Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2401 Crossing the Millennium: Ancient Assassins Contrasting Cuteness (82)

   "Living in the past world is self-righteous." The boy curled his lips, his voice was three-pointed evil, "Still amusing himself."

   "Isn't it ridiculous?"

  The young killer still maintained the posture of copying his pockets with one hand, so he straightened up unhurriedly, and then passed Song Zhi slowly, without even turning his eyes.

she?

  Which she?

  Xu Bai? !

  An unbelievable guess rose from the bottom of Song Zhi's heart.

  Why does Su Mo want to protect Xu Bai? ! Why?

   Maintain a slave and maid who refuses to yield to his master.

  Or would he rather believe Xu Bai than her? !

  Song Zhi thought for a while, bit her lip, her teeth were deeply embedded in her lips, and blood was spilled.

  Su Mo walked a little farther, avoiding the surveillance, he stopped, then lowered his eyes to look at the silver needle in his hand that was shining coldly in the sun.

  The thin and long silver needle presents a translucent color, like a thin silver-white thread.

  If you don’t look carefully, maybe no one notices it at all.

   is also bitter and dangerous.

  The young assassin's eyes were splashed with thick ink, without waves, like a cold pool in the depths of a steep valley, oozing with strands of chill.

   Cold and indifferent, without desire and desire.

  After a two-second pause,

Su Mofeng lightly retracted the Silver Needle, as if he had done nothing, and walked straight to the side of the car. His long and distinct white fingers opened the door, straddled his long legs, bent over, and slightly bent over to sit on the pole. Went in.

  Sun Zhu sat in the position of the co-pilot, and when he heard the sound, he looked back at Su Mo and couldn't help asking, "What did you say? What does Song Zhi mean?" I was afraid it was not because of illness.

  The slender boy leaned on the seat, raised his hand and took off the black mask, revealing a handsome and exquisite face, showing a breathtaking beauty.

  He closed his eyes, looking lazy and cold, "It's not interesting."

  Sun Zhu: "..."

  I knew that Su Mo couldn’t say anything to him. Sun Zhu was not disappointed. He withdrew his gaze boredly, and said to the driver, “Okay, let’s go.”

  The slender young man had no emotions, his face was cold, he opened his eyes, those obsidian-like pupils were filled with a certain kind of coolness, like the mist in the middle of the night, no light and shadow could be seen.

  His white and cold fingertips slightly rubbed the edge of the dagger, feeling the touch brought by the blade of the fingertips, and his expression was indifferent.

  Killing was too simple for him.

  The number of people he killed is countless, how many people he can’t even remember.

  The dagger can directly kill people,

  But a poisoned silver needle can make life worse than death.

  In the past, he liked to kill him with a single blow, but occasionally he can do it differently.

  Su Mo lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slowly curved.

  He does not accept anyone who denigrates his beliefs.

  That person is the only faith and light to chase for the rest of his life.

   can only,

is his.

   belongs to him.

Only,

   is also unique.

  After Song Zhi returned home, she lost consciousness for a while, and she wanted to contact Su Mo again.

  She is not reconciled, really.

  Song Zhi can’t understand,

  When you meet someone you know well in a strange world, shouldn’t you be sympathetic to each other?

  Why does that person have such a cold and cold attitude, as if everything in the world can't get into that person's eyes.

Not appropriate.

  She is the princess of Song Dynasty, does she want anything?

  She should be held in the palm of everyone's hands, just like in the Great Song Dynasty.

  Rather than just watching a close servant of oneself walk in front of him, his identity is more noble than himself, and his power is stronger than himself.

  (End of this chapter)