How to conceal his identity as a white-haired assassin;
How to live strong and comfortably in this chaotic world;
Le Yu doesn’t need to think about these questions anymore.
Le Yu looked at Yin Yin and was stunned for a long time, until she heard someone calling him timidly: "Master, Master, do you want me to call someone to come and take care of it?"
Le Yu raised her head and found that it was 'Jing Zhengwei' who was talking to her - that is, the girl who was disguised as a man and pretended to be Jing Zhengwei. Just now, her clothes and corset were cut open by the soul-purifying demon sword.
She wore a coat, but it could not cover her figure at all.
Now if you take a closer look, you can clearly see that she is just a beautiful girl with a rather heroic appearance. Her soft and fearful expression highlights her girlish charm, and the ripples between her eyebrows are heart-warming.
How blind do you have to be to see her as a man?
Are masks so versatile!?
Le Yu was now full of black mud and had nowhere to vent it, and kept thinking in her heart. But the girl was looking at Le Yu so directly, her body started to tremble slightly, and suddenly she knelt down on the ground, lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "
Qing, Qinglan really didn’t hear anything. Young Master, Young Master, please let me go..."
Hearing that the eldest son had no reaction, Qinglan's heart dropped to the bottom.
She had actually expected it.
Jing Zhengwei's reputation is quite resounding in the Hongmeng industry in Xuanzhu County. Everyone knows that Jing Zhengwei spends a lot of money. Every month he spends a lot of money to buy virgins in Hongmeng Square such as Xiangxuehai and Jinpanlu.
Guo Ren is the big customer that Hongmengfang desires, and he is the second generation ancestor that everyone knows.
But at the same time, everyone knows that the shepherds bought by Jing Zhengwei never survived. No one knows where they went, and no one cares about where they went - Hongmengfang received the money, and Jing Zhengwei received the goods.
, when ordinary people have something to talk about, who will care about them?
When Qing Lan came out of the pavilion and got on the car heading to Jing Mansion, Aunt Yun, who had been taking care of her and training her, also politely wished her to go to the Jing family to enjoy the blessings. However, the trace of compassion deep in Aunt Yun's eyes made Qing Lan, who had been watching people in Xiangxuehai for many years,
How could Lan not see it?
Thinking of this, Qing Lan suddenly relaxed and waited for fate to ravage her in the end.
Accepting fate is something that people in Dongyang must learn. She was sold into the sea of Xiangxue by her gambling father since she was a child. Qinglan has seen too many forced smiles and has seen too many sufferings in the world. She has seen sisters who ran away, and was finally dragged into the most dangerous situation.
The lowly Mengfang; I have also heard rumors about the courtesan who tried her best to escape from the sea of suffering, and finally committed suicide in depression.
If you can avoid any suffering, it doesn't seem unacceptable to end your life like this.
From the moment she knew she was bought by Jing Zhengwei, Qinglan was already prepared.
If possible...can you hurry up? I'm already afraid that I'm about to show my ugly face.
If possible... I hope to die looking good. I am quite confident in my appearance, and this is the only proof that I have existed in this world.
If possible...can I not come here in my next life?
Suddenly, she felt Jing Zhengwei's cold hands touch her forehead. Her body trembled, and she silently prayed to hurry up, because she was almost too scared to hold back.
"Get up, your face doesn't look good even if it's bloody."
"Ah?" Qing Lan was startled for a moment, and then she realized that her face was on the blood-stained ground. She raised her head and looked in the mirror, and saw little blood stains on her face, almost turning into a little cat.
She quickly wiped the blood on her face with the back of her hand and whispered: "Yes, I'm sorry..."
"This is your face, not mine, so there is nothing to be sorry for." Le Yu sat on the sofa and loaded a shotgun. This action made Qing Lan clamp her legs and tremble.
"Go and ask someone to come over and clean up this place... What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the toilet?" Le Yu ordered, loaded the bullets and asked Qing Lan strangely when he saw Qing Lan's behavior.
"No, I'm going to call someone over right now!"
Qing Lan did not turn around, but watched Le Yu retreat respectfully until she reached the door, then opened the door and went out, as if she was afraid that Le Yu would stab her in the back.
Le Yu felt a little confused, but he didn't care much. He placed the intact short-barreled shotgun. Although it was still on his thigh, it was very convenient to take it out.
Jing Zhengwei actually had two shotguns, one long and one short, tied under his skirt and fully loaded with bullets. Who the hell would have thought of that!
But thinking about it carefully, this is not the first time Le Yu has seen this kind of operation - last time he and Yin Yin Yin assassinated Dong Heng, they saw Yin Yin Yin put several knives under her skirt.
