Ganchai, the leader, immediately stopped the people behind him.

Because I was escaping down the mountain, there was dew last night and the mountain road was a little slippery.

The dry firewood blocked the front, and the people behind couldn't stop it.

Everyone braked suddenly, but their feet were still unsteady and they slid forward one after another. The poor dry firewood was pressed to the bottom, and dozens of people folded into Arhats.

"I! Damn!"

Ganchai almost vomited blood after being pressed, and roared with difficulty, "Start up, start up!"

The assassins then stood up, and as if they were on hot wheels, they all bypassed the dry firewood and fell into the bushes.

The dry firewood got up with difficulty.

As an assassin, especially the big brother among the assassins...

Ganchai could tell at a glance that the man in front of him was not easy to mess with.

He seemed to be calm, but his body exuded an indelible murderous aura.

This is a peerless master!

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Gan Chai stood up straight and stared at him with a fierce look.

"I'm in the lower surname Song."

Song Ziyu looked at the assassins lying in the grass with a faint expression, and his eyes slowly set on Ganchai, "I wonder what you call me?"

this……

Ganchai hesitated.

Did he feel something wrong just now?

This man looks gentle and gentle, slender but not tall.

He is also polite when speaking, but he is not a peerless master at all. He is a weak scholar, right?!

The dry firewood has the confidence.

He walked up to Song Ziyu with his chest proudly, "Brother Song, my surname is Gan, and my single name is Chai! It is called Ganchai!"

Dry firewood?!

This name is a bit novel.

Even the knowledgeable Song Ziyu was unexpected.

"Brother Ganchai, we met for the first time."

But she deserves to be Song Ziyu, she did not show any shock, but nodded slightly and greeted her politely and friendlyly.

"Hello, hello."

Ganchai hurried forward and held his claws.

Song Ziyu took a step back and glanced at his wet mud with a little disgust.

Gan Chai looked down and smiled awkwardly, "Look at me! I made this dirty body so I made Brother Song laugh!"

"Today, Brother Song and I fell in love with each other, and I don't know if Brother Song..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Ziyu stretched out his legs and kicked the dry firewood.

He was hung on the branches above his head, swaying like a ragged rag.

"Brother Song, what are you doing?!"

Ganchai looked at him in surprise.

He just said that the two of them hit it off at first sight and wanted to have a good chat with "Brother Song". Moreover, this Brother Song looked gentle and kind, but he didn't expect that this kick could kick him away directly?!

Ganchai swayed with a shocked look on his face, "What does Brother Song mean?"

Song Ziyu didn't say anything, but turned around and looked at the other assassins.

The assassins were stunned!

The man kicked away by Song Ziyu is their eldest brother!

This seemingly weak boy has a great kick!

Seeing Song Ziyu looking at him, the assassins hesitated for a moment, and still grabbed their weapons and rushed forward, "Where did the little brat come from? I have no eyesight to see you!"

Even if he is powerful, he looks like the wind will fall down.

They all rushed up together and would definitely be able to fuck him down, right?!

The dry firewood was still shaking on the tree, shouting anxiously, "Don't hurt Brother Song! Be gentle!"

This brother Song is as beautiful as a flower, which makes people feel pity.

Even if Brother Song just kicked him into the tree...

As long as Brother Song is happy!

It doesn't matter if you kick him a few more times, he is thick-skinned!

If Brother Song is willing to go back to the organization with him and stay with him! Fei... Ganchai's mind is already starting to have messy and dirty thoughts.

But after coming back to his senses, he looked carefully-

His assassin brothers have been kicked away one after another!

The three of them were left holding their weapons and standing tremblingly.

"My mother! This is not a scholar, this is, this is the King of Hell!"

One of them quickly threw down his weapon, turned around and climbed up the trunk behind him, "Mr. Song, spare my life! I will climb by myself, I will climb by myself, I won't have to kick me!"

The other two also turned around and climbed up the trees.

Seeing that he had hung himself on the tree, Song Ziyu then dusted the dust on his sleeves.

I'm crazy about dry firewood.

Beauty is beauty!

It’s so elegant and charming when dusting!

Song Ziyu carried his left hand on his back and his right hand in front of him, "Are you going to assassinate His Highness Emperor Changsun?"

After taking action, he returned to his gentle and kind appearance.

Before the other assassins could deny it, Ganchai kept nodding, "Yes! But we failed! We failed in assassination twice!"

Assassins: "…"

There is such a big brother who is so blind to see the beauty and forgets his life!

"Ganchai, you are a slut! From now on, we don't have you, the elder brother!"

Ganchai turned his head and glared at him, kicked his legs hard, but did not hit the person who was talking to him, and then snorted, "Only my elder brother doesn't want you, you dare not want me?"

What a great courage!

"Who asked you to assassinate His Highness, Emperor Changsun?"

Song Ziyu asked calmly.

Ganchai was about to speak when the person next to him stopped him, "Please shut up! If you give that person out, we will all die!"

"Die early and late to die."

Gan Chai looked like he saw through the world, "If you don't talk about it now, Brother Song will kill us."

"How good is it to die a little later?"

The assassins looked at him and they had a little horror: "..."

Is this crazy?!

"Brother Song, if I tell you who ordered me, can you not kill me? Look at me, only a few taels of meat are all over my body. Wouldn't killing me dirty your hands?"

Ganchai looked at Song Ziyu with a smile.

"Who is it?"

Song Ziyu asked faintly.

"yes……"

Ganchai was about to answer, but was stopped by another loud shout from his side, "Don't talk!"

Several people started to quarrel.

Song Ziyu was a little impatient.

Ganchai and his men clearly saw that he had no weapons on his body. So the assassins just now dared to rush forward to fuck him down.

Who knew that the next second, they turned around and looked...

Song Ziyu stretched out his right hand and slowly added a sharp sword in his hand.

It is more appropriate to describe it as a sharp sword.

The sword body is cold and transparent, like cast by ice, but the sword edge is sharp and terrifying...

Did his sword actually transform out of thin air?!

Is it because they were confused, or is it because the world is so crazy, and there are also powerful people who can transform objects out of thin air?!

What is the origin of the Young Master Song in front of me?!
Chapter completed!