I Became an Anonymous Boss

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"It's weird isn't it?"

"Obviously you should die, why are you still alive, why do you still have the strength to kill you..."

Blood oozed from Yan Qixia's clothes, and when she spoke, her voice trembled slightly.

She raised her face, revealing a poignant smile.

"Because this is the real killing move."

"Use myself as the bait, the moment my energy is exhausted, you will definitely kill me, there is only such a moment of chance."

"I can put this dagger into your heart."

Yan Qixia tightly held Yan Yunyan's wrist, a dark red dagger shone with platinum luster.

Flowing endless determination.

Fish sausage sword.

The blade of assassination, the sword of bravery.

After getting this famous sword and dagger, Yan Qixia understood how to kill Yan Yunyan.

One life for another, there is no chance of winning in a head-to-head confrontation from the beginning, only assassination can win.

She had no intention of going back alive at all.

After getting this sword, she raised it day after day, tempering its sharpness. She never slacked off for several years, and wore it by her side every day to cultivate Qi and sharpen it. It doesn't even have a scabbard, just hidden in the cuffs.

Raise soldiers for a thousand days, use them in a moment.

Like a dead man, and a dead man deserves to die.

She regarded herself as a dead soldier, as a chess piece that could be discarded.

Her life is just a bait, a bait that exists in order to stab the sword smoothly.

Even all the foreshadowing before existed for this sword.

The defense given by Qiankun to Jie was a cover from the beginning.

All previous dialogues are also deliberate psychological hints.

She was provoking her opponent, deliberately provoking Yan Yunyan.

What she said meant that she had no intention of going all out, killing her just for revenge, but she didn't plan to give up her life completely, as long as she killed Yan Yunyan, Yan Qixia could start a new life, it sounds beautiful, beautiful It made Yan Yunyan jealous.

But it was because of this that Yan Yunyan became paralyzed. She was already in a trance after her revenge was completed, and she no longer had so much vigilance.

So Yan Yunyan killed her, stepped into the trap as she had imagined, approached her, and was pierced through the heart by the dagger.

This is assassination.

No matter how different their status is, no matter how different their strength is, they are all equal before this sword.

Perhaps the most famous assassin in history is Jing Ke, but Jing Ke failed to assassinate Qin, and failed to achieve his goal of being a dead warrior and assassin, so the sword he used to assassinate Qin did not leave a name, only a picture. This idiom.

But Yuchang is not the case. The assassin who used it was named Zhuan Zhu, and his assassination was successful. Zhuan Zhu assassinated the King of Wu, killing him with one blow.

This sword is really not very gorgeous, it does not have the demeanor of a sword flying into the sky, a white rainbow penetrating the sun, nor the shock of a goshawk hitting the temple or a comet hitting the moon.

All the gorgeous light was submerged in the instant assassination, blood gushed out, and the dagger pierced into the heart.

Only a ray of sword energy surged out and flew for a hundred meters, submerged in the snowstorm.

Afterwards, all was well.

Only endless red gushes from the wound.

Only endless white flutters from the sky.

Yan Yunyan let go of her hand, the silver gun fell, she fell to the ground, her tied long hair fell off and fell loose on her shoulders.

She fell silent, her knees could not support any strength, and she knelt down on the ground, her eyes were black, and she was in severe pain.

She has been injured more than a hundred times, but this time she knows that she will not survive. The cultivation base of the Great Myriad Phrases allows her to live a little longer, but she is destined to die.

The severe pain made her unable to stand up, no matter how much she gasped, she couldn't stop the loss of life from her body, red, large pieces of red gushed out, taking away the vitality.

Time is running out.

She tried her best to support her body, but she had no strength.

The scene I saw in my line of sight was another woman like a mirror image.

She was also sitting on her knees, her heart was bleeding empty, and the blood stained her white skirt, all of them were dying.

Their foreheads were pressed against their foreheads, and they could feel each other's body getting colder.

Until then, they looked more like sisters.

"well done."

"As expected of my sister."

Yan Yunyan said in a low voice, there was no resentment or hatred in her voice, instead she calmly accepted her own death.

