I Became an Anonymous Boss

He thought to himself that maybe being stabbed to death by two women one after the other is the way to die for a winner in life... The only hope before dying is to let the person in their mouths suffer the same fate as me... This kind of I shouldn't be the only one who bears the sufferings of the world...

Tuoba's head moved, and his blood froze into ice.

"It's better for me to go one step faster." Lan Xiangxue picked up Tuoba's head.

"...You cheated." Feng Li refused to accept it: "He fell in your direction! Otherwise, I would definitely be faster."

"Each according to his ability." Lan Xiangxue said lightly: "It seems that he would rather die in my hands than be killed by you. You won't be able to get this head."

"Hmph!" Fengli snorted coldly: "What are you proud of? This is not a head surnamed Song. It's a consolation prize. If you want it, I'll give it to you!"

She walked away with the sword, leaving behind an indignant back.

Lan Xiangxue looked down at Tuoba's head, and she also wondered why the other party fell in her direction in the end.

Although I don't understand it, I can't explain it either. After all, Tuoba is dead and cold, and there is only one head left. Unless the Nordic goddess Freya pickles this head, it is unlikely to be brought back to life.

About this question, Lan Xiangxue asked the young master later, and only remembered that the young master said something in a godlike manner.

—Maybe it’s because you’re an ice-type one-handed sword character.

……

The timeline jumps back.

The whole process can be regarded as relatively tortuous, but in fact it is not particularly tortuous.

When Lan Xiangxue returned to Yun Pavilion with Tuoba's head in her hand, a group of people were surrounding the young woman in white clothes in the middle to greet her.

Shirataki, on the other hand, was sitting aside with a teacup in his hand, with a contented attitude.

"Yo, you're back, sit down."

"My lord, Song Shujing ran away and only brought back this head." Lan Xiangxue took out a dead head.

"Thank you." Bai Taki put the head aside: "Is this the sneak attacking archer?"

Xiaoguanyin suddenly pulled Shirataki's sleeve and held it firmly.

"She seems to know this dead head." Xiaoqing said, "Isn't it?"

Little Guanyin nodded immediately.

"Could it be that he is also...why are there so many borrowers of yours?" Bai Taki asked amusedly, "What part is it?"

Little Avalokitesvara pointed to his shoulder, and then quietly pulled half of it away. The shoulder blades and lute bones that were originally covered with scars and bloated had returned to their original shape.

"It's good." Bai Taki helped her close the collar: "The collarbone is so beautiful, if you don't put a few coins, it's a waste."

Lan Xiangxue touched her collarbone, and Fengli subconsciously looked sideways, but they were dressed tightly, so they couldn't open their collars to show the beauty of their collarbone.

The two girls looked at each other, Lan Xiangxue showed her height advantage, Feng Li stroked her long hair, they both have their own advantages.

"What's going on over there?" Lan Xiangxue deliberately changed the topic.

"A member of the Floating Water Guanyin Sect came." Bai Taki said, "I don't know if it's true or not, and I'm asking."

"Overseas fairy family? Isn't that..." Lan Xiangxue thought of the white tiger that had designated a special attack on Bai Taki.

"Well, if this is true, maybe everyone can be happy this time, and there is no need for tear gas and blade ending." Shirataki nodded: "The knife is almost enough, I still like the ending of healing, so give them time to verify .”

"So, what's the result?" Lan Xiangxue deliberately raised her voice.

"It's true." Le Ran layman said happily: "It's really the Floating Water Guanyin Sect from the overseas fairy island. This time they are ten years ahead of schedule."

"It's not ahead of time, it's just that I gave up Youli Daqin and came directly to Nantang. This time, the purpose is different from the previous ones." The young woman Qi practitioner said: "Although it's a little ahead of schedule by ten years, for us, it's not the same. It's a long time."

"Indeed, time in this world is meaningless to Qi practitioners of the Floating Water Guanyin Sect, but it is very important to us." Liu Ziling was extremely excited.

"It's not like that, we are just seekers who are after the way of heaven and longevity, not a family of immortals..." The young woman said modestly, "How can we compare with the famous people in the world?"

