The American strong and miserable villains always want to stick with me [Quick wear]

Standing shivering in the cold wind in the north, the black-clothed assassin hated himself for the ten thousandth time why he had to talk so much.

Knowing that his nanny might be exodus, Duke Eugene immediately told his dazzling killer card: "Be a pioneer and help me find the way first."

Therefore, he had to give up his comfortable carriage, go to Duke Field's manor to explore the way, live in the open air, live in the open air, and wear stars and moons.

All for the damned safety of Lord Eugene.

In the first half of this one-day and two-night journey, in Lord Eugene's western territory, everything was fine except for the annoying mosquitoes and drizzle.

But in the second half, after he stepped into the characteristic ice brick border, he found that he could not find the north.

In the true sense, you can’t find the north—why do the buildings in the north have the same style?Why is there a vast expanse of white everywhere?Why is there no popularity at all after walking so far?

The black-clothed assassin who came back to the Snow White North for the first time was lost in the map.

Where is this? ?

"Friend, are you here to play?" Suddenly, Beifeng Yaoyao sent a greeting.

The assassin suddenly raised his head, and looked at the end of the igloos with closed doors, a black dot stood.

It is also the one who wears black in the snowy field.The assassin felt a sense of peace of mind of finding his kind.

A few points under his feet, he jumped over in an instant.At the same time, he also saw clearly the appearance of the man in black.

The man looked graceful and handsome, with black and smooth hair tied in a high braid casually, wrapped in a white brocade robe and black feathers amidst the ice and snow, and holding a folding fan with colorful writing in his hand.

I have to say - this guy is dressed like hell.

The assassin sighed faintly in his heart.He also wants to dress ostentatiously, but out of good professionalism, he has to dress up to stand out from the crowd.I didn't change my clothes in time in the snow today, and it was so dark that it was blindingly dark. It is enough to write in my diary to reflect on my big mistake.

Wait, the assassin suddenly realized, this obvious oriental-style hairstyle, clothes, folding fans and boots - is this man a fellow countryman? !

The assassin suppressed his excitement, and was just about to bring his elite killer baggage to say hello coldly, when he heard the handsome guy ask enthusiastically, "Do you think Wu Liuqi is a number or an assassin?"

!!!

"brother!!"

The assassin couldn't hold back Fan Er completely, he stretched out his hand excitedly, and the two men in black held hands tightly in the white snow.

"Brother, my name is Morissa, what's your name?"

"My name is Goss," Shuai replied with a smile, and he walked in one direction with his shoulders draped over his shoulders. "With so little clothes, this is the first time for brother to come to the north? Do you want to come to my house?"

"That's what I mean!" Morissa thought happily: This fellow is really a good person.

Goss looked at the two rounds of dark circles that Morissa intentionally painted, the only half-length hair over the ears, the exaggerated sword eyebrows and the hooded wristbands, and the obvious cosplay shape, and thought happily: Two thorns, wonderful .

Morissa walked and chatted with the newly recognized fellow Goss. I have to say that Goss is really an interesting person.

He has a warm and natural attitude, always has a steady stream of topics, and takes good care of Morissa, an invisible social fear; in the end, he always listens to Morissa sharing his personal Assassin rules and regulations with great anticipation. The action points greatly satisfied Morissa's vanity and desire to share.

It can't be blamed on him talking too much, after all, he hasn't boasted about it since he traveled to gain a whole body of skills!

Happy times always fly by quickly.

"Here we are." Goss patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Morissa raised her head, was startled by the solid ice wall of her brother's house, moved her gaze upwards, and was frightened by the people staring at this place from the attic on the second floor:

From a distance, the man had black hair, snow skin, and dark lips. He was tall, and he looked like a ghost walking out of a gloomy castle, but the high crown and fine attire gave him a gilded nobility.

He stared down at this place condescendingly. As soon as Morissa met his eyes, he was forced to breathe hard by the oppressive feeling.

Since crossing over to become a master assassin, Morissa has never felt this way.The hairs on his body stood on end, and the alarm in his heart exploded.

Danger!

Morissa wanted to remind Goss that there was something wrong with the man opposite, so we ran quickly; but he was tightly entangled by the eyes of the people upstairs, as if he was strangled by a giant python, and he couldn't move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the people upstairs walked down slowly on the armrests, stopped in front of them, and asked with a chuckle, "Goss, why didn't you say hello in advance when you brought someone to your house as a guest?"

"Ah, he is a friend I met on the road just now." Goss waved his folding fan calmly, completely unaffected by the Duke's arrogance.

"That's it," the nobleman turned to Morissa politely, nodded and said, "You are welcome, we will prepare a room for you in a while, and try our best to give you the most perfect hospitality, so you don't have to feel uncomfortable."

