I Became an Anonymous Boss

Shirataki glanced at her, and he felt a strong sense of familiarity.

After walking out the door, he was sure that he knew at least one of the three people, but he had no impression of the black-faced man, and this woman was hiding very well. I am afraid it would be useless to take off the veil. A leather mask can hide the original appearance.

After some conversation, it seems that no useful information was obtained. No matter what the other party said, no matter it is true or not, you can't believe it until you find out the source. , Li Pan still stayed in the room, that means he is still alive... Unless there is a mechanism to make the wall a hidden door, otherwise it is impossible to kill people through the wall.

So far, Li Pan's head has gone to nowhere.

"Speaking of it." The manager in black remembered something: "The black robe who fell asleep after being drunk just now seemed to have drunk too much. I staggered... Could there be something tricky?"

"Perhaps, these three people must be weird." Bai Taki asserted.

But I don't know where the weirdness is, this sentence is tantamount to nonsense.

Shirataki rushed back to the cabin hall full of doubts, but the moment he stepped out of the corridor, he felt the chill in the air.

He suddenly raised his gaze, and looked at the main entrance outside the hall.

A cold night wind blew from the entrance of the main entrance where the lantern hung.

Between the moonlight and the flickering candlelight, a ghostly figure slowly stepped in.

In an instant, the candles in the entire hall were flickering, and the bright flame seemed to be mixed with a little green.

All eyes were on the intruder.

Dressed in black, like a nobleman in the night, his pale skin seems to have lost the warmth of a human being, the blue blood vessels are clearly visible under the pale porcelain-like skin, and the pair of pupils that are brighter red than Shirataki's left eye , adding a touch of terror to his existence, dotted between black and white.

Shirataki looked directly at the person who came, and an alarm bell sounded in his heart.

【The ghost has appeared】

The other party also seemed to sense it, and looked directly at Shirataki.

Tianmo sneered: "You actually delivered it to your door."

The landlord replied: "I am here to fulfill my promise."

Tonight, he and Lan Xiangxue can only live as one.

Chapter 150: Everything is Unexpected

If you use a classic sentence to describe Shirataki's mood at the moment.

——My badge is vibrating, there must be a place of magic nearby...

This sentence comes from the famous sorceress Mr. Geralt Piledriver Witcher. There are also many classic revisions of this sentence, but this is not important.

The important thing is that when he said this, it meant that he might have reached some dangerous edge.

Shirataki also felt this way. He had imagined the level of the 'ghost' in this mysterious task, but he didn't predict that this ghost was actually the blood-clothed landlord himself.

Fortunately, this guy came uninvited, saving himself the trouble of finding him.

The bad thing is that since the host in blood clothes has the guts to come, it means that he has a certain confidence that he can retreat unscathed.

Shirataki secretly thought that he was in trouble.

If Li Pan was still alive, and the fourth-rank Confucianism was here, his safety would be guaranteed, but looking back, there were not many people on his side who could fight, and it seemed that only Shang Yuwei and Lan Xiangxue had the fighting power. The other two children, one An old man, a rich woman, counting myself as Yamucha who can only be exchanged with Xiaobing for one...

Totally insecure!

Is this how to avoid the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day?

Shirataki thought about it, the last time he was forced to travel through time and space, he was able to escape and escaped from the opponent's black hand. Now that the cooldown time of the gate has not passed, the option of opening the door and running away does not exist.

The other party is still a top-level assassin, if he is not killed here, it will be very difficult to find him out, and there are very few chances of remediation in missions with mysterious difficulty.

It's okay to fail the mission, but if you are missed, you have to be careful if you go to the toilet in the future, if you stab a smelly knife out of the latrine.

Maybe people won't die immediately, but if they get tetanus, it's almost fatal here.

Therefore, he must be killed tonight, otherwise he will have trouble sleeping and eating.

Although he was already sharpening his knife in his heart, on the surface he didn't dare to act rashly at all.

strength gap.

The strength of the blood-clothed landlord is even higher than that of Lan Xiangxue, plus the special undead race buff of not being human.

Shirataki felt a little regretful, not being able to equip Lan Xiangxue with an Immortal Slash.

He looked sideways at the girl, and the assassin girl had already stood up, holding the Shadow Bearing Sword, and walked to the center of the cabin.

Ling Lie's murderous aura burst out in an instant when his eyes crossed.

The temperature in the cabin hall suddenly dropped, and the candles were flickering, as if the sword, light and sword could be vaguely seen.

Innate warriors are destined to temper their spiritual cultivation, and the condensed will is closely related to the embryonic form of martial arts. The killing intent, killing intent, and deterrence released are all a kind of use of spiritual cultivation.

The first round of confrontation had already begun when the eyes met.

There is a tit-for-tat confrontation in will, and a mutual impact in spirit. If one side shows weakness, the momentum will lose a lot before making a move.

Of course, this process cannot last for too long. Although the Gulong-style swordsman confrontation is suitable for some occasions, not everyone likes to be so silent. Only two killer assassins who are killing people will be relatively taciturn.

It seems that the bloody landlord is not a killer in the conventional sense, even Lan Xiangxue said that he is not a killer, nor is he an assassin.

This is correct. Judging from the appearance, the bloody landlord is more like an old-fashioned Jianghu man, calm and introverted with vicissitudes of life.

Therefore, his murderous intent is thick and heavy, like an impenetrable wall, somewhat depressing.

But Lan Xiangxue's killing intent was different, more delicate, like fine snowflakes falling from the sky.

She always restrained this murderous intent on weekdays, and tried her best not to expose her essence as an assassin killer too thoroughly.

