Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The corner of the cloud dancer's mouth curled up cold, and right at the moment when the knife split, the movement slightly one side, two cold needles, had already exited from between the fingers, straight into the carotid artery of the two people.

The slight stinging caused the killers to just frown, but the action did not stop.

However, when the eyes were about to fall towards the cloud dance, all the movements of the two suddenly took place.

At this moment, the blindfolded eyes of the two flashed with surprise and dismay.

What the hell is going on?

Their whole bodies seemed instantly petrified, completely immobile.

“Who sent you?” The cloud dance slowly came out of that dark corner and glanced at them with cold eyes.

Two men in black saw the tiny, thin cloud dance and frowned slightly.

That's what they're after tonight, the legendary sick bastard?

But even the girl in front of them who feels unknown is really the legendary sick bastard?

Impossible.

Otherwise, with their fourth-order assassins' abilities, how could this be the case today?

“Who are you? Why are you in Miss Yunjia's house?” One of the men in black had a cold mouth.

It seems that they are convinced that the girl in front of them is definitely not Miss Nine, the loser.

Cloud dance smiled coldly, “As you all said, this is Miss Yun Jia's house, in the middle of the night, in this room, not Miss Jiu, who else? ”

“You? Hmm, Miss Yun Jia is a naturally ill waste. How could you be? Are you the assassin Miss Nine invited? Which rudder do you work for? We are Tianlong Rudder, if you don't want to cause trouble, you better hand over Miss Yunjia Jiu immediately. ”

Assassin?

Assassin: Good at assassinating, hiding and snooping, just like a killer. People who have lived in a dark world for years.

A hierarchy is like a samurai.

This assassin, claiming to be fourth-level, is not low.

It can be seen that the man who sent this assassin was a must-have for cloud dance.

“Tianlong Rudder?” The cloud dance provoked the eyebrows and wrote down: “I don't know, who sent you to assassinate Miss Nine? ”

“Humph, it's not your turn to ask about our Tianlong rudder, get acquainted and let us go immediately, otherwise, no wonder we don't want to kill you for the same assassin.” The assassin on the right hand side, cold-hearted, in that astonishing look, has been replaced with an arrogant one.

Looks like this Tianlong rudder has a bit of a start.

The cloud danced, his eyes flashed cold and his mouth snapped cold; “Kill me? Are you guys breathing heavenly dragon rudder? What, you think it's just you and the six ambushes out there? ”

Two assassins with cold eyes, and she knew there were others out there?

The Tianlong rudder dispatched a total of eight people, all of them above the fourth level. However, they were not very attracted to a sick piece of waste after all, so if they didn't want to do it together, only two people would come and do it.

But it never occurred to me that the delicate young girl in front of her could perceive them, even with a certain number.

“Who the hell are you?” The assassin's eyes cooled on his left.

“Didn't you say I was an assassin?” Cloud dance hooks my lips, the wind is light and cloudy: “Then I will dance clouds once... assassin! ”

Cloud dance?

Is she really Miss Yun Jia?

The pupils of the two assassins shrunk and a sense of crisis instantly struck. At the first moment, Dantian was transported and just wanted to send a signal to his peers outside.

Yet!

The next second, a cold light came and two silver needles stabbed them in the dump.

In the stunned and appalling gaze of those two moments, cloud-dancing glances swept outdoors and their eyes suddenly flashed a glimmer of bloodthirsty.

“Rest assured, you will be safe before I ask what I want, and as for the heads of the six people out there, I will charge interest in advance. ”

The cold corners of her mouth curled up and a bloody smile slowly blossomed. In the dark, it was their world, but equally, it was her favorite place for cloud dance.

Moving quietly under his feet, he flashed silently through the back window of the house, like a ghost, diving silently into the dark night.

Outside that bush, six people, lurked separately.

The cloud dance proceeded from the right, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, his figure bowed up and approached the target little by little.

These assassins, all dressed in black, blended into the night, unfortunately, in this green bush, the black seemed a little sudden.

There seemed to be a slight wind behind him, and a black man turned his head subconsciously.

At the moment when the man in black turned his head, the corner of the cloud dance mouth was bloodthirsty, the petite figure had sprung like a ghost, holding his mouth and nose with one hand, and the dagger in his hand had been cut deep into his throat.

