The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

The shadow killer appeared, and the black market boxing field was in chaos.

In the safe passage leading to the third floor of the black market fist floor, a black figure that is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye is rushing upwards rapidly, without the slightest wind.

The blockades of the strong one after another were bypassed unnoticed by her, as if taking a stroll in the courtyard.

In front was a window on the third floor, which was a place she had chosen to escape a long time ago. When she got here, she could easily escape and complete the assassination mission.

But at this moment, a short old man appeared between the safe passage and the window on the third floor. His eyes locked onto Tang Ling, who was almost invisible, as if he had no substance.

Tang Ling is a stealth killer, a shadow killer that everyone talks about, and those three flying knives are his killing weapons. From the age of 13 to five years, he has killed countless people without missing a single one, and he can leave calmly.

Her name is very famous in the killer world, but today, she encountered trouble.

The two flying knives cut through the space lightly, appearing at the vital parts of the old man as if jumping through space.

Tang Ling didn't feel pressured, but just as she sneered slightly, the two flying knives only hit afterimages, and finally nailed them to the wall, making a piercing buzzing sound.

She missed, for the first time in five years since her debut.

Just when Tang Ling was slightly taken aback, a dangerous aura enveloped her, and Tang Ling could only slightly deviate her body's vital points.

In the void, an old wrinkled hand stretched out, and the palm that Tang Ling could only do his best to slightly move away from the vitals of her body, and then the palm hit her plump left breast place.

Humph……

Tang Ling let out a soft snort, feeling as if his internal organs had been hollowed out, and his body flew backwards like an arrow from the string, with blood splattering all the way from his bright red mouth...

"It's over..."

Tang Ling's heart cooled down, but at that moment, the first thing she thought of was So Luo who cooked for her all day but was not treated well by her.

boom……

Tang Ling's body did not fall to the ground, but was held in someone's arms. Tang Ling instinctively wanted to resist, but she was too injured to struggle anymore.

"Don't move around, I'll take you away..." A distressed and familiar voice sounded in Tang Ling's ear, though his voice was hoarse on purpose.

Tang Ling's heart suddenly moved, and he felt like crying, and he fainted in that person's arms when he relaxed.

Once the blow was successful, the old man originally thought that he had already done it himself, but he seemed to know in his heart that the killer was going to be fierce, and he left room for the attack, and he didn't dare to hurt the killer, but just made her lose her fighting power.

But what he didn't expect was that the figure of a wretched young man took over the shadow killer who was "talking about changing color" in the capital.

The old man looked and looked, but he couldn't see clearly the face of the wretched boy holding the shadow killer who was much taller than him.

The old man rubbed his eyes, and what he saw was a zombie looking at him and smiling. He rubbed his eyes again, and it turned out that the opposite was a statue.

"Fuck! Illusion? The God of Heavenly Retribution is already alive? Could it be that the famous God of Heavenly Retribution is a young man? How is it possible?"

The old man uttered a swear word and rushed towards the statue, and then punched the statue, the phantom disappeared, and the whole aisle began to shake, as if there was an earthquake, the old man raised his eyes, he wiped again...

It turned out that what he bombarded was actually a marble pillar with a yellow paper talisman on it. The old man's face burst into anger, and he turned his head to look. At this time, he saw the back of a wretched boy confronting his lover Tyrannosaurus at the window.

The old man didn't move. He left this opportunity to his apprentice. This is not something that happens every day. The shadow killer is a woman, and the god of heaven is a wretched boy?

The Tarzan-like dragon stood in front of Solo who was replacing Tang Ling, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Boss, what are you... rub! What's the situation? Your woman is a shadow killer?" Long Bao was afraid that his master would hear, and whispered to Solo.

"Liu Zi, it turns out that you are hiding here, the little Japanese who just killed is handsome, you go and help me block that old man.

She is seriously injured, I have to take her away immediately, or it will be too late..." Solo said calmly.

"Boss, you are a well-known God of Retribution in Beijing! Why did you get together with a killer? By the way, that old man is my master...

