I Became an Anonymous Boss

Shirataki put his hand on his forehead... The girl's acting skills are really bad.

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Panlong Mountain Villa was brightly lit at night, and many people held torches to arrest people.

However, Shirataki thought that the 50-meter-high cliff would not be able to fall to his death. The black shadow just now, it can tear down walls with bare hands, and its physique is not inferior to the movie version of Lei Sledgehammer. A person with excellent lightness skills knows how to release force and release his true energy. Take a buffer, even if you fall straight down, you won't die.

But he didn't stop it either.

Murong Li was obviously showing signs of neurasthenia from being manipulated by this 'Bone Scholar', and let him go if he wanted to waste his time.

Bai Taki asked Lan Xiangxue, "How did he get here?"

Lan Xiangxue said: "I was in the yard at the time, and I didn't notice any trace of anyone, but it seemed to appear suddenly."

"Is it very clever?"

"Not sure, maybe it's some kind of technique?" Lan Xiangxue shook her head to show she didn't know.

"Where's Murong Nianyao?"

"Rest in the house. After she heard the noise, she hid in the side room with the maidservants." Lan Xiangxue lowered her voice: "I don't see any martial arts, but I may need to try again."

Bai Taki shook his head: "No need, she was frightened, she might not be able to sleep tonight, let's go."

Lan Xiangxue put away her sword: "Young master, why do you look so happy?"

"Aren't you also very happy?" Shirataki asked back.

"Is there?" Lan Xiangxue touched her cheek, she thought her expression was well controlled.

"Borrowing your identity and suffering such a dark loss will make you feel a lot better." Bai Taki understood, "I also understand this feeling. When I was in high school, I saw a certain school bully fall on the road. , I'm in a good mood all day."

"Master, you are really gloating." Lan Xiangxue said in a low voice, with a hint of a smile in her voice.

"After all, the happiness of human beings is based on the pain of others." Shirataki said unabashedly: "This is the sad inferiority of human beings."

"I'm very happy." Lan Xiangxue paused and added, "Really."

It's not that she was happy because she suffered a loss and was scared.

It's because the young master has considered my mood, and I will feel happy.

"That's right, you should smile more." Bai Taki smiled brightly: "It's not good to always have a cold face."

Lan Xiangxue smiled, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth, as if she was not used to it, but it was much more natural than a few months ago.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clean and clear but not bewitching...it looks good." Bai Taki praised him sincerely this time: "It's much better than that Murong Nianyao."

"Young master is also good-looking." Lan Xiangxue was thin-skinned and boldly replied.

"really."

……

In the confused night, white mist floats around the mountain stream.

Bai Jun'er stepped on the stream with both feet, and the cold stream wetted her long skirt. She raised her fingers to wipe away a scar on her cheek, and the wound healed quickly.

"Dare to attack me, you really have gained a lot of courage." Bai Jun'er clenched her fists unhappy: "Forgot that I taught you like this in the past? Or did you forget that you were beaten by me after not seeing you for so many years?" Does it hurt your bear face?"

At the other end of the creek, the burly black figure was silent, exuding a strange evil and monster aura.

He silently pressed the bamboo hat on his head: "Big Sister..."

"Do you still know that I'm the eldest sister?" Bai Jun'er raised her eyebrows: "What are you doing? Do you know what you are doing?"

"I have my own difficulties." The strong man said in a low voice.

"Then explain it!"

"No, I don't understand." The strong man shook his head.

"Stop talking if you don't understand?" Bai Jun'er raised her brows, furious: "I don't have such a good temper."

"Big sister, you haven't changed, you still have the same personality, but I'm different." The strong man said hoarsely: "Since Lord Tiger left, many things have changed."

"That's your reason?" Bai Jun'er clenched her fists: "It makes people different, ghosts and ghosts, and demons or demons!"

"I have no choice." The strong man gritted his teeth: "Elder Sister, you'd better not get involved."

"You think you can go?"

"I couldn't beat you in the past, but I may not be able to beat you now." The strong man let out a deep roar, one eye was bloodshot, and it said fiercely: "Don't force me to attack you... Big sister, I have my reasons, you If you should go to your fairy life, go, why do you want to come back?"

Bai Jun'er took a deep breath and asked, "Does Agou and Uncle know about it?"

"They don't know, they must think I'm dead, that's fine, just treat me as dead."

"Why don't you go back?" Bai Jun'er asked.

The other party did not answer.

"Are you going to continue killing people?"

"Of course." The strong man suddenly said calmly: "Although I failed tonight, you can't stop me...Since you have escaped, don't go back. Everyone will be killed. Not one left."

But unexpectedly, Bai Jun'er was not furious this time. Perhaps according to her past temperament, she should have slapped her in the face, but she didn't. She just said calmly: "Although I don't know why you did this, but you will Fail."