The man in black stared at him, but he didn't hum, so he lost his life.

No hesitation, cloud-dancing figure, diving again.

“Phew…” fine air sounds.

With the cold light shining, another man in black stared into his eyes and looked at the cloud dance that cut his throat, his eyes filled with horror.

When did this guy get close to him?

Unfortunately, this answer, he has to go down to hell to think about it.

The shadows shake, the daggers die, the wind rises and falls, leaving only a hint of blood in the grass.

Tonight it's dark as ink.

The tiny shadow of darkness, like Satan from hell, was silently harvested before her prey could react.

Five!

Looking at the staring black man beside him, the cloud dance underneath his eyes flashed with excitement and blood, and then, shaking, disappeared into the dark grass.

The wind went away, the bugs stopped, and at this moment, everything under the night sky seemed to come down very quietly.

“Silk...”

No response, quiet, too quiet...

The last assassin lurking by the grass rocks was somewhat horrified.

Because the unique signal he sent, like the sea of stone sinking, did not receive any reply, as if his companions, who had been lurking separately, had disappeared, even the two assassins who had entered the house, had no movement.

What's this all about?

Is something wrong?

But he didn't feel any killing or movement around him.

Besides, their goal is just a sick piece of crap, not a top expert, not to mention what happens!

However, the message was completely unanswered.

This is not going to happen unless something goes wrong.

The black man suddenly felt a chill flashing through his heart.

They're all more than fourth-level assassins. Is it possible that there are more advanced assassins hidden behind this mountain than they are?

But all of a sudden, I lost it.

Because, as a sick bastard as that, there's no way a bastard could ever be able to hire a higher assassin than them.

So what the hell is going on here?

Wind, gently.

It smelled bloody and breezed slowly.

The remaining assassin, with his pupils suddenly shrinking, brushed a horrible color deep inside his eyes.

Bloody smell?

Did it really happen to everyone else?

The lurking body, stood up.

“Looking for someone?” At this point, the ghostly cold voice suddenly swept through his back ear.

The man in black suddenly turned around in shock, and the sword in his hand wanted to attack the source of the sound.

But before it was too late, the tiny figure poured from the side, the dagger flashed cold, and the throat bled out.

All the action, as if Dorton was in place.

The black man stared at the delicate, thin and weak girl, his eyes filled with horror and unbelief.

Thought it would be the best of the best, but never thought it would come close to him without a sound, but such a thin girl.

“You don't have to look, you'll see each other soon.” The corner of the cloud-dancing mouth contoured a bloody smile, deep in the eye, but it was that cold, bloody, chilling.

Meet?

Looks like the rest of us have been in the same situation as him!

Who the hell is she?

Slit throat on neck, grunting blood straight out, black man pupil tight stared at her dead, as if, until death did not want to meditate.

“Boom!” The body fell straight back.

At the moment of death, I wonder, who exactly did they piss off?

They're just here tonight to solve a sick piece of crap.

However, whether the waste died or not, their eight or more assassins died so unknown...

However, if they knew that it killed them, it was the "Miss Sick Waste Cloud Nine” they didn't want to do, wouldn't they be scared to crawl out of hell?

After removing the heads of the six separated bodies and dropping them behind the cliffs, the cloud dance grabbed the heads of the six men and turned back to her cabin.

“Boom!” Six heads were thrown at the feet of two assassins who had been laid.

Brushing hands, the clouds broke free of their dumplings.

“Now it's up to you to answer my question? Or should I do it myself to make you talk?” Cloud dance smiled at those two appalling assassins.

Six?

All six of them were killed?

“You… you kill us, anyway, if the mission fails, so will we go back. ”

“Really?” The cloud-dancing lips snapped up, the dagger stained with blood in his hand, gently shaking it like a joke; “But I told you, I'm not going to let you die until you answer my question. ”

“Huh, kill us if you can, you don't want to talk from us.” The assassin on the right bit the tooth canal.

Cloud dance smile; “Strong enough, I really like people like you, but you probably don't know, I actually prefer to be forced to confess to murder. Every time I think about it, I feel hot and bloody... Do you want to hear it, how I used to let those who didn't bend over answer my questions? ”