Ultimate Assassin System

In the early morning, outside the tent, the sun rises.

"Don, is this clothes suitable?" Josiah turned around, her skirt fluttering like flowers and leaves blooming.

Tang En touched his nose, and withdrew the gaze that fell on the other side's thin waist with no trace, and said in the most affirmative tone: "Absolutely!"

Tang En didn't know if there was a myth in the mud that shaped people. If it did, then Josiah definitely took the Creator's thoughts.

A black tunic dress with a silver tulle cover. Colder tones, British faces. Standing there quietly, like an empty valley Youlan. Don't need many people to appreciate it.

Perhaps because of the habit of magicians, Josiah often uses robes to show people. Over time, Tang En also became accustomed to Josiah's look. But now when she has a brand-new outfit in front of her, Tang En knows what exquisite curves and beautiful gestures are hidden under the empty robes.

"This is what I brought with me when I escaped from my house ... Well, would it be a little out of line with the image of the gray army." Josiah felt her coat, worried.

Josiah's heart is still very thin, most of the people in the gray army are of low birth, and the best clothes are only upgraded from hemp to cotton in material. Although she didn't care about this, she inevitably had to consider others' eyes, so she always wears simple robes. Most of the clothes brought out were cut out and changed to children's sizes to give away.

Tang En shook his head and said, "It's not usually suitable, but now it just works!"

"Oh, then I can rest assured!" Josiah pressed his chest. Then he looked at the rising sun in the distance. "The negotiation time is eight o'clock. Then I will pass first."

"Well, come on!"

Josiah raised her fist and waved confidently: "Relax."

After that, he turned and walked towards the resident center. A large tent was set up there, and this is where the negotiations took place.

One party's attempt to save others failed, fearing that the other party would be soaring. One party wants to leave here soon and implement the development plan. So after a little agreement yesterday, Locha decided decisively to start negotiations at 8 o'clock the next day.

Alas ... Tang En touched his chin while the other was leaving. Gently glanced at his figure a bit, this leg is really long enough!

"It's long, white, and slippery ..."

Suddenly, Becky's words about Johia appeared in Tang En's mind, covering her nose and raising her head. No more, no more. High, high blood pressure! Keke, calm. Calm, the color is empty. Empty is color ...

In the distance, Josiah, who turned around the entrance of a passageway, suddenly covered her face.

Tang's eyes are strange, um, all sorts of ...

Women are always sensitive to the way they scan their bodies, but Tang En thinks that hidden voyeurs are all noticed by Josiah.

"Huh ... huh ..." Taking a deep breath, Hao wrist waved and dragged the cold wind to his face. Josiah's mind was very complicated and shameful. Snickers ...

She is not a person with no idea. After changing her clothes, she already knows that this is most in keeping with the cold temperament. But in the end, I didn't know what happened, but came to Tang En's tent subconsciously ...

What are you thinking, Johia, you are going to die, shame ...

Settled down, the temperature on his face receded slightly. Josiah sorted out her clothes and walked again like the resident center.

Needless to say, along the way, the early gray army people saw the most glorious side of Josiah.

Although the aristocratic temperament is invisible and intangible, it really exists. Just someone low-key and elegant. Some people are proud, and the most obvious difference is Josiah and the aristocratic youth.

Josiah had been educated accordingly since he was a child, and under the influence of aristocratic environment for a long time, his temperament had long been shaped. Coupled with her later joining the Grey Army, she not only broadened her horizons, but also learned many personal management methods from Luosha, which made her unique temperament continue to improve.

Usually, people talk to them, but they just feel indescribable and happy, which is the effect of her temperament converging inside and outside.

But now Josiah keeps telling herself to be strong and domineering. So the gray-clad army people just stared blankly, amazed at her temperament image, and ashamed to come up and say hello as usual.

All the way to the negotiating place calmly, at this time Losa and they have arrived. In addition to a few high-level members of the Grey Army, there are two youths like Borg. Obviously, there are more than one Bosco intend to fight for his descendants.

At this time, Lothar was discussing the negotiations with several ministers, while youths such as Borg were sitting side by side.

Wow—the curtains opened.

Josiah walked in and waved his salutation: "Hi, Aunt Rocha, General Omon ... Good morning, everyone!"

...

Quiet, the needle drop is audible.

Several people in the tent looked at the door with their eyes fixed, as they were doing.

Josiah put his hand down somehow, looked at himself, and looked at the crowd: "What's wrong?"

"Wow!" Luo Sha returned to God for the first time, exaggerating his mouth. Immediately left the seat, came to Josiah and hugged the latter, "You are so beautiful today, this dress also looks good ..."

"Uh, thank you. I'll wear it for you later."

"Ha, okay ... well, although the colors are OK, I can't hold them up."

"It can be changed."

"Forget it, this dress is only suitable for you. Well, it's quite suitable for today's occasion, how do you think?"

"This is the idea that Tang gave."

"Uh? That greedy guy still has that vision?"

"..."

It seems that as long as she is a woman, she will talk about beautiful clothes and other things regardless of her high status.