"..." The strong man was amazed by the subtle changes in her personality.

"Young Master Bai knew you would come, and asked me to entangle you on purpose. In fact, I didn't expect it to be you... If it was three days ago, I would have chosen to knock you out and drag you back to tie you up until Until you give up, but now I have changed my mind, it is too difficult to convince you, why don't you just figure it out." Bai Jun'er stretched out her finger, pointing at the black shadow: "Mr. Bai asked me to leave a word for you."

"what?"

"He wants to talk to you." Bai Jun'er said.

Soi Ying's expression was uncertain, he knew nothing about Shirataki, and had never heard of it.

After a while, the strong man asked, "Where is it?"

"Don't worry about this." Bai Jun'er turned around and said, "You will kill him soon." After turning around, she slowly added: "However, with me here, you will definitely not be able to kill him."

……

"Soon to be on my radar."

Shirataki sat on the chair, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Once you get used to using yourself as a bait, you don't feel any sense of crisis, but you can't sleep well.

An old fisherman.

It's a pity that he can't leave the Panlong Villa tonight, otherwise he is already on the way to level up happily.

However, when encountering this kind of thing, it doesn’t matter even a little delay. Although he has not found any evidence of Lanting’s destruction, he has an intuition that Lanting was destroyed, and a hundred people died at once... The real reason behind it and the rock The case related to Longshanzhuang should be inseparable.

But the trouble is that Taoism and Qi trainers are involved. The skills of Qi trainers are unreasonable and there is no martial arts. The Maoshan School used to study the tissues formed from the human body. What do you say?And the person who stole the spirit sword last time was not a human being, but a femininity, so what do you say?

There is simply no fuxk to say.

But the key difficulty is not here.

Even if Bai Jun'er finds out something, there is still a distance from the truth. After all, it is the knife that kills, and it is not clear who holds the knife.

Bai Taki, who was sitting in the hall, leaned on the chair, slowly closed his eyes, and rested his mind. He didn't plan to go back to the room to rest, and waited for Bai Jun'er to come back.

Because the living room is very large, the bigger the place, the less likely it is to hide anything. On the contrary, the private bedroom is not safe.

As he slowly closed his eyes, the night wind blew outside the open door, and sparks scattered in the room.

Moonlight and firelight fell on the young man's face, and there was an alternation of light and dark.

In the dead of night, he rang again the question that Bai Jun'er hadn't answered before.

——What are you traveling the rivers and lakes for?

—Mood is mood, preference is preference, but this is not the direction.

——People can live as they want, but it is impossible to live without purpose.

People always need a direction to live. Without a direction, they will be confused, and they also need a goal to strive for.

The goal of struggle in modern times can be three rooms and one living room, but what is the goal of struggle in this different world?

Wealthy?Famous all over the world?Martial arts unrivaled?

Seems to be all, seems to be neither.

Ever since I tried to break away from the ordinary life and escaped to this world, I don’t know when, I have become a frequent visitor to this world. Although there have been various incidents, I have never thought of escaping, and I have never thought of closing this world forever. door.

The boundary gate seems to have become a part of oneself, and there are many unforgettable things in this world.

After all, what is the essence of the boundary gate?He searched for this answer for three years, but found nothing.

He sighed softly, looked at the white clothes returning outside the door, and temporarily erased his doubts: "You are back?"

Bai Jun'er stepped into the living room, his eyes hesitated for a while, and then he sighed quietly: "Mr. Bai, I don't pretend anymore, I have a showdown..."

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nightfall.

Murong Nianyao fell asleep leaning against the table exhaustedly, her breathing rising and falling.

In the darkness, white hazy mist blows out from the gap in the door, crosses the gap in the door, and slowly takes shape. The wooden door squeaks and opens towards the sides. In the dense white mist, a figure flickers. Walking towards the door, there was a silent and ferocious struggle every step of the way.

The thin figure walked towards her and stretched out his fingers with sharp gray-white nails.

Murong Nianyao suddenly woke up from a deep sleep, she looked around, the doors and windows were closed, intact, but the surroundings were quiet, nothing happened, she opened the door, and the dark cold wind poured in.

In the courtyard, she saw a ghostly afterimage standing in the darkness watching her.

"Don't come to pester me..." Murong Nianyao's voice was suppressed.

Afterimage didn't move, just tilted his head, his expression twisted and twisted in pain, and continued to stare at her.

"Don't come to pester me!" Her voice rose a little.

The ghost's smile became even more distorted, blood and tears flowed from the deep eyes, silently questioning something, and it disappeared under the moonlight after a long while, like an illusory fantasy.

Murong Nianyao retreated into the room, closed the door, and slowly sat down against the door, exhausted and pale.

And outside the gate of Bieyuan, a thin figure turned around, half of his face was immersed in the darkness, retreating into the shadows.