Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 342: 209. What’s the World’s Number One?

Translator: 549690339

A sack was thrown on the table, making a dull sound.

The person behind the table could clearly tell that this was the sound of gold.

He sniffed and revealed an intoxicated expression. This was the smell of gold.

The sack was filled with gold.

Only then did the person behind the table put away his lazy expression and straighten his expression. He tidied up his collar with blood-colored patterns and smiled.”What is it?”

“Kill a person and take a book,” the person said coldly.

‘Who is it? What book?”

He’s on the first floor of Xin An Inn. The book is the book in front of him. ‘

“What is the strength of a person?”

He defeated the Sect Master of the Four Sects with a single punch, knocked out the elder of the Water-Sealing Gate with a single palm, and subdued the strongest swordsman of the Myriad Miles Sect with a single sword. ‘

“What book is it?”

It’s a decent cultivation technique, but he’s actually passing it on to everyone. He’s crazy. If that’s the case, there’s no need for all the sects to exist in the future. ”

“I’ll take this job.” “You must give me the book.”

“No problem.”

The man with the blood-colored collar smiled. ” We are the Blood Rain Hall. Every head has a price. You pay us, and we will give you the head. We are fair and square. We don’t owe each other anything. ”

The person seemed to have recalled this terrifying force.

The Bloodrain House was also known as the Bloodrain House. It was a notorious assassin organization. It didn’t care about good or evil. It only cared about money. It abided by the creed that ” all heads have a price. ” If the money was given appropriately, they could torture and kill their own parents.

In addition, this organization had “peripheral personnel”. These “peripheral personnel” were rooted in the dark underground, and no one knew their identities.

They might even be an elder of a famous sect, a famous hero, or someone who slept beside you.

There would always be times when people lacked money or resources. At this time, you could go to the Blood Rain Tower to accept the mission.

Murder,

Receive remuneration.

And the Blood Rain House will never reveal your identity.

It was said that such a terrifying assassin force had been integrated by an even greater force ten years ago. Now, it was already a behemoth hidden in the darkness of the underground.

The person heaved a sigh of relief. He was very relieved.

“How long?” he asked.

“How long do you need?” asked the disciple of the Blood Rain Tower.

“Is three days enough?”

“Three days will require an additional fee. Normally, it’ll be seven days.” The disciple of the Blood Rain House thought for a moment and said.

“Seven days it is.”

The person no longer hesitated and turned to leave. After he left, his expression turned cold.

Such a profound cultivation technique was actually taken out by a young kid to give to others. It was really stupid and laughable.

Didn’t he know that ‘a man is innocent, but his possessions are his sin’? Didn’t he know the principle of ” getting rich in silence, not revealing your wealth

The weak were the weak. If they were given weapons, how could they make money from them in the future?

As long as his forces had that kind of profound cultivation method, from now on, it would be his era to run amuck in the martial arts world.

The person smiled.

The Blood Rain House’s disciple also revealed a smile. ” This is the 36th one.

The exact same thing, the exact same book. Interesting…This is a big deal.”

He grabbed the golden sack, turned around, pushed open the door, and entered the back room.

Someone in the back room was recording the income efficiently.

There were also people who quietly went to the buildings near the Blood Rain Building.

This place was only for business. The killer was upstairs.

Where was the building?

No one knew.

That night.

In the blood-colored candlelight.

The cold wind was like a knife cutting through the skin, cutting the travelers who were still walking on the streets and unwilling to return.

Wind-on-Snow felt that she had failed.

He didn’t know how to make friends.

He even felt a little afraid when facing others.

He would even blush a little in front of girls.

If he hadn’t met his teacher, he might have lowered his head and bent over for the rest of his life.

He took a deep breath of the night wind and hunched his back out of habit. His lowered eyes stared at the yellow leaves on the ground that were illuminated red by the lantern.

Yellow leaves roll in the wind,

Plunder the ground.

Soaring into the air,

It was the final brilliance after the death of life.

Wind-on-Snow suddenly stopped. He tucked the book in his pocket and gently stroked the knife with his right hand.

A knife …

She was his confidant.

She was his lover.

It was his faith.

It was his dignity.

No one could profane his blade.

Every time he made a wrong move, it would make him feel extremely painful. It would make him suffer with self-blame and guilt, as if the most fanatical believer had blasphemed his god.

Then, he would use a crazy, torturous method to make himself remember that mistake and never make it again.

However, he was only ranked first among the 99 people.

The world was so big, and he didn’t know what rank he could be.

If he died,

Would they fall into the dust like the withered leaves in front of them?

If so, how should he live his life?

He was thinking about his life.

He suddenly felt a murderous aura.

Murderous intent came from behind.

Thus, he casually pulled out his knife.

The speed, aura, aura, light, and shape of the saber were as brilliant as a god’s saber. It was flawless, like a dream, dreamy and charming.

He didn’t even look back, nor did he care who it was. He just used his strength to shake off the blood drops that had appeared on the blade out of nowhere, shaking them away so that the blade remained clean and dry. Then, he gently and slowly sheathed it.

Wind-on-Snow’s thoughts were not interrupted. He squatted down and picked up the fallen leaf. He felt that he was such a fallen leaf.

But he didn’t want that.

In his heart, there was a ball of quiet karmic fire burning.

Now, his surname was Feng. This was something that his teacher had personally admitted.

Teacher was so great.

In that case, as a disciple who shared the same surname as his teacher, he should be a little stronger, right?

Suddenly,

Another gust of wind suddenly came from above his head.

The other two gusts of wind were stuck in the cold shadows. They coordinated and intertwined like vipers hunting.

Three gusts of wind and three shadows attacked!

Wind-on-Snow drew her saber seriously.

The blade flashed.

All the movements in the world stopped.

He carefully wiped away the blood with a fallen leaf.

Then, he sheathed his saber. On the ground…

There were a total of four corpses.

He didn’t want to look, but he still glanced at the corpses curiously. His stomach suddenly churned, and he couldn’t help but run forward. Then, he squatted in the corner of the alley and retched. Tears fell from her eyes as she retched.

Was life that easy to pass away?

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