Peerless Emperor Summoning System

Wolf Pioneer, go and see if anyone is coming to assassinate me!

Lying on the top floor of the attic, Ye Motian lazily looked at the whole picture of the lion camel imperial city.

It feels like everyone on the street has become like ants.

The scenery looks interesting at first, but it gets boring after a long time.

It has been several hours since I returned from the gambling house to Chrysanthemum Downstairs.

There was no one who came to assassinate.

Ye Motian couldn't wait any longer.

Your Majesty, at noon, which fool will come to assassinate you?

Wolf Pioneer smiled wryly.

That's right, the sun is shining brightly at the moment, it's really not very good, it will be great if it rains!

Ye Motian looked at the sky and sighed.

It didn't take long, and suddenly dark clouds gathered.

In the sky, it started to rain lightly.

There were fewer people on the road for a while.

My god mouth!

Ye Motian was extremely intoxicated.

God can really give face.

The wind beat the rain, and the rain fell on the ground.

On the long street, a figure suddenly appeared.

He was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head.

Embrace the long sword.

Even if the rain falls on the ground, it can only drip along the coir raincoat.

The right hand full of calluses gently lifted the bamboo hat up.

Looking at a big house not far away.

The words Chrysanthemum Downstairs are clearly written on it.

It's here!

Dripping Blood Sword! How dare you come back!

On the street, a group of people suddenly came out.

Each holds a long sword.

Dress neatly.

Obviously from the same place.

Why don't I dare to come back?

The Blood-Dripping Sword laughed.

This smile actually made the scar on his face more conspicuous.

That actually formed a weird word blood.

Ten years ago, you fell in love with someone else's bride.

Others do not follow.

In a fit of rage, you killed more than 300 members of that family, more than 200 of whom were ordinary people.

Committing such a crime, do you think the Golden Lion Army will let you go?

Among the crowd, the one who stepped out was Wang Zijun.

He also wears a hat.

The rain kept splashing.

The faint light reflected his cold expression: I have been waiting for you for ten years!

You are finally back.

Hey, Wang Zijun, I'm afraid you don't know, I accepted the task this time.

Do you dare to shoot at me?

Dripping Blood Sword sneered.

kill!

Wang Zijun didn't talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, everyone rushed towards the blood-dropping sword.

The sneer at the corner of Dripping Blood Sword's mouth grew stronger.

The long sword was unsheathed, bringing a bloody light.

...

It seems to be lively over there!

Ye Motian watched the fight in the rain.

One person held a long sword dripping with blood, like a ghost.

The rain on the ground was stained red with blood.

The Golden Lion Army was killed one after another.

Only Wang Zijun is supporting it.

It seems to be an acquaintance, he won't die, right?

Wolf Pioneer asked.

I can't die, the old magic stick is here!

Ye Motian saw a familiar figure again.

Smiling slightly, he gave up the idea of ​​asking Wolf Pioneer to help.

Back downstairs.

At this time, there are still many customers in the store.

Because of the rain, many guests simply played mahjong here.

Anyway, Ye Motian didn't bother to pay for it.

Little guy, get me a jug of your newly brewed wine, and four more appetizers.

Two meat and two vegetables!

The old magic stick has arrived.

Little master, prepare meals.

Ye Motian came to the old god stick and stretched out his hand: You must pay for the spirit stone first.

Otherwise, I am afraid that you will renege on your debt.

Is the old man the kind of reckless person?

Your reputation for eating overlord meals has spread throughout the entire imperial city, don't I know about it?

Ye Motian laughed.

The person paying the money is outside. I'm afraid his life will be lost. You have to save people!

The old godstick smiled treacherously.

Nimma, count yourself as ruthless!

Ye Motian's eyelids twitched violently.

He is not afraid of others, but he really can't afford to be angry with this old stick.

Wolf Pioneer, go and save Wang Zijun!

Ye Motian gave the order.

yes!

Wolf Pioneer turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the rain.

When he came back, he had a person on his back.

The injury was serious.

It seems that there is only breath out and no breath in.

It's miserable!

Ye Motian sighed, and greeted Qiaoba: Qiaoba, it's your turn to appear, and I have to save him no matter what.

It doesn't matter if you're missing an arm or a leg.

As long as you can pay for it.

This is not good, Your Majesty!

Chopper's forehead was covered with black lines, and he hurriedly ordered Wolf Pioneer to send Wang Zijun to his room for treatment.

stop!

At this time, a person walked in outside.

The sword in his hand was still bleeding.

In the indifferent eyes, there was a cold killing intent.

On the coir raincoat, there are still raindrops.

Put the coir raincoat and bamboo hat outside, so as not to stain our floor.

Ye Motian glanced at the person, and said calmly: The floors in our house are all made of mahogany.

Gold is expensive.

Hehe, no one dares to speak like that to my blood-dropping sword!

Dripping Blood Sword grinned, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mom!

I don't know who yelled, Ye Motian found that many guests got under the table one after another.

Trembling with fright.

Dripping Blood Sword smiled proudly.

Although I haven't come back for ten years.

But the reputation is still so loud.

You seem like a pretty good guy.

But this doesn't seem to be contradictory to my asking you to put your coir raincoat and bamboo hat outside, right?

Ye Motian said indifferently: Among the guests we entertain every day, there are generals, princes, princes, and powerful people from all walks of life.

But you have to abide by the rules of chrysanthemum downstairs!

What if I don't?

Dripping Blood Sword sneered, the long sword in his hand was already pointing at Ye Motian.

Are you here to find trouble?

Ye Motian suddenly showed surprise.

Could this be the assassin he had been waiting for?

I know you have a powerful white wolf by your side, but it's nothing in front of me.

Don't kill it because I like it.

Dripping Blood Sword smiled and said: You are right, I have received the mission to take your head.

May I?

Of course, but before taking my head, don't you want to taste the deliciousness of my chrysanthemum downstairs?

Make sure you want to eat after eating!

Ye Motian laughed.

Seeing this expression, Dripping Blood Sword frowned.

I heard that Emperor Chiyang has some brain problems.

I saw it today, and it really is.

When others heard his reputation as the blood-dropping sword, they would all be scared to death.

At least hide under the table.

When others heard that he wanted to take the other's head, they would kneel down and beg for mercy.

Or run away in a hurry.

But this one is so calm, as if nothing happened.

If it weren't for the brain problem.

He couldn't think of any other possibility.

Okay, I'll just have a meal before talking, otherwise people will say that I'm afraid of you with the blood-dropping sword.

Dripping Blood Sword found a seat and sat down.

Glancing at the menu, he said, Here's an upgraded version of the burning knife, and cut a pound of sauced beef!

After eating, it's not too late to kill you!

That's right, my head is on my neck, and I can't fly anymore, but you have a good meal.

Be a full-bodied ghost.

Ye Motian laughed.