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I came early——

The general in front of him may not be the general who opened Jing Mi's heart.

——He thought so.

According to the description in the original book, Jing Mi seems to have fallen in love with the general, dreaming of being saved by him——

Only then did he confide everything to him, but the next moment he was beheaded by the man of the mountain.

This is her original path.

And on the other side-

"Hassan Sabah!!?" ​​A certain general who originally regarded Homura as an assassin froze when he heard the horrifying and terrifying name that Homura uttered!

That name, that is in this era, a symbol of absolute fear and death!

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What is that man talking about—! ?

He said that name!Say it? !

'Hassan Sabah'! !

The general's pupils shrank, and he looked at Tranquility—the girl with disbelief.

The existence he regarded as an assassin, but now he called the girl he trusted as "the person who was supposed to be very close to him" in the name of the most terrifying and strongest assassination leader.

Seeing Jing Mi in a daze, she didn't appear to "refute" at all.

"Impossible! Impossible!!" The general roared in horror, unwilling to believe the reality in front of him.

Hassan has rarely failed a mission in the past...

Most of them end up self-destructing.

That is to say, once it is targeted by Hassan.

Either Hassan is crazy and has no time to care about you, or he is waiting to be killed by Hassan.Barring a miracle...

People who are targeted basically cannot survive.

"...! Are you kidding me!" The general's expression turned ferocious, and he collapsed.

The only thing that can't be the people around me is right...!

At this time, he also remembered the things that Jing Mi had never allowed him to [touch].

——!Did you apply poison to your body?

It is hard to imagine that a girl like An Jieer, who is as cute as an angel in fairy tales and stands still, will be the strongest assassin of this era.

The disillusionment made the general feel bad.

"...Ahhh!"

However, the other two people present did not care about him.

Homura suddenly thought of——

What Jing Mi wanted was someone who could touch her without dying.

In the beginning, she longed for ordinary happiness, and hoped that there would be someone who could bring her happiness.

And later, it has completely turned into a kind of psychological barrier.

Even if it is used as a tool, as long as the master can hold her and not die, she will flock to her like a pilgrimage. (For details, go to Cang Yin, what Aige asked her to do, she actually didn't like it very much. After killing the master of the berserker who was sincere to her, Jing Mi cried. She is like a begging puppy, like a longing A pet that the owner caresses. For the love of Aotian, he keeps killing people.

But judging from the memories in front of her, she wanted to be an ordinary girl rather than a killer. )

'I was only born as a woman, functioned as a woman, and died as a woman.If I also have the strong will to dare to abandon myself, will I become another look?Poison girl.poisonous flower. 'That was her inner evaluation of herself after she died.

She is an unqualified Hassan, who failed to carry out the assassination like the first generation.

Her spirit breaks down midway—

Now, they were forcibly put together by Homura.

When Homura asked, Hassan of Tranquility...does he have anything to say!

Yan didn't want to wait anymore, and directly threw an olive branch.

"My lord—" Swallowing her saliva, the girl spoke in a trembling voice.

She was called by the name shared by generations of Hassans, but even more surprising and heart-pounding, she was called 'Quiet'.

——Is this a name specially used to address her, to distinguish her from other generations of ancestors?

was called.Immersed in thoughts, resulting in a slow reaction. ,

After taking half a breath, the Assassin raised his head.

What came into view was the hand, the skin that was still being held.what.bump into.was touched.Obviously someone else was watching.

skin.jaw.The brown skin, equivalent to a death clot, was gently stroked by the fingertips.As with fragile objects.Like caress bubbles.

used to tremble.A shuddering, boiling memory came from all over his body.