Ultimate Assassin System

Am I really doing something wrong ...

In the snow outside the theater, Winsling, who got off the carriage, did not immediately walk to the theater door to attend the banquet. The left arm bandaged by the wounded cloth was gloomy and decadent, and his expression was bleak.

Regardless of whether you want it or not, the keen hearing of the air-level warrior will be heard clearly in the distance, including the undisguised ridicule and resentment ... Honestly, Winsling does not really care about these. By the time he rebelled and sent his spear into Haita's heart, he was already prepared for the situation.

It's ridiculous, what do they know ...

The profound influence of the sword **** in the empire, who can be more clear than his own disciple of the sword god? It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the master ... as long as the sword **** is well, no matter who is crowned and crowned, it is impossible to ignore the opinion of the sword god, and he must first pass the approval of the sword **** ... precisely because of this, At the moment of the fall, the anti-phagic effect of all aspects came one after another.

The sword **** is dying, and the sword **** is about to end. Just as the big tree will fall and the mountain peaks will fall, at this time, who will take care of the life and death of birds and birds on the tree?

Not to mention the others, the enemies of the sword **** alone, the huge pressure from the temple of light, who can carry it?

In this way, I re-selected a strong backer for the family to ensure that the family's glory does not fall and the inheritance continues. Just like what most of you are doing now, let the second prince fall to the ground and surrender to the great prince ...

Am I doing something wrong?

No, I did nothing wrong! there has never been--

Clenched his fist. Snow fell on his shoulders suddenly. Winsling breathed a long breath. Like a beast that fell into a trap. Fierce eyes. Immediately raising his hand into his arms, he took out a small brown box, opened it, took out a delicate cigarette from it, and lit ...

袅袅 The smoke rises, it should be caused by infrequent smoking, the movement of smoking is awkward, and there is a cough. Winsling's eyes were reddish. The look of the face after the smoke is even more blurred ...

Since I didn't do anything wrong, why do you have to hold on to me? Why are even the people of the tribe ...

Yes, Winsling could not speak in the eyes of unexpected people, but he could not let go of the alienated attitude revealed by people in the tribe nearby. I believe that no matter who this matter is on, you can't care about it!

All his actions are clearly for family honor. Before, it was because of the support and encouragement of all the elders in the family, that was why they betrayed the division and killed the brother. Even the wound on the left arm. They were also left in the first two days to save the clan and fight with the bandits who broke into the mansion overnight.

He has done everything he can. Dedicated everything, including reputation. So why do they look at me like they are looking at a monster that can eat people ... or even do not want to look at me ... why?

Not inside or out! well, why!

"Master." A guard flinched as Winsling trembled and gasped for doubt and indignation. "Master has led the people first, and he told me to tell you, the theater guard has already said hello, wait You can bring your gun through the side door. And ... and don't care what others say, it will pass. "

After that, Winsling waved his hand impatiently, and the family guard stepped away as if pardoned.

Haha, look, they don't even want to go in with me ...

The corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, Winsling laughed at himself and shook his head in unknown meaning.

Under the snow, Winsling leaning in the shadow of the car on the side of the road contrasted with the main entrance of the theater not far from the cheers and laughter.

Between light and darkness, one is deserted, the other is lively, like two completely different worlds!

After a while, 嗤 —half of the cigarette fell into the snow, the green smoke was insignificant, and the hot red cigarette **** also melted a small piece of snowflake after sacrificing its own source of fire. Immediately, Detective Winsling grabbed a cold spear, shook off the snow flakes, and cleared his face, and strode towards the theater's side door expressionlessly.

In the meantime, of course, you will meet noble acquaintances who come to the banquet. But Winsling went straight without squinting. If he hadn't seen it, he didn't mean to say hello. Of course, no one came forward to say hello to him. Yes, just the weird look that seemed to be absent from the dodge, as if looking at a plague **** who suddenly came to earth ...

However, there are exceptions. Just as Winsling was about to step on the side door stairs, he shuddered, a harsh tone came from one side,

"Yo, this isn't Winsling. It's been a long time ... you **** still has a face now?" After the seemingly familiar greeting, the sharp taunt turned sharply, and Winsling's face sank in a sullen expression, and he staggered. Under the steps, the aristocrats were either shocked or looked at them aside.

Just as a nobleman just said, Winsling was born in the vein of the sword god, and he is talented, and there is no doubt about his strength. Therefore, although the people present were very disdainful of their character, they were afraid of his strength, and they did not dare to say something unpleasant, at least not to speak in person. And now the harsh tone is undoubtedly the direct release of these dare not to say, it is completely a stance of tearing the face, naturally it is to tighten the hearts of the audience, for fear that Winsling suddenly went crazy, and then hit them, and caused this celebration.