A chill in my crotch.
It's a pity that he has changed his body now, otherwise Le Yu might be able to find this sentence in Yin Yinyin's mind: "It is common sense to put weapons under your skirt when you are wearing women's clothing."
Thinking of this, Le Yu took another look at Yin Yin Yin's body, feeling a little complicated.
Although he expected that Yin Yinyin's vest would be prone to danger, and death was a common occurrence for assassins, changing the vest again in less than three days really made Le Yu feel the madness of this world - it turns out that people are really
He died so easily.
But instead of feeling sad about the spring and autumn, Le Yu is now more important to take care of his belongings.
When Qing Lan knelt down just now, Le Yu took the opportunity to pick up the Soul Purifying Demon Sword (replica). He thought that after the death of the original owner, the saint's relic would be released from the transformation and returned to its original form. Unexpectedly, it still maintained the shadow.
The shape of Yin Yin.
But what is even more surprising is that Le Yu can still feel the connection between himself and the saint's relic. With a thought, the saint's relic turns into a gold and jade wristband and is attached to Le Yu's right arm.
Absolutely amazing!
Le Yu thought this was an exclusive artifact bound to an account, but she didn't expect that it could still be used after changing her account!
However, Le Yu quickly analyzed the truth: the magic weapon is not bound to the 'body', does not have the operation of dripping blood to identify the master, let alone DNA, but is bound to the 'spiritual power'. Yin Yinyin seizes the saint
The last step of the relic is to use your own spirit to communicate with the magic weapon.
So, why can he use the saint's relics after Le Yu seizes the body and Yin Yin disappears?
There are two possibilities. One is that when seizing the body, Le Yu also integrated Yin Yin Yin's spiritual power, and naturally also mastered Yin Yin Yin's account permissions.
Second, Le Yu's mental power is the master key. If he wants to NTR the magic weapon, he can NTR the magic weapon. It's a pity that there is no other magic weapon for him to verify his guess.
However, the most likely possibility is that the people who created the magic weapon did not expect the existence of a hacking dog like Leyu, and did not put in place a corresponding protection mechanism at all. Therefore, the magic weapon did not know what to do, and even found it quite exciting, so
Let Le Yu carry it out to the end.
It was a good thing that the magic weapon was not lost. Le Yu looked at his system panel again.
"Name: Leyu/Jing Zhengwei"
"Number of deaths: 3 times"
"Available points: 0 points"
"Yin Yin Yin's calamity: Make Yin Yin Yin regain Bai Ye's recognition (1/50) (new calamity can be obtained)."
"Challenge (can be refreshed): Wasting 10,000 hours of other people's time, difficulty ☆☆, current progress 150/10000."
The available points are actually 0 points.
This completely broke Le Yu's previous speculation about death and rebirth - he thought that he would get one usable point every time he died, which meant that as long as he died quickly enough, he would be able to generate countless usable points.
But now the system tells him: No, you can't have sex for free.
Is it because Yin Yin Yin's vest didn't live long enough? Is it because he didn't survive the tribulation? Or because he didn't complete the challenge? Or maybe Yin Yin Yin's death is too insignificant and the system is unwilling to give money?
There are many possibilities, but Le Yu did not dwell on them: he originally did not intend to use unlimited death substitutions to increase his available points.
And when he wants to carry out infinite substitutions at all costs, he won't care if there are any available points.
The available points are only auxiliary, and death and survival are the real trump cards.
"Master!"
Qing Lan came in with Mi Tili Sang and others. They were stunned for a while when they saw Le Yu's face after taking off his veil. It seemed that Jing Zhengwei had done a good job in keeping secrets. Even his bodyguards didn't know about his special hobbies.
When Mi Die saw Yin Yin covered with blood on the ground, her expression did not change: "Master, did he assassinate you?"
In fact, they heard the sound of gunshots outside, but they did not rush in because of this. Firstly, the white-haired assassin had been checked by them. It was true that he had no weapon and no strength, so it was impossible for him to resist Jing Zhengwei; secondly, Jing Zhengwei was not helpless either.
I've tried shooting when I'm happy.
They are also used to it.
"Um."
"I will call the second master over now. This assassination happened in the Red Moon Fortress, and he should be responsible." Lisang said in a deep voice: "He has serious suspicions."
Le Yu nodded noncommittally.
He suddenly remembered something, leaned on the sofa, and said in a lazy tone: "Compared to the second boss, isn't there a group of people who are more suspicious?"
Mi Die and Li Sang blinked and immediately understood what the eldest son meant.
Le Yu took out the short-barreled shotgun and gently stroked the black copper-colored barrel:
