Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Then, the flowers on the stranger seemed to have long expected the black man to hide like this. Before the black man could get up straight, his left hand without a dagger flashed up, and two silver needles with chilly fingertips plunged directly into the point on the black man's spine.

The black man suddenly became stiff, but only for a moment.

But in a short breath, the stranger's body was like an arrow off the string, and he went up at the speed, with a dagger that killed him and stabbed him straight at the neck of the black man.

The man in black sweated a cold sweat on his forehead. It was also when the dagger was about to spare a circle. When he stabbed his neck before, he was born in a moment when the effect of the point disappeared and fled.

Around this, the black man's cheek was still pierced by a sharp dagger, leaving a deep gorilla trench.

In the face of death, one's physical potential is most likely to be excited, so the flowers on the stranger do not feel unexpected, and the bloodstained blade in his hand keeps spinning and stabbing at the black man.

The shadow technique of the stranger is not like that of the god kingdom. She has a few bends and turns. She is now shapely, clean and resolute.

However, a few moves down, the black man with a few tricks couldn't hold up, even defeated, blossoming.

Strangers swept some of the wolfish black men tightly, cut a few bloodthirsty colors in the bottom of their eyes, grabbed a black man's blossom, busily screwed his move, and then inserted his weakness with a silver needle again.

The man in black hummed painfully and shook his dagger in his palm. Before he could react, the dagger in the right hand of the stranger quickly rose.

The black man's neck suddenly blew open a blood trail, sprayed like a blood spring, and as the stranger let go of the flowers, the whole black man fell down.

The stranger looked down at the body of the man in black who had fallen on the floor, but his indifferent eyes suddenly burst into a slight mockery, and his lips pulled a cold curve.

The black man, for her, had no good martial arts, little patience, and no good vigilance.

How can a stranger, under the protection of a large group of horses, not be tired of letting this black man sneak into an assassination?

Looks like there's more than one person who wants her dead.

But whoever comes to get it depends on what he's capable of.

Under the bright moonlight, the flowers on the stranger stood overhead, holding her thin white fingertips, the blood-dyed dagger that did not match at all, but the whole person was suddenly unconscious, drooling deep eyes, indifferent.

All her movements today, and even a subtle facial expression, are hidden in a sharp pair of eyes in the house.

The man stood with his hands in front of a pot of green plants one person tall in the dark corner, revealing a half-cutted jaw under a broad cape, his pale lips slightly curled.

The flowers crossed the body of the man in black and lifted him back to his bed.

But just as I turned around and was about to sit down, I suddenly felt something behind her that seemed to have fallen on her, like a sting behind her, and she was unusually saddened.

She scratched a chill in the bottom of her eyes and turned around, sweeping through each darker spot in the room with a sharp glare. Two silver needles had been clamped tightly in the five-finger seam.

Perhaps a natural acumen, the stranger glanced, but after searching for two laps in the house, he had locked the captain's location. At the same time, the silver needle between the fingers suddenly burst out in the direction of the vegetation.

“Sex!” The moment the silver needle flew out, her whole person burst out, holding a dagger with the silver needle toward the vegetation.

In the cloak man's dark and unpredictable eyes, a few surprising colors emerged.

At the same time, his hands were not idle, and he saw the silver needle flying with the spectre of the cold. He slendered a cage of five fingers and put the silver needle in the palm of his hand.

When the stranger glanced at the scene, the force in his hand was too late to retract, and he had to stick his scalp hard and stab the dagger in the cloak man's arm.

With such a sudden blow, the cloak man simply dissolved the silver needle and did not panic to escape easily.

The stranger hurriedly turned around and saw only the person in front of him, with a wide brown cloak covering his half face.

With the exception of the only exposed mandible, only a few spectacular but elusive deep eyes remain.

It's him again!

Since the last time he sent her back to the dungeon, he hasn't shown up, but she's felt it many times with that needle-lit look in her eyes.

What the hell does he want?

However, the stranger is a little surprised. Now that she has fought, she really knows that this man has better hands than imagined. She has just... lightened enemies!

Relative to the instant of the fourth eye, the stranger took his heart to swiftly pass the idea, his eyes became serious, and his footsteps changed rapidly. The ghost circled behind the cloak man and the dagger snapped towards his neck.

In her heart, she had categorized the captain as an accomplice with the former black man, and therefore the attacker had no mercy and taken the point of harm.

The speed is actually much faster than just now. It seems that the real strength of this woman really needs to be examined, so...

The cloak man half-covered deep ink eyes, crossed a few shadowy colors, and took out the silver needle just caged in the palm of his hand, using the silver needle as a weapon for the time being, and raised his hand, blocking this deadly blow.

The dagger's cold blade collided with the silver needle. The silver needle was not known to have been manipulated by the cloak man. Half of it was not collided by this fierce impact. Instead, it emitted a slight sword strike with a unique sound.

Later, the cloak wrist turned slightly, and the force of the stranger was uncontrolled and the dagger cut down along the edge of his heart.

The stranger frowned and quickly raised his other hand, with a cold silver needle stabbing behind the captain's ear again.

But just as the silver needle was approaching the back of the cape man's ear, the cape man held her slender but powerful wrist directly up with a thunderbolt.

The cloak man had tremendous power in his hand, and the silver needle that was so big that it was almost pinched off.

However, the stranger always reacted extremely quickly, and when this hand was temporarily healed, he did not hesitate to raise his other hand and stab the dagger towards the captain.

The cloak man has always had deep and unpredictable ink eyes, strangely crossed a hint of interest, and looked at strange flowers with little to no exploration.

This is supposed to be a show of friends who have lived in the capital for many years, not just in intelligence, but in some poisonous techniques, some means.

From his observation, as well as from his opponents, it is clear that the number of martial arts paths of this woman is clean, resolute and reactive.

Looks like it should be professionally trained, militarized, or top-level covert.

A big girlfriend actually had this kind of professional training, and he was getting really curious about his future wife.

You're such a fun guy. You'll have more fun later, won't you?