"I'm ashamed..." They were about to continue talking about the scene.

Shirataki got goosebumps when he heard it, and interrupted the speech: "It's almost enough, business bragging is enough, let's talk about the business and the connotation!"

The attitude of the young woman Qi practitioner remained the same, she did not put on the posture of a fairy who did not eat fireworks in front of the god Mo Wen who had won Dugu's reward: "Everyone wants to ask anything, but it's okay to say."

"This child..." Liu Ziling said nervously, "My daughter, it is rumored that only overseas immortals can save her."

The young woman put her finger on the girl's forehead, frowned after a while and asked, "Would you like to leave the soul?"

"Is there a way?"

"Yes, but..." The young woman shook her head: "With my ability, I'm afraid I can't do it. I'm weak and have no strength."

Dugu Fu immediately said: "You don't have to be humble, just do your best, you can use all the resources in Dugu City."

"That's not the problem." The young woman said, "It's true that my cultivation is not enough to support me, but please rest assured, the City Lord, there are people who can."

"Who?" Dugu Fu asked.

"I'm sorry." A brisk voice replied, and there was a white cloud in the clear sky, and there was a girl riding on the cloud to pick up the clouds, as if she was an exile.

"You are..." Dugu Fu looked at the girl with a look of surprise, "Could it be Master Lingshan?"

"It's me." The girl blinked: "I haven't seen you for more than 40 years, Dugu Fu, you are getting old."

Dugufu smiled wryly: "I've met the Guanyin suzerain... I haven't seen you for decades, but you are still as good as Yuguang."

"Your flattery is outdated, but it's not bad, I like it." Master Lingshan carried an ancient sword on his back, and inspected the people present: "Everyone, I am the fifth suzerain of the Fushui Guanyin Sect, Master Lingshan ,first meet."

"Cause, the fifth one?" Meng Chuxue said to herself, and Fengli was also puzzled: "I heard that it is an extremely ancient Qi training sect."

"Because every appointment is a super long standby." Bai Taki explained in a low voice: "Master Lingshan should be at least five hundred years old, and he was born earlier than Daqin Jianguo."

"My little friend, if you casually mention a woman's age, your tongue should be pulled out." The girl in white showed a dangerous expression: "If you really have to do the math, Bai Jun'er is more than a circle older than you..."

"Why should the old woman pretend to be a virgin!" Bai Taki flicked his sleeves, and said with disdain on his face: "Can an old woman be compared with a top cat-eared woman like Bai Jun'er? You go and change to lynx ears and talk to me again!"

Chapter 810 The next stop is Fengwu City

Southern Tang capital, Tingchao Alley.

In the gorgeous and spacious loft venue.

On a couch covered with luxurious cushions, King Yong lay on it. He sat at the top, with two rows of chairs below, and his subordinates stood one by one. He listened to the report of this group of people with a calm expression. There is a screen, and behind the screen there is a figure also sitting, the aura is not hidden, the shadow cast by the candlelight is flickering and dimming, vaguely absent.

"Your Highness, my subordinates have two pieces of news to report, one funny and one bad."

The person who spoke was a well-dressed man in a black robe, with special characters embroidered on the sleeves that were different from those of the Southern Tang Dynasty. His face was resolute and his skin was almost bronze in color. He seemed to be from the Inhuman race further north.

"Good news and bad news?" King Yong raised his spirits a little bit, thinking slightly: "Let's listen to the bad news first."

"Song Shujing is dead." The stranger said.

"Dead? He was an alchemist from the Sitianjian. He was ranked among the top five. How could he just die like this?" King Yong was surprised and said, "This person is extremely merciful. Didn't the Sitianjian claim that the Southern Tang Dynasty is immortal? , Aren’t the alchemists dead? A group of old guys are dead but not stiff, and they don’t do anything, and they have to receive pensions for 80 years.”

"Cough, Your Highness..." A subordinate reminded: "The alchemist of the Sitianjian is a public servant after all. It's not appropriate for you to say that."

