Outside, it was still the unlucky hawthorn tree. He pointed at the trunk and pulled the trigger "Bang!". The recoil made the tiger's mouth numb and smoke emitted from the gun. Karabo applauded absentmindedly beside him: "Good marksmanship, good marksmanship.
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Stepping forward to check, the bullet had penetrated the thick tree trunk and was directly embedded in the stone wall opposite. How could it be imagined that the original shotgun could reach this point? The power cannot be underestimated.
"God, should I call you the Dragon Slaying Spear? Wouldn't it be great to hold the Dragon Slaying Spear and look down upon the heroes of the world?"
Everyone thought: "You are really crazy. The good holy sword is called the dog-slaying sword, but this broken sword turned into a dragon-slaying spear. There is really something wrong with your vision."
Shen Zhimo left the dog-slaying sword in the blacksmith shop nonchalantly, walked away happily with the mithril musket, and asked the dwarf to help carry a box of bullets back.
I slept very comfortably that night. I fisted my hands in the quilt and listened to the sound of snow falling outside the window. It has been almost a year since I arrived at this time, and I finally felt stable.
In the morning, the winter sun shines through the window, and the snow has stopped. Zhiluo Tilin is sitting on the bedside reading a book wearing a fur coat. The sun shines on her face. The girl's slender down is slightly visible, her eyelashes are lowered, and her expression is peaceful.
, like characters divided by time in old oil paintings.
Shen Zhimo rubbed his eyes and said, "Zhiluo, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to come in without my permission."
Zhiluo Tilin felt a little aggrieved, and forced herself to distinguish: "The lighting here is better, and it is still safe around you. Aubrey and the others said that there were many dead people in this building in the past, and it was also haunted. I dare not stay alone.
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Shen Zhimo opened up the quilt and jumped out of bed and said: "That's ridiculous, where did the ghost come from in the world? It's just a guilty conscience. Besides, that kid Aubrey must have deliberately made up lies because he wanted to scare you. There's nothing to be afraid of."
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"Brother! Why are you injured!" Seeing the bloody bandage on his chest, Zhiluo Tilin asked in panic: "Did you fight again last night? Why weren't you careful?" She stepped forward to help him.
After untying the irregularly tied bandage, a wound nearly a foot long and with bone and flesh visible deep was revealed. It was so shocking that he couldn't help but gasp.
Only then did Shen Zhimo feel the pain. The wound was on his chest. It really hurt his heart. He secretly regretted that he had been so emotional the day before and had struck too harshly. However, he had a stoic character. He frowned but did not groan and said, "Zhiluo, you
Go and fetch Xandurila, she has more agile hands and feet."
It was okay not to explain, but once she did, Zhiluo Tilin was so anxious that she said, "Brother, did I hurt you? I have never treated anyone's wounds. I don't know what to do."
"It's okay. Why would I care about a minor injury? You go and get some medicine from Troy. He is a pharmacist. He is always prepared."
Hearing this, Zhi Luo Tilin immediately ran out and picked up a large medicine box a moment later, pleading pitifully to Shen Zhimo: "Brother, can you let me treat your wound? I will be very careful.
There's no need for Xiandurila." He raised his face upward, eyes full of mist, and slightly raised lips. It was both sexy and cute. Although Shen Zhimo was not interested in the beauty of the little girl, he couldn't bear her to go against her good intentions, so he
He nodded and said: "It is a very complicated thing to deal with wounds, especially wounds like mine. First of all, it must be disinfected to prevent infection (this is the knowledge I learned from Terry Hill). Secondly, it must be used when bandaging."
The wound fits well to facilitate the growth of new muscles in the future.”
The long wound lay across the top four scars among the seven scars, showing an overwhelming force, which was indescribably weird. Zhiluo Tilin did not dare to neglect, and first wiped away the dirty blood that had formed into a ball with a wet towel.
He washed it again with disinfectant water, dug out the healing ointment from the box and applied it carefully. Touching his skin with his little hands, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling, as if he was a delicate little wife serving her husband.
Shen Zhimo's face was serious. In fact, he had already peeked down at the beautiful scenery of the little girl's neckline from a special angle. There was a magic air conditioner in the room and the temperature was not low, so he didn't wear too much. He could only see that the breasts inside the neckline were round and perfectly shaped.
, and his eyes were sharp, and he could even see the well-hidden tender red buds, and he unconsciously compared them with Terry Hill, thinking: "Not bad, not bad, full of heart, women from foreign countries are well developed.
Looking at its size, it’s hard to grasp with one hand..."
People who have practiced internal martial arts have amazing control power. Although their minds are wandering, their bodies will not react in any way under control. Zhiluo Tilin was unaware of it and was so busy that she was sweating profusely. She did not realize that her brother had made visual calculations.
Determine her bust size and determine the sensitivity of her nipples based on her skin pores.
After the bandage was finished, Zhiluo Tilin let out a long breath, wiped the thin beads of sweat on her forehead and said with a smile: "Brother! Don't fight with others casually in the future. You were injured so deeply that I'm scared to death."
