Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce turned around and asked without any doubts of fear, "The four of you over there, are you lying on the ground in such little clothes, aren't you cold?"

The malicious sight faded to the point of nowhere, how did he see it, is his eyesight so good?It can't be a night owl with its own night vision function, it should be a fraud.

The Assassins of "National Martyrdom" held their breath and kept their spirits high.

"Don't trample on the letter at the feet of the young lady at the door, or I will have to copy it again."

An assassin, Ji, froze for a moment, and lightly hit a bamboo slip with his heel, making a faint sound.

The sound was like thunder in a silent space.

Are you a ghost? You can really see! ! !

The little "National Martyrs" lurking around: "..."

According to the first article of the Assassin Rules of Yan State, the enemy has a favorable field of view advantage, and our field of vision is seriously disadvantaged, try to talk as much as possible.

If you retreat, you will be exposed to your actions. If you don't retreat and rely on the stream of consciousness to hack, the mission is very likely to fail, and you will also face group destruction.

calm down!

Dai Yunling took a deep breath, thinking about how to deal with this terrifying enemy, he didn't expect Xianyang to get rid of the king of Qin and the frighteningly strong military boss, and such a little monster.

As a high-ranking assassin, her intelligence work has been greatly derelict, which can leave an indelible stain on her dark resume.

The blade moved a little closer, she lowered her eyes, her gaze was indifferent, a cold assassin never fears death.

Death is the end of the mission and the beginning of a new life, Wang Shuyanxuan has fooled around like this.

kill him.

Kill this rookie with night vision.

"Miss."

Dai Yunling raised his head subconsciously and responded, "En?"

"what--!"

Yan Ce tore down the curtain while the girl was in a daze, easily folded her left hand and placed it on her back, fastened her wrists, kicked her ankle sideways, and folded the curtain into a rope at the moment the girl lost her balance. Both ankles tied the knot at the neck.

Skillful!

It seems to be getting more and more professional, obviously no training.

Yan Ce looked at these overly dexterous hands and fell into deep thought.

In the darkness, a set of flowing movements was completed within a few seconds. The four "National Martyrs" heard Dai Yunling's scream and planned to attack and kill Yan Ce, but they were not sure of a successful blow, so they had to cover it up cautiously. The corner of the figure retreated slowly.

The girl was lying on the ground in a rather sloppy posture, and she could clearly feel the coldness of the floor in her privacy. The terrible rope technique made it impossible to break free, and every tiny movement would involve her chest, Rubbing soft objects against cold can also bring about deeper stimulation, as if being roughly touched.

She raised her head in shame, and wailed terribly: "Sir, spare my life."

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Dai Yunling's body lay limp on the floor.

Once the tight body is relaxed, the tied ankles will pull the rope and the neck will be tightened. The right suffocation is accompanied by a chemical reaction caused by chest/chest friction. The simple action of instinctively wanting to tighten the legs makes the body sensitive The speed soared to a peak again.

The delicate and charming face is full of bright red color and lifeless sluggishness.

The slightly heavy breathing echoed in the middle hall of the Snapper.

The charming picture of Dai Yun Ling Wu Mi came to the minds of the "National Martyr" assassins at the same time. Gujing Wubo's selfless state seemed to be roared past by a hundred thousand grass mud horses, and it was so fragmented that it could not be picked up at all. degree.

The superb rope binding perfectly fits the girl's tall figure, the exquisite and spacious maid uniform is stretched tightly, and the well-drawn curves can be vaguely seen, almost all the qualities that a high-ranking assassin should possess, such as fair skin, and Such as beauty, or smooth and attractive long legs.

The extreme skill that can be called a master made Miss Dai Yunling feel an equal amount of strange feeling while suffering, her nerves were almost released instantly from the tense point, and she fell limply on the ground and lost the ability to resist.

Which country's assassins came here from another job? They don't pay attention to the diplomatic principle of "a soldier can be killed but not humiliated". Are you not prepared to abide by the fifteen rules of the assassination world?

Reluctantly taming an assassin girl through special means, the tense atmosphere gradually eased, and the cute and dazed expressions of the other four little "National Martyrs" gradually entered the boy's pupils. The poor little ones who were about to demolish their homes began to enter the mental reduction mode.

However, for some reason, Yan Ce looked at his hands, but couldn't bring up the slightest joy. If he met an assassin, shouldn't it be a fierce slash with a knife and a sword?Why his first instinct was to solve the problem with more complicated rope arts.

The most important thing is that the skill is too skillful, the hands are not only steady but also fast.

Men are silent and women are crying.

On the side, Dai Yun made the girl's will between blurred and clear, trying to stick out her tongue to lick the overflowing saliva, and always ensure the dignity of the high-ranking assassin.

The girl whose stature is between that of a young girl and that of a royal sister, has a suggestive gesture with a special meaning, mixed with youthfulness and charm, which makes the girl's charm index exponentially magnified.

"Maid, are you the assassins of Yan Kingdom?"

Yan Ce ignored the four little ones who dared not move, squatted beside Dai Yunling's perfectly curved buttocks, and asked curiously.

"no……"

The young man's voice barely awakened the leader of the assassin Ji, who was in a sensitive state, but her stubbornness as an assassin prevented her from betraying her home country immediately.

Yan Ce hesitated for a while, pulled the rope connecting the neck and the girl's ankle twice, and asked again: "Really?"

Assassin Ji's pupils shrank suddenly, and her voice rose more than ten degrees in an instant.

"Yan Yan Yan Yan country!"

"Huh...huh..."