But when everyone heard the sound turned to the harsh tone of the master, their expressions couldn't help but be stunned, and then relaxed.

It turned out to be him? That's not surprising ...

Not surprisingly, looking at Philip on the steps without covering his face with ridicule, Winsling drew his face, unconsciously looked away, turned his head down and stepped, intending to bypass.

From start to finish, Winsling did not feel that he had done anything wrong, nor did he feel that anyone was entitled to laugh at him. But this obviously does not include the vein of the sword **** and the family of Philip, who were deeply hurt by him.

"What?" Philip shifted sideways at the same time, again stopping in front of Winsling with a sneer. "Will Winsling have the courage to betray the teacher but not talk to me?"

"Let's go!" Winsling finally couldn't bear it, and growled in a deep voice. "Today is the coronation of the great prince. I don't want to conflict with you."

"Wow, are you trying to do this to me? Okay, come on!" Philip exaggerated and spread his hands, without sacrificing sarcasm. "Anyway, you dare to kill your brother Haita anyway, what am I worth? You say yes Come on! Come and kill me with a magic pistol forged by your grandfather who runs around for you and has worked hard to collect materials! "

Shouting fiercely, Winsling trembled suddenly, clutching the gun body with his palm crunching.

There was instant silence.

"What are you afraid of-Winsling, look up at me!" Growled and roared, Philip stepping down the stone steps, standing in front of Owens, as if stunned by Warcraft, dazzling people, "Are you special, are you special? Lift me up and look at me! Look at Brother Haita who was killed by you! Look at Master Jian Shen who was so disappointed in you! "

Taking a step back, I heard the sound subconsciously looked up, looked at the fire-spitting eyes that could not be covered by the endless snow and snow, and once again unconsciously looked away, and immediately saw the scornful glances, contempt looks, and , The father who stood behind the crowd and waved his face ...

Obviously, no one wants to see the conflict here, especially to see Winsling, who betrayed the division's door, and Philip, who came to the door, including Winsling's father.

So Winsling could only turn around in disgrace at the moment, before leaving the theater for the celebration, he left alone.

I have to say that this scene is quite ironic. You should know that the celebration is the occasion where the forces of the great prince share the fruits of victory, and Philip has never belonged to the great prince. He has always been closer to the second prince. However, for the name of the transaction, Wenslin, who succeeded in relying on the great prince, has not been able to participate in the victory celebration. Even the forces of the great prince who are around him have not stood up to speak for him. Instead, it looks like he can't wait for him to leave early ...

Rebels leave!

"Coward! Miscellaneous! Dog stuff--" Although Winsling left in regret, Philip apparently did not intend to let him go so easily, frowning, poking at the back of the former, yelling at the front of the theater with a roaring snowstorm. "Do you think it will end if you dodge me? You will die-Winsling, I promise you that you will, will, will, die-"

"Sir, Master ..." In the stern curse, the family driver looked at Winsling with a gloomy face, and hurriedly stuttered to ask, lest he anger him.

"go!"

"Go ... where?"

"Go back!" Of course, Winsling didn't want to compete with a driver, walked a few steps into the family carriage slightly, and hurled his hands to bring the door, "... this lunatic!"

"Run? How dare you run! Even if you hide in the North Desolate, I will send someone to kill Philip ... dead to you!"

"Cough, Sir Philip is so angry, he's gone, can't hear ..." After all, it's a celebration occasion, and it's naturally out of place to scold the street here. So after seeing the Winsling carriage crossing the intersection and disappearing quickly, an old aristocrat rushed forward to hold anger Philip, and kept talking to appease.

However, "I'm angry ... I'm angry?" Philip, who was referring to the world the other day, ~ www.readwn.com ~ But at this moment it was weird and quiet, and looked at the old aristocrat inexplicably. "Just a joke, but I'm a polite aristocrat, how could I be angry for no reason, I don't understand what you're saying ... By the way, I'm going to the banquet, can you go? If not, I'll go first what……"

"Uh ..." The aristocrats present could not help but be speechless. The speed with which Nima turned her face was absolutely extraordinary. And your emperor flower wolf has grace? Well, this is the biggest joke today ... but,

What the aristocrats who didn't seem to notice was that when Philip stepped into the side door of the theater, he turned his head slightly and squinted at the intersection where the snow and wind disappeared to Owens' carriage, and his mouth was bent to reveal a strange smile ...

Really think I'm kidding.

Ha ha……

Say let you die, you have to die!

………… (To be continued

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