"With you guys by my side, at least on Huangquan Road, I won't be too lonely."

She was dying, but she had no regrets.

Those who dedicate everything to hatred will end up with such a result.

Empty, lost, and ultimately, nothing.

Death may also be a kind of redemption.

It's a pity that she is not someone who can go to death willingly, and even when she dies, she has to drag others to the underworld.

This is Yan Yunyan, a pitiful and vicious woman who has tried her best.

But she was about to die, but instead of showing any hatred, she just spoke quietly.

She raised her hand, and the blood-stained palm caressed Yan Qixia's face.

"Do you hate me?" she asked.

"I hate you to the bone." Yan Qixia said.

"That's great. To die with the satisfaction of revenge must be very happy." Yan Yunyan said.

"Happiness? I'm sad now..." Yan Qixia felt the coldness of her fingertips, and she said bitterly: "You are my sister, why do I have to hate you? Why do I have to kill you? Why do I have to be killed by you again?" die?"

"...You still haven't changed, you are as weak as ever." Yan Yunyan scolded in a low voice: "At this time, don't say such words, with a winner's smile, watching me die, enjoying the satisfaction of revenge, no Okay?"

"It would be fine if you were just an enemy." Yan Qixia said hoarsely.

"You are also my sister..." Yan Yunyan said in a low voice: "She is also my mother, why is this, I don't know, I really don't know, maybe we shouldn't have been born from the beginning Bar."

They all won, won revenge, but won nothing.

There are only relatives who are about to die in front of them, and they are not sweet at all, only sad and cold.

Yan Yunyan raised her face and looked at the snowy sky. For the first time in so many years, she had the urge to cry bitterly, but she didn't shed tears, but sneered at the sky with the utmost sarcasm, laughing at the absurdity of this fate , and laughed at her own pitifulness and hatefulness.

Yan Yunyan stretched out her hand and hugged Yan Qixia, her fingertips became cold little by little.

It's too late to hug her sister now, but she still wants to die in the arms of her relatives, like a person's dying words are good, this weakness cannot be seen by others.

The woman lowered her head and said in a low voice.

"On the road to Huangquan, I will take a step first, so I won't wait for you, so as not to run into each other again, I have to catch up with that old woman before, and laugh at how aggrieved and ugly she died. It is best to meet again in the next life. Keep torturing her."

The hatred in Yan Yunyan's words has not disappeared, and she has no intention of letting go of her enemy, and she will continue to release endless hatred in her next life.

But then her tone slowed down a lot.

"As for you, you are so naive and weak, so don't meddle in it. Walk slowly on the road to Huangquan, and don't meet us again. You can't fight."

She held Yan Qixia's wrist, and slowly closed her eyes.

"In the next life... don't be sisters."

Yan Yunyan pushed Yan Qixia away, and even left her heart with the dagger, blood gushed out like a fountain, like a flower petal.

She fell on her back, and the last gleam of fire in her pupils was extinguished. Her body was as light as a fallen leaf, and she fell into the snow, blood soaking the white snow in the courtyard.

Yan Yunyan took a step first, went to Huangquan, went to hell, and chased her enemy.

She is such a woman who will neither forgive her enemies nor herself.

I only write one story in my life, and the story is full of revenge.

Now that the story is finished, she is gone, even when she died so simply and neatly.

Yan Qixia watched her sister fall on her back, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the dark red blood spilled on the ground with the sound of coughing.

The relatives are gone, and she should go too.

She was ready and had slowly closed her eyes.

But at this moment, he heard hasty footsteps and a call from afar.

Yan Qixia's whole body trembled as if struck by lightning, her face was pale, she shed tears, and she blamed God's cruelty in her heart.

——God, why are you so ruthless... Why did you let me see him again when I was parting from life and death?

But she couldn't contain the impulse, and the strong emotion made her look back, making her look at the white clothes.

Yan Qixia saw him anxiously searching.

"Son..."

Shirataki also saw her slight smile.

"See you in the next life..."

Introduction: White Emperor City ([-])

It used to be Baidi City.

The dungeon was pitch black, only the light of the torch was flickering, and the straw mat on the ground was still bitingly cold.