Already."
A young lady who was well-fed and well-dressed at home actually did it for him regardless of her status.
It is a rare thing to have a doctor and a servant can do it. Shen Zhimo finally showed a little sympathy, stretched out his hand to touch her head and said: "It doesn't matter, things in the world are bitter and sweet. It's not all smooth sailing. That's the only way."
This is real life.”
"Brother!" Zhi Luo Tilin had little stars in her eyes, hesitating whether to follow Dai'er's example and throw herself into his arms - in fact, she was very jealous of the little girl getting favored by her brother for no reason. Could it be because she was so good at acting like a baby?
?
The emotions that the two of them had just brewed were shattered by a knock on the door. It was the butler, Old Hammar, wearing a spotless tuxedo with a serious expression. He seemed to be enjoying this feeling very much. He nodded towards the two of them and bowed slightly.
, said: "Master, Aubrey has something to ask you. He seems to have encountered a little trouble."
"Ask him to wait for me in the study." Shen Zhimo put on his coat, and Zhi Luo Tilin smiled and stepped forward to button it up for him, comb his hair, and tied a small braid on the back of his head with a ribbon.
His hair was straight, long, and shiny. Zhi Luotilin couldn't put it down. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She said, "Brother, your hair is really nice. Where did you dye it?"
"My hair was born black, and my body and skin were given to me by my parents. How can I change them at will?" Shen Zhimo took a sip of the cold coffee on the table, took out a box of cigars, turned around and walked out of the room.
The study room was still undecorated. There were only a few geography and history books on the bookshelf, through which he learned about the whole world. The desk faced the window, and a large chair was covered with soft fur, so that he could enjoy the winter sunshine. There was also a wide balcony.
However, it is not suitable to go outdoors to bask in the sun at this time. The cold temperature can freeze people into popsicles.
There was a copper brazier in the middle with burning charcoal inside, which made the room warm. Shen Zhimo brought a bag of mutton, beef and seasonings from the kitchen to prepare for the barbecue. He was really not used to eating bread and milk, but there was no rice.
He currently prefers meat, eating large pieces of meat and drinking from large bowls, showing his true qualities as a good man.
As soon as the barbecue was sprinkled with ingredients, Aubrey stepped in, her face was black and blue, her arms were bandaged, and she didn't look good.
"Did the operation last night fail?" Shen Zhimo asked calmly without looking back. He was still flipping the embroidery sticks, and with a flick of his finger, a cloud of chili powder sprinkled out from the jar and landed on the barbecue. His movements were skillful and smooth.
, as if he had gone through years of training, he concentrated on it, making barbecue more important than anything else.
Aubrey sat down in front of him and said with an apologetic smile: "It's true that I was a little careless. Earl Ernest's family was busy preparing for his daughter's wedding and was heavily guarded. We braved the snow and wind all night on the street outside, and everyone was very cold.
, we saw his butler Robert going out to purchase goods. We didn’t expect that a mere butler would be protected by guards when traveling. We wanted to arrest him and torture him, but those guards were very skilled. They seemed to have retired from the expeditionary force and had been trained to advance and retreat.
Ziru, we couldn't even get close to the carriage, and after fighting for several minutes, we were really unlucky. A group of gendarmes came face to face, and we had no choice but to retreat. Fortunately, we were not caught."
In an empire with a long history, there are always a lot of nobles. In addition, with the continuous wars and military industry, there are even more people who have been promoted. Most nobles often only hold one title, have no real power, and live a better life than ordinary people.
Little by little, the streets are full of barons, viscounts, and lords. It can even be said that baron is almost synonymous with nobility. But the titles above earl are different. They are only one level higher than baron, but they control most of the resources of the empire.
, have their own fiefdom, and the king cannot deprive or deprive them of their titles at will. This is the real privileged class.
As an earl, Ernest had fallen down in the officialdom, but he still had a big arrogance and was not something that ordinary people could look up to. The few minor characters that the Dark Sunflower Society had dealt with in the past were simply insignificant compared to him. They had to take practical actions.
, naturally the difficulty doubles.
Shen Zhimo sprinkled pepper on the barbecue and said: "Didn't you do intelligence work before the operation? How can this be done? Are you living too smoothly, treating others as cabbage in the vegetable garden and picking whatever you want? Now give me a summary
If you make a mistake at work and fail, not even a housekeeper can catch it. If you do this, Ernest will be more vigilant and the next action will be more difficult. Do you think it’s fun?"
"Haha, look at what you said, we are actually a bit unlucky. It was all caused by that team of military police." Aubrey flipped the barbecue for him as if to please, and said with a smile: "We didn't reveal our identity at all, then
The butler will only think that it is just a robbery by robbers. What's the big deal? Let everyone rest for a day and re-adjust. I guarantee that I will sacrifice the head of Earl Ernest. Killing him is not a sin. Killing him is not a sin. Holy Light Society