Crazy days with beautiful sister

After Xiaomo came out of Cao Chuchu's house, he stood outside their apartment for a long time, feeling nothing unusual, and then put his hands in his pockets and started walking.

As soon as he arrived at the intersection, he was taken aback suddenly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

With a surprised expression, he looked at the two naked people in front of him who were carrying two manhole covers.

Take a quick look, I rely on it.

Isn't this the two robbers just now?

The two robbers also found Xiaomo, they were also shocked, threw the manhole cover, and hugged each other, "Brother, we were robbed just now, will you spare us?"

Shit, it's really a rare thing to be robbed while being a robber.

Xiao Mo didn't bother to pay attention to them, and waved his hands, "Go back and be a good person." He continued to move forward.

He knew that these people's natures might be hard to change, but he didn't need to kill them all.

When he was about to walk home, he suddenly felt a cool wind wafting over with a familiar aura.

He was shocked.

This is the breath of the night assassins who followed him before!

He stopped and concentrated, and there was a person on the locust tree directly above him!

He searched again, but found no one else, and it seemed that he was alone.

He didn't have any doubts, which was in line with the nature of the assassin himself.

Most of the so-called assassins are alone when they carry out their missions.

Self-destruction is a stage that all assassins go through.

In a deeper sense, Xiaomo is not a night assassin.

He can only be regarded as a supernatural being who was opened up by those old monsters.

"Who are you?" Xiaomo stopped and said.

There's no need for him to hide anymore. Since these people have been able to find him time and time again, it means that they have been monitoring him for a long time.

The assassin in the dark didn't move or speak, his eyes were fixed on Xiaomo.

Xiao Mo's mind turned quickly, he was guessing who sent this.

Until now, he still wasn't sure if this person was the assassin sent by Xia Yu.

So it's Wang Laoba?

Or who?

He really couldn't be sure.

"Why do you follow me!" Xiao Mo's tone was very firm.

"Wow!" The leaves made a sound, and a man in a black windbreaker landed in front of Xiao Mo.

"I am Number 757, Night Slayer."

The person said politely: "Hello, supernatural being."

All the assassins in Huaxia have no names, including everyone in the largest assassination organization, the Assassin's League.

In this world of killers, no one will remember them, only the tattoo numbers on their bodies.

The number is their name and represents everything about them.

The blood drop tattoos on their chests are their glory and their level. The more blood drops, the deeper and older their qualifications.

It also means killing the most people!

Those old monsters told him these things, so far he still can't define himself as an assassin?Is it a superhuman?Or a prankster...

Hearing this person call himself that, he had a feeling in his mind, "Hello, are you from the League of Assassins?"

"Don't care who I am? It doesn't matter who I am, just hand it over!" Number 757 stretched out his black gloved hand.

"what?"

Xiao Mo really didn't understand "Who sent you here?"

"Masculinity and dense scrolls - sweet-scented osmanthus collection!"

Number 757 said calmly: "As the last successor of the prankster, it's better not to be a fool, I don't want to kill people!"

Osmanthus Collection!

Masculine volume?

In Xiaomo's mind, this is nothing more than a book for practicing and playing, which is equivalent to a recipe or something.

Unexpectedly, this person gave such a high evaluation: masculine and dense volume!

As the name suggests, it is equivalent to a secret method such as the Nine Suns Divine Art, which can only be practiced by men.

It seems that these old guys and Tong Jing really spent their money.

He looked at number 757 "The last successor?"

"Do you think those old monsters will come down the mountain alive? And that mysterious woman, she is just using you."

No. 757 stared at Xiao Mo, without any emotional fluctuations, "Hand it over, maybe you will live longer."

Tong Jing, a mysterious woman?

Mood flashed in Xiao Mo's mind, "Did you kill them?"

"Wang Laoba is not an ordinary person, nor is he a noble person, but it is enough to kill them. If it weren't for these old monsters who were behind to cover you, you and that woman would be able to get out of City H alive?" 757 looked up at the night sky, "I've said too much, hand it over! You don't deserve such a thing."

His smile is weird.

Xiaomo knows the complicated relationship now, he has fallen into a whirlwind vortex, and he can't get out again.

He asked, "Are you from the Xia Group?"

"I don't belong to anyone, I'm a free supernatural professional killer!"

Number 757's tone became heavy.

He is also a supernatural being!

Seeing that he still guessed correctly, Xiao Mo said to himself.

"I don't have anything!"

He also said firmly.

"I actually didn't want to do it. Now it seems that there must be bloodshed tonight."

Number 757 smiled softly, "We talk too much, maybe only death can silence us!"

Suddenly, he quickly shot at Xiaomo!

A black fist hit Xiaomo's head!

Xiao Mo quickly jumped back, the speed of this supernatural killer surprised him, far beyond what he had imagined.

No. 757 didn't expect Xiaomo to dodge it. With a wave of his right hand, there was a cold scimitar in his hand, "You are very skilled, have they opened up your second channel of Ren and Du?"

Xiao Mo stood not far away, and he felt different strengths in his left and right hands, one firm and the other soft.

My heart tightened suddenly.

He had an epiphany, and finally knew that those old monster masters had let him practice the Osmanthus Collection and the Cheats of Picking Up Girls at the same time.

It turned out to be the harmony of yin and yang!

His mind was cleared, and his whole body became refreshed. In fact, he didn't know that he had broken through the bottleneck.

Number 757 directly threw out the machete in his hand, aiming at Xiaomo's neck.

Xiao Mo jumped up suddenly, stepped on the scimitar with his toe, and threw it towards No. 757.

After two moves, the seemingly peaceful night, the leaves began to fall, and the branches also made a rattling sound.

The eyes of the two people began to gather light together and turned dark red at the same time.

After looking at each other, the two people exerted force at the same time and came towards each other!

The scimitar numbered 757 kept turning in his hand, the windbreaker was blown up, and the cold breath rushed towards Xiaomo's face...

Xiao Mo clenched his fists and ran forward. He couldn't hear his footsteps, but every time he took a step, there would be a gap like a thick line on the concrete road. His eyes were fixed on the chest numbered 757, where there was a beating Heart……

The smell of death became stronger and stronger, and the speed of the two was very fast, touching each other within two seconds.

The knife numbered 757 swept towards Xiaomo's neck;

Xiao Mo changed his fists into claws and grabbed No. 757's chest...

"boom"

After the two collided, there was a slight noise, and then the two stood back to back...

Xiao Mo closed her eyes, listening to the sound of blood drops...

Number 757 turned around and looked at Xiao Mo, with dark eyes.

The knife on the chest was dripping blood continuously...

In less than 3 seconds, the knife on the chest began to emit white smoke, and then the face of number 757 began to become distorted, and then the whole person was spread out underneath, until it turned into a puddle of blood.

Completely disappear from this world.

These are killers, no one knows where they come from, death is their new life...

Xiao Mo clapped his hands and sighed, "Kung fu in the world is only fast!"

He looked up and prayed, no matter what kind of person he is, he has a soul.

He bent down and picked up the only scimitar left on the ground, and started to walk home...