By the way, you retreat first, this old boy dares to hurt his sister-in-law, let's see how I deal with him..." After the sixth son finished speaking, his eyes lit up with anger, and he strode up to his master.

"Don't let that old guy get my identity out. Just say you've got an illusion after cleaning up the old boy..." When Solo left Tang Ling from the window in his arms, he didn't forget to advise the six sons... …

Solo didn't dare to take Tang Ling back to the villa. He didn't want Tang Ling to know his secret, but now Solo knew that Tang Ling was the legendary shadow killer in the capital.

Solo has heard of the shadow killer a long time ago. As long as the shadow killer comes out, no one will be left alive. However, the shadow killer has his own principles, and she will kill if she is not paid.

It must be a damn person who will make a move, and the price is so high that it is not something that ordinary people can hire and afford.

Although Solo didn't go back to the villa directly, he did return to the hill in the villa area of ​​Dianjiangtai Park, and turned over the hill above the villa area. In a very hidden place of mass graves, Solo found a secret entrance to connect with him. into a passage.

This is an underground ancient tomb, like an underground palace, very spacious, but there are no coffins and funerary objects in the ancient tomb, just a huge tomb and the ear chambers of the two emperors.

However, there is a big bed, a table and a chair inside, and there is a row of dilapidated bookshelves in the main curtain room on the left side near the entrance of the tomb passage, with many books on them.

In the left ear room, there are all kinds of daily necessities, even things for cooking. If you only look at it from the inside, it looks like a poor house.

This place was originally discovered by Suotian genius doctor in his early years, and he developed it. He usually comes here to retreat when he is entangled in the study of medicine or wants to practice meditation. Solo knows where this place is, but he seldom comes here.

Since his father passed away, he hadn't been here even once, but now it came in handy.

Solo put Tang Ling, who had passed out, on the big bed, found a white candle that was as thick as an arm, and lit it with the word 'Dian' written on it, and the tomb was immediately brightly lit.

Sitting in front of the bed, Solo reached out and grabbed Tang Ling's little hand, and began to check his pulse. Tang Ling's little hand was cold and his pulse was chaotic.

"Shit, who is this old boy? The attack was ruthless enough. If it wasn't for me, I'm afraid this little girl would really die..."

Solo reluctantly put down Tang Ling's little hand. After thinking about it, he played with that delicate little hand again...

"What a beautiful little hand, it's not much worse than sister Gan's hand!" Solo pressed Tang Ling's little hand tightly against his face and rubbed it.

This is something he would not even dare to think about on weekdays. Now that the opportunity has come, this is a scene that Solo only dreamed of...

Tang Ling's little hands were slightly cold, but delicate and smooth, with slender fingers, perfect. Solo put Tang Ling's delicate little hands on his big mouth with trembling hands and kissed and kissed...

Solo's breathing gradually became heavy, and he didn't stop until he was tossing himself so distractedly that ###'s thickness and hardness were reflected, his face was flushed and his heart was beating.

"I'm a genius doctor. Saving people is not for nothing. Don't blame me for being wretched! I just charge some interest..."

While talking to Tang Ling who passed out, Solo reached into his arms and took out a small bottle, took out a red pill, pinched Tang Lingyanhong's small mouth and put the pill in.

After the pill melted in the mouth, Solo carefully observed Tang Ling's pale but tremblingly beautiful face: "Tang Ling, actually... so what... Even if I, Solo, took advantage of you tonight The thing about it... Shit! What am I thinking?"

Suoma quickly won the battle between heaven and man, adjusted his breathing, and then looked at Tang Ling's swollen chest.

"No, if you don't push the palace to get blood, I'm afraid it won't get better for a while, but why is this old boy so perverted? He hurt other girls here, damn it, if it wasn't through the clothes, I would fight him desperately ..."

Solo drooled and looked at Tang Ling's chest fiercely. He was so jealous that the master of the six sons, Long Bao, had hurt Tang Ling's chest. He was so jealous that he almost cursed.