People are in the heavens, starting as Li Xingyun

Chapter 36 The Dark River members who are idols per capita

As Shen Suixin said this, she slowly turned her body back and looked sharply at the short-haired man who had dodged the third round of spear fire. The corners of her mouth gradually opened to both sides, revealing a set of white teeth. Extremely ferocious and ferocious.

At the same time, feeling a strong malice coming, a chill ran down the back of the short-haired man. In his distraction, he was almost hit by a spear, and he could only use a lazy donkey roll in embarrassment. Survived.

But until this time, the mechanism of the secret room finally stopped and returned to calm.

"Phew! Finally..."

The short-haired man sighed, and his tense body relaxed slightly, but the next second he noticed several whistling sounds coming through the air, many times faster than the previous machine spear.

And because the timing was too accurate, the short-haired man was unable to completely dodge this time. Several important points on his left leg were instantly stabbed by the attacking object, and he was instantly paralyzed and lost consciousness.

Looking down, I saw that there were several strange-shaped silver needles!
  The short-haired man secretly thought something was wrong. He looked forward with sweating profusely, only to find that Shen Suixin, who had already stepped out of the broken wall, turned back and looked at him with a playful look on his face. The sword in his hand shone coldly under the light of the lights. Flashing, full of heart-stopping horror.

"Five million taels of silver, is this the price Dark River has set for my head?"

Shen Suixin said calmly, raised his sword and pointed it at the short-haired man with cold eyes: "Boy! You were so good at playing with daggers just now, why don't you continue now!"

"Ah ha ha!"

The short-haired man couldn't help but smile awkwardly when he heard this. He retracted the dagger decisively and signaled that he would no longer attack, and then said: "Master Shen misunderstood! I am just a small figure in the underground river. I have no right to directly receive the task. The so-called five hundred If you are just playing tricks on the old man, you must not take it seriously!"

"Ha! Little guy? I didn't expect you to be quite humble!"

Shen Suixin raised his eyebrows lightly: "Undertaker, Su Changhe... The young generation of Anhe is the only top master who can be as famous as the 'Umbrella Ghost' Su Muyu. If you are a nobody, how many people in the entire Anhe are worthy of having him?" Name."

"Haha! Mr. Shen is joking. How can I be as famous as the 'Umbrella Ghost'? I just have a good relationship with him and gain a little fame. In a real fight, I am far from that guy's opponent..."

The short-haired man, Su Changhe, waved his hands and smiled, looking like "I can't do it, I have to rely on my colleagues to lift me up." But in fact, he secretly mobilized his zhenqi to his left leg, trying to force out those Huayang needles. In vitro, restore mobility.

Obviously, these little moves of his could not escape Shen Suixin's eyes. She looked at him funny, but the murderous intention in her heart became more and more intense.

Although Shen Suixin in his previous life could not be called a senior lover of the second dimension, he still watched some interesting anime when he had nothing to do, and one of them was a martial arts anime called "Young Song Xing".

Therefore, he knew very well that the Su Changhe in front of him was far from being as simple as the young master of Anhe. If there were no accidents, the other person would most likely become the patriarch of Anhe in the future.

In other words, the guy in front of him with a playful smile and full of amusement is likely to become a peerless devil in the future.

For Shen Suixin, who owns the system, there is a high chance that this kind of big devil will trigger system tasks, and the rewards will be extremely generous.

So the question is, should Shen Suixin kill Su Changhe now to avoid possible disasters in the future, or leave a fatal backhand in his body and wait for him to grow up completely and fatten him up before killing him?

Two completely different choices swayed slightly in Shen Suixin's mind. Just when he was thinking about what to do next, the crumbling ceiling above his head suddenly made a violent movement.

Then there was just a roar, and a dozen figures fell from above and landed around him.

Some of them were familiar figures to Shen Suixin, such as Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou and Ximen Chuixue, as well as the people from Tianqinmen who came to avenge (beat) Huo Tianqing's death.

In addition to them, there was a tall and thin figure wearing a plain robe, who also stood on his side.

This is an old man with an extremely serious expression and demeanor. His beard and hair are as black as steel needles, and his waist is as straight as a pine. He is holding a broad-bladed long sword that is very similar to Shen Suixin.

The brass sword is polished very brightly, but the scabbard is very old. There is a small gossip embedded on it, which is the unique symbol of the swords of the Emei Sect in the world. As if aware of Shen Suixin's gaze, the old man turned his head and looked back, then nodded slightly as a greeting.

Then he looked away from him, wandering around as if he was looking for something, but in the end found nothing.

Shen Suixin raised his eyebrows. If he guessed correctly, the identity of the other party should be Yan Duhe, one of the few ministers who successfully escaped from the Jinpeng Kingdom in the past and later changed his name to Dugu Yihe, the great elder of the Emei Sect. !

Shen Suixin had never met Yan Duhe. Previously, in order to avoid alerting the enemy, he had followed Fei Ge Chuanxin alone. He only left many marks along the way to facilitate Lu Xiaofeng and others to find the stronghold of this tea house.

When he set off, the Emei Great Elder had not yet arrived at the Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion.

Looking at the current scene, it was most likely that when Lu Xiaofeng was looking for Shen Suixin, she met him on the road and came together hand in hand.

"Where are the Huoxiu people?"

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng walked up to Shen Suixin and asked in a deep voice. Several other people also looked over with questioning expressions.

"Ran!"

Shen Suixin shrugged, then raised his hand and pointed forward. Su Changhe, who was also surrounded by several figures, said calmly: "It was the assassin from the dark river who did the good deeds. If he hadn't intervened, Huo Xiu would have been killed by my sword just now." Down."

After saying this, Shen Suixin turned to look at everyone. He had noticed that everyone looked a little embarrassed at the moment.

Especially Ximen Chuixue, who saw two streaks of blood on his usually spotless white clothes, as if he had been injured.

"It's okay."

The expression on Ximen Chuixue's face remained cold, but a pair of dark eyes shone with astonishing brilliance. It could even be said that he looked at the figure opposite him with passion, and said: "You are right, the Anhe Su family's There is indeed something unique about the way of swordsmanship, and it is completely different from the swordsmen I have fought against before.”

"Anhe Su family?"

When Shen Suixin heard this, she couldn't help but follow Ximen Chuixue's gaze, and sure enough she saw a slender figure wearing a ghost mask and holding an oil-paper umbrella standing next to Suchanghe, who seemed to have a vague protective meaning.

Of course, he was also covered in colorful paint, and even the oil-paper umbrella he was holding had a huge hole in it and had lost its function of protecting him from the wind and rain.

Seeing the other party dressed like this, Shen Suixin's eyes narrowed slightly.

There is nothing to guess. With such a special appearance, this person is most likely the strongest among the young generation in Anhe - the umbrella-wielding ghost Su Muyu!

As for the people around him... there is nothing much to say. They are all handsome men and women, all of them have great looks, and have diverse styles and unique characteristics.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he were placed in the world he lived in before, he would be able to become idols in a group with just a few years of practice.

But having said that, isn’t it better for a profession like killer to be as ordinary as possible?
  But look at this group of guys in front of you. Each one is more conspicuous than the last, and the rate of turning heads when walking on the street is as high as [-]%. How can they happily engage in assassination!
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