"But how did he die? Is it true?"

"The fate card is broken, there will be no fakes." The stranger said: "Si Tianjian is shocked."

"Song Shujing is dead. Without this ambitious man, the control over Si Tianjian will further decline. The investment of the king over the years has also fallen into the water, and he has to re-select people to set up the line. I am afraid it will take another few years. Kung fu." Yong Wang pressed his eyebrows: "It is indeed bad news...how about the good news?"

"Return to Your Highness... Tuoba is also dead."

"?" King Yong frowned, "You call this good news! Give me an explanation!"

"He's dead, Your Highness can save a lot of money, and you don't have to pay the principal after the deposit!" The other man raised his head and said: "We have already found out his lair and the place where the gold is buried! But if it is confiscated, most of his life's wealth will belong to the prince!"

The other subordinates were in pain for a while, this is really 'good news'... You Ma De, you can't afford it...

"Is it appropriate?" King Yong asked, "Will it not chill the hearts of other subordinates?"

"No, Tuoba used money to do things. He was a killer. Besides, he was alone. What would he need after death? It would be enough to build a better tomb. If he likes yellow and white things, burn him one." A few houses."

"It's reasonable, let's handle this matter well and give him a good burial." King Yong said with satisfaction: "It's really good news to have money in the account and do things in a down-to-earth way..." His face suddenly changed: "Fuck!"

King Yong slammed the case: "Damn it! I was almost fooled by you. Both Tuoba and Song Shujing died, and they must have died in Dugu City! Did Mowen fail again to stop the gods and demons!"

The subordinates all changed face and looked at each other.

"Your Highness, please calm down..."

"How do you want me to calm down? Song Shujing, a good-for-nothing, failed twice in a row, and even killed two of my most useful masters! God and Demon Mo Wen! God and Demon Mo Wen is still alive and kicking! What on earth is he doing!"

King Yong was so angry that he raised the cup in his hand and was about to smash it to the ground.

"Your Highness can't!"

"How dare you stop me!"

"Produced by Nantang Guojiao, with a history of 470 years, the best blue and white Bairui porcelain, the market price is 950..."

The corners of King Yong's eyes twitched, his chest heaved several times, he put down the teacup, clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table.

The subordinate at the side also knelt down on one knee immediately: "No, Your Highness! This is the soft table and square table bestowed by the late emperor, and the market price is [-]..."

"Hiss... Fu..." King Yong took a deep breath, "Is there nothing for me to smash!"

"Then why don't you try this?" One person carefully handed over a jade ruyi: "This one has only been used for less than 100 years. It was often used by the previous generation of Lafayette to scratch itches. It uses the best warm jade, and the market price..."

"Enough is enough!" King Yong finally lowered his fist and smashed his knee: "I'm so angry! Tell the housekeeper of the palace to buy more cheap furniture in the future! The imitation ones!"

King Yong looked at a group of his subordinates: "The gods and demons will come to the capital sooner or later. Just waiting for him to call is definitely not my king's style. Song Shujing can't deal with him, and he has damaged my two generals. It can be described as tricky, everyone, how should we deal with the enemy?"

"It's not good for the front, what about the yin?" A counselor asked tentatively.

"Tuoba is the killer of Tianzi, he is also dead, assassination is useless." Another person shook his head and denied.

"No, I'm talking about taking advantage of his weaknesses. No one is perfect, and there must be weaknesses." The counselor stroked his beard and said, "Some people are greedy for money and some are lustful. These people can be bought."

"That's pretty good, what is Mowen's weakness?" the armored general asked, "I can't find it even in the Star Observatory."

"Ah... is he perfect?" The counselor dismissed, "I know he must have a weakness."

"Oh?" King Yong asked, "May I ask you, sir, what is this weakness?"

"The lower body." The counselor sneered, "As long as you grasp the weakness in this area, he will definitely..."

King Yong had no expression on his face, and waved his sleeves: "You retreat."

Two people came and took the old counselor out.

"Do you still want me to give him a woman?" King Yong sneered.