But even though she tried to change it, the bloody smell on her hands did not dissipate. Her killing intent and intent seemed slight, but it was like the ubiquitous cold and low temperature, quietly freezing her life.

Not so cold, but chilling.

The blood-clothed landlord slowly put away his killing intent.

There was an indescribable satisfaction in his flat tone: "You have indeed grown up, a lot."

Lan Xiangxue also withdrew that piercing cold killing intent, put her hand on the hilt of her sword, and said in a cold tone: "Thank you."

The landlord in blood clothes talked about the past memories in a low voice: "Looking back, I picked you up with my own hands... A little girl with cold disease, who doesn't even want a brothel, throws it out to die, and I gave you a bite of food. "

Lan Xiangxue's delicate cheeks did not fluctuate, but she did not notice any warmth at all.

"For this mouthful of food, I killed a lot, the first time was a beast, the second time was a human."

"There's nothing wrong with that. People like you can only survive in this way, or else they'll be prostituted in a brothel." The blood-clothed landlord laughed mockingly: "Why, don't you think this kind of life is more suitable?"

"I have never thought about these issues." Lan Xiangxue replied flatly: "I will think about it slowly in the future. There is still a long, long time to think about the future, but..."

She held the hilt of the sword, and the Chengying sword was three inches out of its sheath.

"I have to wait until I kill you."

"This is considered to be bitten by my own dog."

The blood-clothed landlord showed a more mocking expression.

"Playing the emotional card? When a person starts talking such useless nonsense, it means that he is at the end of his rope." Lan Xiangxue said calmly, "I hope you don't disappoint me too much."

"Oh?" The landlord in blood clothes was stabbed by these words with a bit of murderous intent: "Disappointed? Little girl, don't forget who taught you your martial arts. Since you started building your foundation and practicing Qi, it was me Just watching...you really think you won me over?"

"When a Jianghu person does not use strength as an argument, but uses seniority and seniority to suppress people, don't you think that this kind of person often talks nonsense?" Lan Xiangxue narrowed her eyes, revealing just the right The expression of serious thinking is full of sarcasm: "Besides, you think you think it's you? You think I should have died a long time ago, but in fact, I'm still alive...not only alive, but also very nourishing."

"..." The host in blood clothes took a deep breath, suppressing his ups and downs.

Speech therapy is also a common method used by people in the Jianghu.

To kill people and kill people's hearts, attacking people's hearts is the most important thing.

Chat killing is always a very useful tactic, whether you do mental calculations or not.

When the landlord in blood clothes noticed that Lan Xiangxue could not be suppressed head-on due to his killing intent and aura, he realized that this girl was no longer the same. I don't know what kind of fairy magic that Bai Gongzi used to make her completely reborn in just a few days. The determination and confidence to confront yourself head-on.

As a calm veteran of Jianghu, the host in blood clothes tried to suppress Lan Xiangxue's aura with words, but it backfired.

The other party's preparations were very comprehensive, and even a 'not good at speech' girl became so eloquent.

"I was still deceived by you. I really thought it was a boring gourd." The landlord in blood clothes changed his mind and sighed: "I didn't expect you to be so scheming, but you can really bear it, and I don't know if your current owner sees this clearly. .”

"Heh..." Lan Xiangxue smiled this time, showing off her face, as soft as a plum blossom blooming, but her words were like a sharp knife piercing the other party's pain: "Are you comparing yourself with the young master? Just because you... match?"

These words were like a resounding slap in the face, the host in blood clothes had no intention of opening his mouth, and his heart was filled with dark and suppressed murderous aura.

The expressions of everyone in the cabin couldn't stop being a little bit exciting.

Dialogue belongs to the category of talk, but the person who speaks is Lan Xiangxue, who is not flashy or leaky.

Bai Taki was also a little surprised, he didn't expect Xiangxue, an upright girl, to be able to speak well and learn to use sharp tongues.

When did you go to Zaun to study nutrition?

In other words, this tone is actually a bit familiar.

When he was puzzled, he noticed that Yan Qixia raised her eyebrows, her eyes were full of 'unexpected' expression, proud and somewhat contemptuous.

……Could it be that……

Shirataki thought of something.

Yan Qixia's sensor sensed the young master's gaze. She turned her head slightly, held up her delicate chin, and tilted her head slightly. She was both cute and youthful, and she responded with a charming wink to him, meaning I mean - as you can imagine.

Of course Lan Xiangxue wasn't so clever, she couldn't respond naturally and flexibly to interference from the enemy's words.

If she had this cleverness, why would she have worked so hard as a laborer for so many years and defected directly?

Naturally, this wasn't Lan Xiangxue's flexibility, but a set of words compiled by Yan Qixia.

A set of speaking skills and scripts specially prepared to deal with the blood-clothed landlord, including deducing the content and focus of the other party's conversation, and developing some universal sentence patterns and special coping skills.

That's why she sat firmly on the Diaoyutai without any panic or surprise. These lines were written by her own hands. Naturally, she has a strong queen's aura and style. When the two are superimposed, the effect is surprisingly good, completely predicting the mouth of the blood-clothed host The cannon made it impossible for him to steal chickens and lose money, and the plan became a delusion.

Shirataki had already understood the cause and effect, he was a little relieved, and at the same time returned a look of approval.

The rich smoked woman accepted it contentedly, but it was a pity that the follow-up winks were avoided.

The exchange of eyes between the two was not secretly hidden, but aboveboard, and naturally it was seen by others, including the blood-clothed landlord.

The landlord in blood clothes began to feel annoyed, and sure enough...it was his handwriting again, how many schemings does this mysterious young man have!