He accepted the rejection, and Morissa finally felt a little more relaxed.As he recovered his breathing rate, he complained in his heart: Isn't it you who makes me feel uncomfortable the most? ?

Goss pushed him inside, his tone still so enthusiastic: "Don't worry, this place is very big, and the heat preservation measures in the room are well done, it's no worse than heating, you can live in peace..."

"Wait," Morissa recovered from the man's sense of oppression, and hurriedly asked, "Who is that man?"

Morissa heard the people behind him reply nonchalantly:

"He is the Duke of Field."

Ah, it turned out to be Feld, the Lord of the North...

What? ? ?

Morissa was shoved into the room, and the door behind her was slammed shut.

He wondered in a daze, did he... have entered the wolf's den?

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"Get one!"

At the long table, Goss lifted a bright red fruit and threw it into his mouth.This time, Goss and Field did not sit at the two ends of the long table, but at a corner.

"Goss was great, he just chopped off Eugene's arm with the knife."

Field was not stingy with his praise, because Goss loved it.

Sure enough, Goss squinted his eyes like a cat that has been tamed, and asked for the reward with satisfaction: "Such a powerful Goss, isn't there any extra reward?"

Field helped his chin in embarrassment, and said: "The 'heating' you want has been arranged, and the red grapes you like are constantly being delivered to the manor. All my wine storage is open to you, even the housekeeper I have been told that you are the master below me, what more do you want?"

Goss's mouth was stuffed with red pistachios, and he said indistinctly, "Instead of the neck, use the wrist."

Field smiled helplessly, and he said, "Okay, okay... since it's your proposal."

The Duke got up and walked around the corner of the table step by step.His steps were slow and light, as if tentatively giving Goss time to escape.

The metal buttons on his cloak hit the table legs, making a crisp sound in the empty hall.

Goss stretched out his left hand, his lips were stained red by the juice of the fruit, and his peach blossom eyes watched Field's approaching, without dodging or evading.

Goss's pupils seemed to be a mirror, reflecting the bright light, which was heart-wrenching.

Field slowly leaned down, took Goss's hand, and turned it over so that the palm was facing up.

The sharp canine teeth sank into the white wrist, only a light sting, and then left immediately, replaced by a soft tongue to lick away the few traces of scarlet overflowing.

Throughout the process, Field kept looking Goss in the eye and never looked away.

He watched Goss's breathing fluctuate as he approached, watched Goss's brow furrowed when the skin was cut open, and watched Goss's ears stained red when the wound was licked.

He let go of his hand contentedly.

"Actually, it's not bad to bleed in a cup..." Goss complained and wiped his wrist with a damp cloth.

Field felt that the toxins in the body were cleaned up a little, and the strength of the limbs also recovered a little.Satisfied, he said to his good medicine: "That's not efficient, it's better to get it directly. Haven't we tried it, my Goss."

"But it's not good to be like this!" Goss held his forehead, his neck and wrists covered by the black feather cloak were quietly covered with rose red wounds.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Field rubbed the back of Crow's neck, persuading him patiently, "Do you have someone you're interested in?"

Goss thought for a moment and honestly shook his head.

"Then it doesn't matter, this is a medal that some people yearn for, and now you have got it."

"That's it..." Goss, who was extremely pure in emotion, accepted the Duke's words thoughtfully, not noticing the Duke's insidious change of concept.

"But remember not to let others do this," the Duke finally instructed, "Specificity is a good quality."

"Don't worry, I have a very good memory!" Goss waved his hand nonchalantly, and after reassuring the Duke, he continued to eat his beloved red grapefruit.

Duke Eugene has lost contact with his killer.

He shook his legs violently in the luxury carriage, and asked the military adviser next to him again: "What about others?"

The military division replied again in a good temper: "I don't know."

"Trash, trash, it's all trash! The spies didn't send the information in time, the assassins didn't find the way, and the military adviser didn't know what to ask—"

Eugene had obviously reached the critical point of his temper, he yelled angrily:

"You are all trash!"

Naam shut his mouth wisely.Smart people always know that they should do the right thing at the right time.

The military division is also from the modern east. He is always peaceful and peaceful, full of a kind of peaceful Buddha nature.

He doesn't quarrel, he doesn't get angry, he doesn't exult, he doesn't do anything rude.

He is wearing a suit, and he has not received the favor of the great god of time travel at all. He only has his own round head and transparent eyes.

He was very lucky to get a place where he was honored as a guest of honor; but unfortunately, going to Duke Eugene was the biggest mistake in his life.

Naam looked out of the car calmly, as always.

Now, he's going to fix that mistake.

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In this chapter, Mosari cosplays Brother Qi who recovered his memory in "Assassin Five Six Seven" hhh