I Became an Anonymous Boss

"what?"

"Fierce ghosts and innocent souls!" Zhan Kuang drew his sword brazenly.

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"Eleven hours to go."

Shirataki lay on his side like a salted fish with his cheeks supported.

It was already dark, and now he just wanted to open the door and go back to the apartment early, sleep on the soft bed, sleep until he woke up naturally, after waking up, he would play games for a few hours, and order Mr. M for three people.

This world is so dangerous, only games and happy meals in the fat house can heal your soul.

If he had known that the risk of becoming stronger by doing tasks was so great, he might as well be honest in business and engage in the industrial revolution.

It's a pity that repairing why is so delicious, even after the loss of cultivation base, you can jump directly from the first floor to the second floor with a single jump.

Although it is not comparable to a real master, but on the basketball court, it is quite cool to cover whoever you want.

But why are there not many martial arts and martial arts that I can use every time, and eight out of ten books are exclusively for women?

I can only sell it to a rich woman for some silver taels, and my heart bleeds because of the loss.

This breaking the door must be aimed at myself, whether this world can still be good, I am on a hot day...

Ok?

Before Shirataki could unleash his punches, the voice from outside the door had already attracted his attention.

There was a burst of sound outside the mountain temple, which seemed to be the sound of steel colliding with weapons.

There was a sharp sound in the wind, and the shadow of swords and swords seemed to be seen through a door.

There should be no bandits and bandits in this mountain, and even if there were, they should all be eaten by that monster.

Bai Taki was puzzled... Who was so blind to come over to give the blood demon an extra meal in the middle of the night?

He stood up, walked to the mountain temple, and pushed the wooden door with both hands.

After the sound of creaking, the bitter wind poured into the mountain temple, which was mixed with a few sharp sword marks.

He didn't react and let the saber air pass by.

I saw two masters fighting between the mountain roads outside the mountain temple.

Blood was dripping from Zhan Kuang's knife, and he grinned: "Weak, too weak!"

He took a sudden step forward, the knife in his hand seemed to come alive, and the flying knife light drew a white mark, like a little blank space in the comic style, but it represented the deadly and terrifying knife energy, like a thunderbolt, a knife When it fell, the bluestone on the mountain road cracked in an instant. It was a bluestone with a thickness of [-] centimeters, and some minerals were added to it. It was split in half in an instant.

Lan Xiangxue squatted down, slapped the ground with her right palm, her figure spun in the air without any strength, causing the knife light to miss.

And Zhan Kuang laughed, the light of the saber pulled left and right, and with a flash of cold light, even an old tree hugged by the three of them was chopped off in the middle.

The girl is like a swift in the wind, swaying with the wind, shuttling in the wave of knife light, every dodge is the limit distance.

But she just dodges is the limit, there is no time to fight back.

Bai Taki stood between the mountain temples, shocked in his heart...fuck, the gods are fighting.

He has killed people and used hands in the past, but he has never played this kind of mutual showmanship.

Basically, it was the end of one move, and even before he made a move, the opponent lay down.

The two sides moved too fast, and the shadows of swords and swords confused people's eyes. Thirty moves were passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhan Kuang slashed the broadsword horizontally, and the lightning and flint sword fell on the girl's fair neck.

Lan Xiangxue was almost exhausted, so she could only set up her stabbing sword to block the knife.

But when the weapons collided, within a short breath, the blade of the stabbing sword was covered with cracks, and there was a sound of shattering.

The girl's figure was thrown away, and was kicked away by Zhan Kuang's raised right leg, as if a ball had hit a tree trunk, shaking off all the leaves.

She coughed out a mouthful of bright red, and the weapon in her right hand shattered into uneven pieces.

"Too weak, too weak... You still want to kill me with less than [-]% of your skill recovered!" Zhan Kuang breathed out a breath of white qi, the blood qi in his body boiled, and the true qi circulated, causing his body temperature to rise sharply: " Originally, you and I were only equal in strength, but now, you don't even have a [-]% chance of winning!"

He took a step forward: "Perhaps you should be thankful that it was me who came here, not a Taoist... He likes to make women into furnaces and fall into his hands. You don't even want to die too happily."

Lan Xiangxue wiped away the bright red from the corner of her mouth, she looked at Zhan Kuang expressionlessly.

"You talk a lot..."

