.

Cole didn't cut his throat, even if the missionary made a wrong judgment, he did avoid it.

The sharp blade of the dagger only scratched his skin, but did not hurt the vital parts.

The attack failed, and Cole didn't give the missionary a chance to react.

The hand holding the dagger gently touched a mechanism somewhere, and Cole threw the dagger in his hand backhand.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

There was a steel wire attached to the back of the thrown dagger.

Kelai was not very skilled in manipulating the steel wire. She just instinctively used a trick from the assassination technique, but she did not expect such an effect.

The steel wire passed behind the missionary's neck and went around to the front, where it was caught by Kelai.

Kelai wanted to strangle the missionary's neck with the steel wire, but because she was not very skilled in using the steel wire, the other party seized the opportunity.

The missionary took the opportunity to put his arm into the gap of the steel wire. When the mechanism on the dagger began to close, it did not successfully strangle the other party's neck, but was blocked by his arm.

"Don't be too arrogant! Little ghost!"

The missionary, who got a moment of respite, was actually a little angry, because this little ghost went straight to the vital point. If he had not been rich in combat experience, he would have died twice.

Is this like a sparring? Why does it feel like this little ghost has seen the murderer of his father?

If Bai Luo was using the dagger at this time, then even if the missionary dodged the attack of the steel wire, he would have a way to continue to finish off the missionary.

But after all, Cole is not Bai Luo, and his strength is not as good as that of the missionary, an adult. Even with the help of the mechanism, he was still freed by the missionary.

"You are really of the same lineage."

He touched his neck, and a trace of bright red had already stained his fingertips.

If Bai Luo did not have the hobby of poisoning the dagger, I am afraid that this would be enough for him to drink a pot.

After licking the blood on his fingertips, the missionary showed a ferocious smile on his face, and there seemed to be some changes in his pupils.

Blood, even if it was only his own blood, successfully stimulated the beastliness of the demon god in his body.

Then...

Cole ran away.

That's right, Cole ran to the side of the Star-Picking Cliff without hesitation, and then jumped down.

"Damn it!"

The missionary ran over immediately, but he was not chasing the other party, but to save him.

He couldn't let the other party die in the battle with him.

He even had a guess, did the instructor want to attack him but couldn't find a reason, so he deliberately arranged this cliff-jumping scene, and then he had a reason to attack?

But he stood next to the Star-Picking Cliff, but he couldn't see the shadow of Cole below.

"What is it... um!"

Just as he was thinking about whether this was the instructor's conspiracy theory, Cole had appeared behind him and kicked him on the butt.

The assassination technique passed down by Bai Luo has never been a physical technique for head-on confrontation.

Fast, accurate, and stable are its core ideas.

Fast means to attack quickly, so fast that the opponent is caught off guard, and the battle is resolved before the opponent reacts.

Fighting for three hundred rounds is a reckless behavior, and the battle should be ended in one round as much as possible.

Accurate

, refers to accurate attack.

If you can hit the fatal point, you will never deviate.

If you really can't find an opportunity, you don't even have to make a move. If you don't make a sound, you will be shocked.

Stability is easy to understand, steady.

It is also the most important point of Bai Luo's assassination technique.

If you see that the situation is not good, run away immediately, and never fight.

As long as you are still alive, you can always find another opportunity to fight back.

As long as you can win, even if you use some not-so-bright methods, it's okay.

Just now, Ke Lai seemed to have jumped off the Zhaixing Cliff, but in fact, she swung from the gap below the Zhaixing Cliff to the other side with the help of a steel wire.

The missionary was only thinking about whether this was a conspiracy, and he didn't notice that she went around behind him.

The most important thing is that after Ke Lai kicked him down, not only did he not plan to save him, but he also pushed a big rock from the side.

That was the place where couples usually liked to sit when they came for a date, but now it became the missionary's death warrant.

"You are really of the same lineage!"

The missionary, who took out his weapon and barely clung to the rock wall, said this again.

But this time he didn't mean to praise, but rather gnashed his teeth.

He had seen Bai Luo's methods a long time ago, but he didn't expect that this kid had learned Bai Luo's tricks so well, just like they were carved from the same mold.

The missionary's weapon was a strange scimitar, the blade was composed of four parts, and the power of the demon's residue could be used to remotely control these four parts, which was like flying a sword.

But if the power of the demon's residue was not used... then it would be a piece of scrap metal.

And it was a broken knife that would break at the touch.

But the missionary couldn't care less, this kid was obviously here with the intention of killing, if he didn't fight back, he would really die here!

"Remember this moment! Little boy! You will know what the power of God is!"

Climbing on the rock wall, the missionary tore off his shawl, revealing the marks on the side of his neck.

These marks looked like wounds pierced by something, and there were bulging blood vessels around the wounds.

The missionary did not use all his strength. If he did, he would also be burned by the black flames.

It was just a small thing, so there was no need to do so.

A phantom similar to a lion appeared behind the missionary. It had three horns on its head, and its tongue was forked like a snake. The bulging muscles were explosive at first glance.

It was released by the missionary and was about to roar to the sky, but it saw... a person.

It was a man wearing a black windbreaker and a white mask. Standing behind Cole, he seemed to be just an ordinary person and had no deterrent power.

The key point was the phantom behind him.

That cold look, just a glance, made it feel like its soul was frozen.

There is no mistake, this is...

After a mournful cry, the remnant of the demon disappeared into the air under the missionary's confused gaze.

No matter how he called it, it was unwilling to show up again.