I Became an Anonymous Boss

No one knows what kind of brainstorming he went through.

It is also unclear how many or even more than a dozen changes in his emotions in an instant.

It was a mental runaway that was enough to burn a barren head directly into coke, and it was difficult to describe its wonderful inner monologue in words.

The Daoist has really grasped the situation, he has thoroughly understood the fact that "the young man in front of him doesn't know anything at all", and he clearly realized that "I forcibly understood a wave and then succeeded in scaring myself The whole process of a half-dead'.

Shame, grief, anger, all kinds of emotions melted into a furnace, and finally turned into a raging fire, completely igniting the killing intent of the Taoist.

He roared up to the sky, the incompetent fury directly recharged his ultimate move, the primordial rage was activated, and the endless black killing intent was urging the kung fu, and the true energy was burned regardless of consumption.

He wants to use the most ruthless and cruel moves to tear the young man who dared to tease him like this into pieces!

Once this hatred and killing intent erupts, it will be unstoppable.

"I'll die for you..."

The damaged Taoist roared, his true energy was like a raging fire.

At this time, a slight sound of sword chant was heard.

At first it was extremely slight, but in a flash, it was as loud as thunder!

The damaged Taoist turned his head abruptly, only to see a haze glowing above the eaves.

The dance of the sword is so beautiful that the whole house is full of moonlight.

A touch of blood bloomed between the brows of the Taoist, and he died.

Chapter 53 Chatting to Death

A master's fight, life and death in an instant.

The Daoist who was furious didn't realize at all, nor did he notice that the deadly assassin had arrived.

He is indeed an assassin, but assassins kill in different ways.

He may be cautious, or he may be old-fashioned, but he talks about the purity of the assassin.

Whether it's a madman or a Taoist, they are far inferior to Lan Xiangxue, who has been bred to be a killer since he can remember.

The moment before the damaged Taoist made a move, the extremely sharp sword intent had already locked him.

Quiet and deadly.

If one is wholeheartedly alert to the invading enemies all around, the Taoist will not fail to notice it.

But he has already been robbed of more than [-]% of his attention by the primitive rage, and his mind is twisted and deformed in rage, shame, and killing intent.

Naturally, there was no time to notice the deadly sword that had already been revealed under the moonlight.

When he realized it, the moment he turned his head, his eyes were full of moonlight, and the center of his brow was a little red.

So he died.

Die from your own arrogance, die from your own prudence, die from your own cowardice.

The thinking of the Taoist was cut off in an instant, and all the true energy that was running disappeared in an instant.

A dignified master of the innate Yuan realm, wandered around the rivers and lakes for decades, but died here easily, ending his sinful life.

During Dong's life, the damaged Taoist fell on his back in the courtyard, blood staining the blue bricks.

Unwillingness and shock froze on his expression, and he was unwilling to die in peace.

Two apricot blossoms fell and covered his eyeballs, blocking the terrifying sight.

Shirataki remained silent.

This is not the first time he has seen fighting in the rivers and lakes, and every time he smells the smell of blood, he will feel a sense of trembling from the bottom of his heart.

In this world, if you take a wrong step, you will end up like this.

But there is no law to seek justice for him, a stranger.

From the other side came the sound of footsteps and dripping water.

Lan Xiangxue held the Chengying Sword, the blade was dripping with blood, she stood under the moonlight, looking at the corpse in front of her.

Although he had just killed someone, his expression didn't show much struggle or guilt, but rather a strange surprise and disbelief.

After leaving Yanyun Mansion, she came here according to the prompt, and followed the scent of apricot blossoms to the courtyard.

I was going to knock on the door, but I heard the young master talking to someone.

Then he quietly climbed up to the eaves, saw the Taoist, and then drew his sword.

The whole process took less than three seconds, and she didn't have time to think about it carefully. Before she realized it, Jue Fuyun's sword had already struck, piercing through the center of Taoist's eyebrows, and then he died.

Two of the three Tianzi killers in Xueyilou were killed by her own hands.

It's just that unlike the bitter battle with Zhan Kuang before, the death of Daoist Damage was too easy.

The strength of Taoist Damage is even higher than that of Kuangkuang. She burns her true energy with all her strength and strikes with all her strength, and she has to avoid its edge.

However, in fact, between the rabbit's rise and the falcon's fall, she got up, and the sword fell in seconds, so there was nothing to say.

...it was too easy.

Lan Xiangxue was stunned for a while, and then calmed down. She didn't know what etiquette to do, so she quietly put the sword and scabbard behind her, stood timidly, looked at Shirataki, and called out urgently: " Son..."

This is the Daoist, the Assassin of the Bloody Clothes Building.

Since he took the initiative to come to the door, it proved that Xueyilou had found the young master.

Because she had caused trouble to the young master, she felt guilty and showed uneasiness.

"I'm fine." Shirataki said, "You came in time, he didn't do anything to me."

"This is the assassin from the Bloody Clothes Building." Lan Xiangxue lowered her head: "My lord already knows."

"Probably guessed it." Bai Taki also said: "It seems that Xueyi Building has already set its sights on me, and will not hesitate to send a gifted assassin to kill me."