During the conversation, most of the people in the tent came back to God.

"Ahem ..." An old minister cleared his throat, and awakened the two young men who were still obsessed. The latter was blushing and bowed his head.

Bosco's eyes in front narrowed, and he nodded slightly. I don't know what's going on.

The two youths exchanged a few glances and then whispered something. Sitting next to them was Borg, who was disdainful to participate in the discussion of the two peers, but looked at Josiah with a complex complexion, clenched his fists under the table, and seemed to want to hold firmly Something the same.

After this episode, Josiah took her seat. The position is relatively low, but as a whole, she has several ministers on her side, and Borg and two youths on her side.

This location was arranged by Losa. No doubt also shows something.

After sitting down, Borg naturally greeted Josiah. The two have been in contact for the longest time, and together with the recent discussions about negotiations, the conversation was smooth.

This situation is obviously very appetizing for the two young people, but if you go to talk, because you are not familiar with it, you can only say the last two non-nutritive scenes, and then you will retreat.

At this point, Borg's mouth was left unnoticeable, as if laughing at the uncontrollable power of the two men. Actually. That's exactly what it means.

For a moment, Luosha frowned. He looked up and asked the recorder behind him, "What time is it?"

"At eight thirty, chief."

Luo Sha nodded, his face was a bit ugly.

The time agreed by the two parties was eight o'clock before, and those negotiators lived in the army camp, only ten miles apart. It was easy to come over. But it is unavoidable that people are not paying enough attention.

About half an hour later, Luo Sha stood up with a sullen expression on his face: "That's all for today! Notify the resident guards if the other party comes. Block them from entering. If you want to negotiate again, let them come at seven tomorrow morning. If it's still late tomorrow Arrive and let them prepare nineteen coffins! "

This is even more obvious, because there are 19 aristocratic youths ...

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At this point, the entrance to the Legion camp.

Warhorses, soldiers, ornate carriages are readily available. Obviously they were ready, but they looked at the entrance to the camp from time to time as if they were waiting for some important person. He did not set off.

At this moment, the burly Barlow turned over and walked down to a carriage, saluting: "Sir Bellett. When can we leave?"

Bollett's name is so common that there is nothing to be surprised about. But if you add Bradley's family prefix, it is enough to make people scream, because this is the family title of the Prime Minister of the Empire.

The door opened, revealing a few curly old aristocrats sitting inside, as well as luxurious interior decoration.

"General Barlow, we can go at any time. But we need to wait for His Excellency Philip, who is also a member of this negotiation." An old aristocrat full of red light spread his hands, slightly helplessly.

"I don't know when Sir Philip will arrive? But it's more than an hour beyond the negotiation time."

"Sorry, we don't know this either. Wait a second, someone has been reminded."

"Good!" General Barlow's stiff salute immediately retreated.

Philip? The guy who brought the woman into the barracks? Huh, it was noisy for a long time last night, and now I can get up and have ghosts ...

Several old aristocrats in the car looked at each other and shook their heads.

A somber aristocrat said, "I really can't figure out why I had to fortify an irrelevant person into the negotiating team. Did he have a relative arrested?"

A fat nobleman hesitated beside him, "It is said that I want to see the northern scenery."

"Hell, there's nothing to see here." The old aristocrat with a somber face said indifferently: "I still believe that I have seen a woman from the north, and hum, this is not the title of the wolf of his imperial capital!"

Several others looked at each other, showing a meaningful smile. The name of Philip, the wolf of the capital, is not wrong, and the scourge of his young lady is countless. The Sir Cecil, the noble-faced aristocrat, had a daughter who had also suffered.

At this time, Bollett squeezed the skin of the slack nose: "Don't make noise, it is said that it means the second prince."

Uh ... there was a moment of silence in the carriage.

The disagreement of several imperial princes in the empire is a well-known thing in the aristocratic circle. This involves the housework of the emperor kings. Although some of them are high-weight, they dare not talk about these matters at will.

Flip-flops ... the windows are knocked.

"Master, the person who invited Sir Philip is back. Well, he said that he would get up with some friends to hunt, and he couldn't go to negotiate."

"Damn. This flower!" Sir Cecil slammed the teacup on the table. "What friends, not even the slutty women who didn't know where to find them."

Having said that, a few old nobles also smiled bitterly. This Philip also had the ability, they came to the north together, but just under this eyelid, Philip actually unknowingly hooked up several more women. And their eyes are so wicked, it is easy to see that two of them should be of noble origin. This has to make people lament that their age is old, their charm is absent, and their morals are bad.

"Ahem ..." The fat nobleman cleared his throat without looking at Sir Cecil's ugly face. To everyone, "Since His Excellency can't come, let's go first."

Bole nodded characteristically, and then said out of the window: "Go and talk to General Barlow, we will go now."

"Yes, master!"

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After waiting for a long time, the noble negotiating team finally left the camp and officially set off.

In addition to those luxury carriages, there are guard camps led by Barlow. And some soldiers with arrogant faces and wearing gold cane fish scales.

Just ten miles away. Even the carriage slowed down. After less than half an hour, they were still outside the Grey Garrison station.

