Long Live Summons!

“Football, that's a specific term for a woman's breasts. For example, breasts are flat, like you, no, flatter than you, I mean, if a woman is a mirror, it's called a wangzi bun, or a princess of peace; if breasts are small, like you, maybe a little smaller than you, I mean, breasts are small, a little smaller, but still a little bit, it's called an egg; if it's bigger, like you, it's called an apple... don't pull the dagger, I'm wrong, don't be angry with you, I know you're a man, but I need someone to fight for example, okay, I won't take you for an example...”

“Bigger than Apple, is that football?” The bright-eyed thief put his dagger around Yueyang's neck, ready to kill his anger.

“No, there's a lot more than Apple. You see, you lack research on this, don't you? On the apple, and the pears, and the papaya, and the coconuts, and then the volleyball and the football, and all sorts of things, it's all knowledge, and the average person doesn't tell him!” Yueyang took out the scholar's head.

“Makes sense!” The mercenaries in the house listened and praised Yueyang's ‘chest part class'.

Although they don't understand what Wangzi Xiaobaotou, volleyball, football are, they also feel that the arrangement from small to large is very vivid, the precision is very visual, makes it particularly easy to remember, it is really deep into people's hearts. Looks like this little thief named Titan has a very deep study of women's * *. Yueyang listened and was proud of Yangyang, just like the great sage in the college in front of thousands of students to publish exquisite and unique academic theories.

The bright-eyed thief finally withstood the urge to stab the kid with a dagger, stomped on Yueyang's foot, then smashed the form into his hand, and turned around and walked away.

Yueyang hurriedly threw the form in front of the bald old man, handed over the money, collected the mercenary star, and then * bright-eyed thief.

“Brother, I'll buy you a drink, you listen to me, the chick's breasts are really big... hey, they run so fast, you can see at first glance it's a shy and undeveloped place!” When Yueyang chased out the door, the bright-eyed thief disappeared like a light cigarette.

As if, never appeared.

As Yueyang blew his whistle and left, the bright-eyed thief flashed in the darkness, holding a dagger that swayed brightly in his hand, tried to fly to Yueyang's vest several times, and finally endured.

The bright-eyed thief pounded at Yueyang's back and disappeared.

With a gentle evening breeze, Yueyang's face was filled with laughter.

He smiled happily and smiled brightly.

White Rock City, Assassin Guild.

Like all killer associations in the world, the White Rock City killer association also gives a sense of shadowy terror. There are lights in there, but only as big as beans, and it gives the illusion that the lights will go out at any moment. The light doesn't look bright, but it's kind of dark and creepy. Yueyang gently pushed the door in and looked slightly surprised when he saw the environment in the house.

There is no one in the Guild of Killers but an elderly man in napping nap at a table.

The elderly man in linen coat had a white head, he lay on the table, his figure was extraordinarily thin, an old dragon clock, his body and mind decaying weakness.

Of course, if you look at the surface alone, the old man in this candle can blow him down with a gust of wind, or if he sleeps like this, it's like he's going to fall asleep and never wake up again. But in Yueyang's eyes, he has another strange feeling. He has reached the innate realm of himself. He has a subtle type III and a broken, intact sword. Even a sneak attack would most likely not beat this old man... In Yueyang's heart, this old man in nappy clothes, more terrifying than a sleeping lion, feels a bit like a sleeping dragon!

“Hello, I'm signing up for the Killer Guild.” If the courtesy of Yueyang was faked in the mercenary guild, it is now a matter of heartfelt respect.

“Young man, the killer is a bloody and violent industry, are you really ready?” The old man in linen slowly raised his head, his face was plain and wrinkled, and the ordinary man, even if he met him ten times in the street, would not believe that he would notice his presence, let alone remember his appearance.

He looked at Yueyang with those dim old eyes.

Yueyang tried to keep her mind calm, control her breathing, and even reveal a smile in her eyes.

Although he could not see through the old man, Yueyang found that the old man was also observing himself, proving that he could not see through himself...

Yue Yang's gaze naturally greeted the attention of the old man in linen, his eyes smiled and replied: "Young people always want blood and violence, don't they? ”

Dropping his eyelids, the elderly in linen did not agree or disagree, and the mythical numbness said, "Joining the Guild of Killers requires no money, no form, no proof of identity, but testing. You can choose literature or martial arts. ”

“What is a literature test? What's a martial arts test again?” Yueyang is really strange. Do you want to do a literature test as a killer? It's not a college entrance exam!

“A literature test is an answer to some questions about killing techniques; a martial arts test is a direct killing, if you want to join, go to Montenegro 50 miles outside the city before dawn, and bring back the head of the bandit there.” The old man in linen just finished, Yueyang quickly shook his head and said he wanted a literature test.

Murder is not a problem for Yueyang.

This dragon-teng mainland man, besides beautiful women, black Yue Ice and little girls, in his eyes, is like the NPC of the game, there is no guilt in killing. Besides, he was going to come out and kill a few mercenaries who were rewarded by their enemies, test their strength, and cultivate the growth of salivated flowers.

However, Yueyang is very lazy.

He was told to rush overnight, run 50 miles outside the city, touch the mountain, kill a bandit, and hurry back with his head.

He's not doing it!

Yue * would not have come to a place like the Guild of Killers had it not been for the desire to receive the ‘revenge hunt' list unique to the Guild of Killers.

Unlike mercenary societies, assassins are often truly powerful and the longer they stay here, the easier it is for them to reveal their identities.

“If you were to kill a man, if you had a sharp sword, a powerful warcraft, and a blank piece of paper in front of you, what would you choose to use as your killing tool?” Asked the old man in linen.

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