"Please don't worry, my lord." Lan Xiangxue said: "There are only three Tianzihao assassins in Xueyilou. The Kuangren and Daoist are dead now, so there shouldn't be any lower-level assassins."

... I saw it too, you were the one who killed it, at least it was a colleague from the past, who was not merciless in killing it?

Bai Taki glanced at Lan Xiangxue's small white jade hand, but he didn't know how much blood was stained on it, so he sighed faintly.

But she has saved herself twice, and she has no way to blame her.

Bai Taki turned his attention back to the corpse: "It's a little troublesome to dispose of the corpse. We have to find a way to transport it out of the city and bury it... How does the Bloody Clothes Building dispose of the corpse on weekdays?"

"That, that..." Lan Xiangxue hooked her fingers and said in a low voice, "Normally, it is not dealt with, because it will make people find out that the target is dead, so as to complete the bounty task issued by the employer."

"Then what about the body of the failed assassin?" Shirataki asked again.

"Corpse powder, you can melt the bones in water." Lan Xiangxue said, "It's just that I'm usually alone, so I don't have these."

"Looks like I need to find someone to buy a coffin." Shirataki thought for a while, whether he should go back and sell some chemical materials or something. Breaking Bad happened to mention how to configure strong acid to dissolve corpses... It's just difficult to operate. It will overturn... Forget it, let's drag it out and bury it.

Lan Xiangxue lowered her head and looked at her toes: "I'm sorry, my lord."

"Nothing to apologize for."

"I'm causing you trouble, my lord."

"If you hadn't come just now, I would have been in danger instead." Bai Taki shook his head: "Just now he has made a killing intent."

...Although I don't know why it suddenly exploded, and why it took so long to make a move.

...Does this assassin have to make several minutes of mental preparation before killing someone?

... Reminiscing that Zhankuang is also a psychopath, maybe this one is also half a catty.

"Well, I'm also surprised." Lan Xiangxue wiped the Chengying sword and put it back into the scabbard: "His strength is the strongest among us, but he didn't have time to defend and evade at all, otherwise I wouldn't be able to Defeating the enemy with one sword..."

She had already had some kind of association in her mind, thinking of Zhankuang being psychologically broken.

So Lan Xiangxue asked: "Did the young master say something to him?"

Shirataki recalled for a while, then shook his head and said, "I just said a few innocuous words, and he... just suddenly."

Then he gave a comment: "It may be that the psychological quality of this innate assassin is not good enough."

If the Daoist was not dead and had only one breath left, he should have swallowed his last breath when he heard these words.

Shrimp pork heart, shrimp pork heart!

Shirataki didn't have the consciousness of chatting with people about death at all, and put aside the matter of disposing of the corpse for the time being.

The smell of apricot blossoms covered up the smell of blood, but it wasn't pungent.

The stranger sat on the stone table in the courtyard and waved to Lan Xiangxue.

"Come here, sit down."

"Hmm..." Lan Xiangxue approached obediently and sat down.

Now that she has free time to explore the courtyard of this exquisite small building, it is neither luxurious nor quaint. The carp did not appear lifeless.

From the outside, it looks like an abandoned spooky mansion with no one in it.

It was only after entering that I realized that it was just a quiet place away from the world of fireworks, as quiet as a gymnasium on a high mountain.

"Does it look good?" Bai Taki noticed her curious gaze: "It certainly won't be as grand as Yanyun Mansion, it's just a humble room."

"Although it's not grand, my son's residence is more comfortable than Yanyun Mansion, and the tall mansion makes people not used to it." Lan Xiangxue shook her head lightly: "Xiangxue is not very good at talking, I hope you don't mind."

"There are very few people who can't be moved by the glazed tiles in high-rise mansions... It's not wrong to pursue material life." Bai Taki laughed, "Well, I'm actually quite materialistic... Don't look at it. This is a shabby room, but it already occupies a large area, of course, you can think of ways to blow it up."

He read casually: "If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, there will be spirit... The moss marks are green on the steps, and the grass is green in the curtain... There is no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and the shape of a case... "

After reciting a few sentences casually, he stopped, because Lan Xiangxue stared at him blankly, her eyes full of little stars.

Her literary quality is not as good as that of the scholars in Wenqu Shuyuan and Guozijian, but it is better than ordinary women.

She was born in a scholarly family, and she was raised as an oiran seed from a backward family. She has a solid foundation, and she can understand good poems and lyrics as soon as she hears them.

"Hey, I copied it..." Bai Taki said in his heart and subconsciously opened his mouth again. It's all because I was so good at Chinese back then and my memory of reciting was too solid.

"What Girl Yan said is indeed true." Lan Xiangxue nodded to express her understanding. The young master would not admit that he wrote the lyrics, and said that he copied them.

"Let's not talk about that, what do we want to drink?" Bai Taki didn't come to talk to her about poetry... In the past, he would participate in literature conferences and copy poems, but now he feels it is unnecessary. Writing poems cannot save the people of Daqin.

"...Ordinary tea?" Lan Xiangxue rarely had this kind of experience of being entertained by others, but just being asked like this made her heart warm.