But here, the soldiers who found the road found that they could not enter ...

Outside the station, a young soldier with a gun stretched his face and said, "This is the gray coat station, please leave quickly."

"Huh?" The captain of the soldier in fish scales frowned and said impatiently, "Did you say? We are the team to negotiate."

"This is the Grey Garrison, please leave quickly." The soldier still repeated the previous words, adding a sentence at the end. "If we don't leave again, we will take offensive measures."

"Uh?" The captain of the soldier snorted and then yelled, "Are you **** deaf or blind? Didn't you see the convoy behind us? We made an appointment with your leader to negotiate, what happened? Is your little soldier able to bear this responsibility? "

"Oh, this!" The young soldier seemed to have just heard this. Continuing in a rigid voice, "Our leader said that in view of your unruly behavior, you have changed the negotiation time to seven tomorrow morning. If you are still not here tomorrow, lift the coffin to collect the body."

"Now you can go back."

"Go back, go back?" The captain of the soldier was furious and pushed away the other side. "What are you kidding! We are coming all the way, now you ask us to go back?"

Snapped! The young soldier was still trying to say something, but was slap in the head, innocently turned back, his body shook, and stood upright and shouted, "Captain!"

"Others attack you, you don't know how to fight back?" Shi Shiran, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of his face, walked out from behind. "Don't say that I am a soldier with a spear-breaking team. I can't afford to lose that person!"

"You're the captain?" The captain of the other soldier, wearing a golden fish scale armor, breathed a sigh of relief. "Since you are here, we can always let us in now."

"This is not in a hurry ..." The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man waved his hands and moved his wrists, "Let's count the things you attacked my soldier just now."

Attack ... the captain of the opponent's soldier is a bit embarrassed, but just pushed, is it an attack?

Before he could figure out, a fist had taken over the entire field of vision.

boom--

The captain of the soldier was punched a few meters away with a punch like a sack, without a word, and passed out to death.

"See? No, this is the style of our spearhead team, remember?"

"Remember, Captain!"

...

The soldiers in fish scale armor gazed at the captain who was stunned, and then looked at the middle-aged people who took the opportunity to teach their subordinates ...

"Damn, you are so brave!"

"Copying the man, mother, is too arrogant."

"Teach them!"

Suddenly, the other soldier's arms were held in his hands and blocked up.

Who are they? They are the Royal Guard. Even if some little knights meet them, that's kind. Who would have thought of this, but was insulted by a goalkeeper.

"Oh, this is a group fight." The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man was exaggeratedly surprised, and then he took the spear from the soldier. "You step back and see if your captain told you about bragging. ! "

After finishing speaking, with a spear and a strong body, despite the tens of millions of people, I was sent to the tragic momentum alone.

At that moment, the soldier was knocked to the ground in an instant, and then he did not retreat: "Looking clearly, surrounded by enemy forces, we must first determine the attack distance of each weapon. Then ..."

Huh ... the spears swept out like sticks, and several soldiers also holding spears were toppled to the ground.

"Then we must give play to the distance advantage of the weapon in our hand, so ..."

咝, 咝, 咝 ...

Not intensive, but absolutely accurate gun video messenger spilled. The big sword in the hands of several soldiers was picked off, then turned around, swept the tail of the spear, and flew the soldiers one by one!

"It is important to kill the enemy on the battlefield, but more importantly to protect yourself when killing the enemy ..."

In the adoration of the young soldier, the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man wielded a spear surrounded by soldiers.

At this time, the rear station mouth.

Tang En with a smile on his face told Josiah next to him: "I have told you before that Frey is the captain of the Thundergun Breakup. He must first enter the enemy camp in every battle. He is best at the scenes. "

Josiah nodded and praised: "It's too powerful to defeat a team of soldiers by yourself."

"Oh, this is not the most powerful, mainly because these soldiers are too wasteful." Speaking of this, Tang En shook his head. "If he has been training in the army, the lowest strength now is also a high-level warrior, unfortunately!"

"Oh, but I think he's great now ... Don, can you do that too?" Josiah turned to ask.

"Uh, ordinary soldiers are fine." Tang En touched his nose and spread his hands. "But I'm an assassin, how can I run into the crowd to fight. It's handsome enough, but easy to die." "

"Then what would you do?"

"Oh ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I'm fast. So I will walk around and kill one and come out, while they are not paying attention, go in and kill one ..."

"It sounds so cumbersome."

"Assassin, how can there be no insignificance." Tang En said indifferently, then turned his head, "how, is there a better mood now?"

Josiah said suddenly, "Ah?"

Tang En shrugged: "You took the time and energy to dress up so beautifully. As a result, these people are still late, and they obviously don't give face. Now that they have been taught, don't you feel better?"

"..." Johia narrowed her eyes at Don with a smile, and then said earnestly, "Well, it's a little bit better, but it's worse."

"Well, women are really greedy." Tang En shook his head and became helpless, then his eyes brightened, pointing at a middle-aged man running at a high speed in the distance, "Ha, here's a master, you can be cool now . "

………… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)