When Yi Lin happened to pass by on the beam of the house, she happened to hear the two people below talking about themselves.

What a coincidence.

So Yi Lin immediately squatted down and listened with his ears.

"The Empress Dowager's Secret Envoy will arrive tomorrow?"

Yilin pondered for a moment.

I thought this matter seemed to have nothing to do with him.

No wonder the efforts to search for assassins in the city have decreased in the past few days. It turns out that there is another important matter.

in addition,

As Yi Lin speculated, the Apocalypse Assassin was envisioned by the King of Zhennan as sent by other vassal kings.

This is exactly what Yi Lin wants.

Let him have a headache first.

To be honest, what Yi Lin is most jealous of in the entire Zhennan Prince's Mansion is the magic weapon of the man in black.

That magic weapon can be said to be a reserve grain with dead skin.

If Yi Lin hadn't known how to kill people and fix the magic weapon, he would have gone down and started to do it. Why would he have a headache on the beam?

After thinking about it, Yi Lin didn't figure out any other solutions, so she could only leave according to the original plan.

Thinking of this, Yi Lin smiled slightly and pressed her palm on her forehead.

The dead skin on the forehead trembled slightly, and the grayish color quickly spread to the jaw, becoming a strange mask like the "Apocalypse Assassin".

"Good evening."

Yi Lin didn't make any fancy things, so he came straight behind King Zhennan and gently patted King Zhennan's shoulder.

"!"

King Zhennan, who was chatting with the assassin lurking in the dark, suddenly changed his expression on the ground, as if he was electrocuted and was about to take action.

"Don't move."

Yi Lin's voice was deliberately aggravated on the word "you": "Friendly reminder, Prince Nan, if you don't want to die, please don't move your assassin and you, otherwise, once I get nervous, I don't know what crazy things will happen."

A hoarse and gloomy voice came into the ears of King Zhennan.

"Ziyin, don't act rashly!"

King Zhennan is worthy of being the vassal king in charge. With his thoughts and thoughts, he quickly figured out who was patting his shoulder behind him. While shocked, he also figured out something. Since the other party could come to him silently and really want to kill him, he would have killed him long ago, so why bother patting his shoulders in one go?

Is there really a pervert who likes to pat the shoulder and talk nonsense before killing someone?

impossible.

The King of Zhennan immediately issued an order to the shadow assassin.

The shadow assassin hid in the shadow and almost became scared.

At that moment, he instantly recalled the fear of being dominated by the apocalypse assassin that night.

"It's you."

"The sky and the earth are wide, and I sit alone in the darkness and open the world."

Yi Lin reported the final poem.

He felt that this is a very down-to-earth issue in his name.

The face of King Zhennan returned to rosy redness. He let out a long sigh, his stiff body did not dare to move, but he calmed down in a very short time and did not dare to turn his head back. He asked towards the empty hall in front of him: "What do you want? My life?"

"Ha, your life is worthless. By the way, let the children behind you come out first, otherwise, if I tremble my hands..."

Before Yi Lin finished speaking, the shadow behind King Zhennan quickly separated. About three meters away, the shadow twisted and turned into a man in black robe, standing there.

This guy's martial arts are indeed similar to [Shadow Killing].

Yi Lin narrowed his eyes, held the other hand behind him tightly with his other hand, and pointed at the man in the black robe from a distance.

"I heard that the twelve parts of the Bodhisattva Tower are named after Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai. Are you from the 'Zi Shilou'?"

The man in black nodded, which was the default.

This is not a big secret.

It's well-known in the circle.

The other party knew the layout in the Bodhisattva Building and did not surprise the man in black robe.

Of course, Yi Lin still casually brought this matter out of Senior Brother Jian’s mouth.

Yi Lin deliberately called Ziyin "child" and played an old senior who was not moral in the assassin world.

The bigger the difference between this vest and Yi Lin's original body, the less they will doubt a boy.

Even if one day, Yi Lin shook his fan and wandered in front of them, no one would suspect that a seemingly clean boy would be the "Apocalypse Assassin" who scared the entire Jingnan City.

He was pointed at by a "weird magic weapon". After the man in black robe separated from the shadow of King Zhennan, he did not dare to move. He faintly smelled the pressure from death from the black gun.

"What do you want?"

After being surprised, King Zhennan breathed a sigh of relief.

He was also a human being. He could see at a glance that the other party sneaked into the Zhennan Prince's Mansion again, not to kill him, but to talk.

As long as you can talk, there will be a chance.

But at the same time, King Zhennan felt extremely sad. He had always thought that Zhennan Palace, which was as solid as a golden soup and even Jindan monks could defend themselves, was like his own back garden in the eyes of the other party, and he could leave as soon as he wanted to come. This feeling of aggrievance made King Zhennan subconsciously flatten his mouth, wanting to cry and feeling uncomfortable.

"Since Prince Nan took the initiative to propose it, I'm reluctant to do it, so I'm welcome."

King Zhennan: "???"

You have your hands secretly moved from your shoulders to your neck and pinched them. Can you still not take the initiative?

Yi Lin ignored the psychological shadow area of ​​King Zhennan's mind was expanding silently. After he said that, he moved the gun and pointed it at Ziyin: "I want that magic weapon."

"What!"

Ziyin, who had not spoken, suddenly became furious and angrily attacked his heart. His qi and blood were reversed, and his throat was covered with fishy sweetness, and he almost vomited blood again: "How dare you--"

Before Ziyin could finish speaking, the King of Zhennan gritted his teeth: "Okay!"

"Prince!"

"Give it to him!"

Not only did the King of Zhennan want to cry, but even Ziyin was almost crying.

But he seemed to be a cruel person. After the King of Zhennan spoke, Ziyin hesitated for a moment, and finally took out the small black flag, wiped away the spiritual consciousness from the magic weapon, cut off the contact, and shook his wrist and the small black flag floated towards Yi Lin.

This evil magic weapon is connected to Zi** blood. When the connection is cut off, Zi covered his chest with vaginal pain, knelt on one knee on the ground, his whole body trembled violently, and sweating profusely under his robe.

This magic weapon is as fierce as a tiger to ordinary monks, but in Yi Lin's eyes, it is a rich lunch box with no pressure at all.

As the black flag floated, the dead skin on the forehead began to shake again, ready to move.

Yi Lin pulled the trigger and let the [Destruction Revolver] float beside her, and with a move in her right hand, she took the bento box into her hand.

After checking carefully, Yi Lin felt the huge resentment contained in the magic weapon, and the cries of the Yin babies came faintly in his ears. After confirming that, Yi Lin temporarily put the magic weapon into the storage space.

Ziyin raised his head and watched the other party's light lifting movements in shock.

He knew the evil of this magic weapon best.

The reason why he was able to use this magic weapon was because he was feeding it with essence and blood day and night to use it freely. But when he broke off contact with the banner, the evil spirits of the Yin Infant inside were unsuppressed, and it would be logical that they would run wild in an instant. But those evil spirits were as well-behaved as cats in front of the other side. Obviously, the other side had some means to restrain the evil spirits, so they took it down so simply.

"This is enough to buy your life. Oh, by the way, you can move, don't be so restrained, just treat it as your own home."

Yi Lin was satisfied, so he spread the neck of King Zhennan and signaled him to relax and not be so nervous that he would be like a bad guy who did everything.

King Zhennan instantly felt the urge to burst into tears. Isn’t this my palace?
Chapter completed!