Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce put away the bronze sword, yawned, and didn't notice the small movement of the four little ones secretly untying the rope.

"Master Shaoyunling, born as a 'national martyr' and die as a 'national martyr', at least there must be a beginning and an end. If you want to leave, you have to make the last vote. This is the rule of the assassin world. Besides, a large number of 'national martyrs' are rushing forward one after another Under the sky of Chu, to erase the remaining traces of your sudden assassination mission, the sacrifices of the 'National Martyrs' cannot be without value."

Yan Ce remained expressionless, but calmly listened to the information from the girl's mouth.

Miss Dai Yunling raised her face, stared into Yan Ce's clear eyes, was silent for a while, and suddenly thought of a tiny possibility of terror.

"It's King Qin... Has King Qin changed you?"

"..."

Yan Ce blinked, but still didn't make a sound.

then.

"Clap" sound.

The string that symbolized reason in Assassin Ji's brain made a cracking sound, the godless pupils almost lost focus, and a trace of indescribable emotion appeared in her heart.

The assassin has a special feeling for the prey? !

Can this reality still be so ridiculous? How did that extremely indifferent king capture the equally ruthless Shaoyunling? The two icebergs facing each other release the waves of the mind, and the air-conditioning is soaring. It is a wonderful picture that is completely unimaginable. .

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At this moment, it is early morning.

Atrium door.

Shang Ji, who had been so busy all night without sleep, looked around with panda eyes on her eyes and found that there was no maid to help Su, and then carefully knocked on the door, calling softly like a thief.

"Your Highness, Young Master Ce, King Qin is coming to the Nuan Pavilion, please prepare quickly..."

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Shang Ji's weak voice echoed in the central hall of the warm pavilion, and gradually, the shock of the Assassin Ji's was fixed on the delicate faces.

The black, long and straight boy froze for a few seconds, his eyes were filled with confusion, and he sat on the side of the bed in silence for a long time.

He quietly pondered a philosophical question of life or death.

For example, he told the king of Qin that he had captured five assassin girls in the warm pavilion, for example, he accidentally bundled five sexy "National Death" assassin girls into an H position that was easy to get in.

For another example, this kind of obscenity/incestuous scene that seems to be going crazy for the last time on the eve of engagement, will the woman directly split him in half with Tai'a sword after coming in, one half is braised in red, and the other is spicy.

For a moment, countless chaotic thoughts flashed by.

After Miss Shang Ji's words fell, the atmosphere in the central hall where Yan Ce was located was indescribably solemn.

While standing up, the boy secretly thought about how to deal with the current crisis.

Sunlight streams in through the wide-open windows.

On the side, the five Assassin Girls had expressions of "Fuck, I'm going to die".

The pure black waist-length hair was messily scattered on the ground. In the shock and panic, they tried their best to break free from the shackles of the ropes. The girls eagerly bowed their upper bodies, exposing their backs and perfectly curved buttocks to Yan Ce, signaling to Sir Shaoyun Ling A sword splits and binds the dead knot.

Yan Ce's expression became serious.

This group of assassin girls must not be let go before they are injected with the ideological transformation of socialism. Of course, it is not for the pleasure of secretly enjoying the high-cold female assassins next to the Qin Palace, or to keep their eyesight.

In all fairness, Yan Ce is not a good boy who abides by the rules. As long as his life is not in danger, he doesn't like to follow the etiquette. He restrained his immature thoughts a lot, but the long seventeen years of prosperity made him unable to integrate into the oppressive society and become a part of the machine.

He is a monkey, and every monkey has the dream of going to heaven to do things.

The young man who was forcibly Qinistized by Yingzheng tried his best to get close to that figure, the distant figure within sight, although at first it was just planting the seeds of longing.

The sight missed the upturned round buttocks, moved to Assassin Ji Chuchu's pitiful little face, her breasts were squeezed on the floor, and her two slender big white legs struggled to maintain a half-kneeling posture... full of fouls that aroused the male desire to invade.

As expected of an elite assassin, this body structure is awesome.

He sighed: "...Don't move around, I will try my best to ensure your safety."

as possible?

The little assassins are keenly aware of the unusual meaning, that is to say, if something goes wrong, you plan to throw us all out, our "National Martyr" has shed blood and sweat for you!

"Master Shaoyun Ling, it happens that the King of Qin is coming, why don't we directly—"

"Fuck you. Ah—open your mouth and don't bite your tongue."

"Ugh..."

Yan Ce cut a piece of dark clothing with a sword, twisted the strips of cloth into long ropes, stretched out his hands to strangle the mouths of the five girls one by one, and then stretched his hands to Miss Dai Yunling's soft armpits.

The Great Assassin Ji had already turned into a cute Steam Ji, the slender but solid girl's body trembled, her face turned red.

The boy said, "Hide in my room and keep quiet."

Dai Yunling hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Somewhat tired, Yan Ce dragged Assassin Ji's rope to his bed, and returned to the central hall to put the other girls in the closet, under the bed, behind the screen.

Even if it is for the safety of King Qin, yes, there are also the girls of the crown prince, even if they are chopped into dumpling stuffing due to a misunderstanding, they must not be put in danger, otherwise it would be too unmanly.

It was the moment when the boy dragged the first little assassin.