She picked up the broken sword, even if it was a broken blade in her hands, it could still kill people.

But just when she was about to speak, her voice suddenly froze.

The long mountain road had come to an end, she realized something.

Xiangxue looked around in a hurry.

In the dark mountain forest, the moonlight was shining, and the girl's eyes fell on a broken stone pillar, on the old wellhead covered with moss, and on... in front of the opened door of the mountain temple.

The young man stood quietly under the moonlight, and the fire in the mountain temple was dimly lit. He was silent and did not say a word.

The girl's delicate and pretty face turned pale in an instant, and her mind was in a mess for an instant, and she lost her position.

It was clear that the big enemy was at hand, but she didn't take another look at Zhan Kuang, the strong enemy didn't even matter to her at this moment.

Lan Xiangxue drooped her head, like a child who knew she was wrong and felt uneasy when facing her parents.

Her voice trembled, and she wanted to hide her face.

With a soft call, I am ashamed.

"...Young master."

Chapter 8 You have a nice knife

Under the moon, in front of the mountain temple.

Bai Taki was silent for a few breaths, his eyes wandered and he said: "You... are very powerful."

I didn't expect this girl to be so fierce, much stronger than myself.

He suddenly felt a bit guilty, he thought that it was a little girl who had no experience in the world, but unexpectedly she was a master, so embarrassing.

"Son..."

Lan Xiangxue bit her lower lip, her cheeks turned pale.

He even looked away, and deliberately praised himself.

But there is no praise in this sentence at all, but suppressed unhappiness is hidden.

...you are amazing.

... so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?

She didn't mean to be brave, she just didn't want to trouble him any more.

I just want to fight the killer for life and death, no matter what the result is, don't drag the young master down.

But things in the world can't go according to people's wishes. During the confrontation, there was no time to see the surrounding situation clearly. When he realized it, he had already arrived in front of the mountain temple, and he was still seen by the young master. This must have made him angry.

No matter what my wishes are, I have trampled on the good intentions of the young master.

This kindness is a precious thing that is priceless.

The girl had mixed feelings in her heart, and a bitter taste appeared on the tip of her tongue.

An assassin who was as cold as snow in the past has never had such ups and downs in his mood.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her head and said with guilt: "My lord..."

Her words were soft and her movements were very cautious.

Shirataki maintains his poker face, his expression unchanged. The skill of this poker face is a must-have ability for a traveler, and it is essential to walk in the rivers and lakes to guard against others. As long as he maintains this expression, others will not be able to detect his intentions and thoughts.

At this time, Bai Xiake began to think in his heart.

...Why is she apologizing?

... Sure enough, he deliberately hid his strength before, or did he have any other ideas?

...Maybe it's because I was also in crisis because of bringing this slasher guy here, so I apologize?

In his mind, it was only reasonable to have such an explanation.

Now that she has apologized, there is no need for her to be so stingy and caressing, of course she can be forgiven.

On the contrary, this hunk has a bloody aura, and he is probably also an executioner who has killed countless people, and he is a professional.

Even if he closes the mountain temple to express his trouble and leave, there is a high probability that he will not let him go.

When the rise of homicides happened, he thought about silencing the witnesses who passed by by the way, and he would also be in bad luck.

It was still some time before dawn, and it was impossible for him to escape from the area near the mountain temple. If he wanted to protect himself, the best way was to stand on the same front as this girl.

Thinking of this, he restrained his poker face, and his eyes softened a bit.

"Look up, you don't have any malice, and the fault of this matter is not yours."

"Maybe I treated you a little harshly, which brought you unnecessary tension and mental pressure."

"It's understandable that you don't believe me and don't want to listen to me, but don't do this again next time. Such concealment will hurt yourself."

His words sounded like a self-examination.

But it made the girl feel more guilty.

...are you still worried about me?

...you are, you are...

Under the dim moonlight, Lan Xiangxue raised her hand to wipe away the bloodstains on her cheeks.

Also quietly wiped the liquid that almost spilled out of joy and emotion.

"From now on, Xiangxue will definitely listen to the young master."

She made the same vow in her heart.

The conversation between Lan Xiangxue and Bai Taki didn't last long. Although there was a moment of silence in the middle, it was not long, about one or two minutes.

But these two minutes were not enough for Zhan Kuang to swing his knives.