Eight Hundred and Seventieth Chapters Fierce Treasure Start

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

What a coincidence.

So Yi Lin immediately squatted down and listened attentively.

"Is the Empress Dowager's secret envoy arriving tomorrow?"

Yi Lin pondered for a moment.

It doesn't seem to have much to do with him secretly.

No wonder the search for assassins in the city has declined in the past few days. It turns out that there are other important matters.

in addition,

Just as Yi Lin speculated, the Apocalypse Assassin was sent by Zhennan Wang Nao to other vassals.

This is exactly what Yi Lin wants.

Let him have a headache first.

To be honest, in the entire Zhennan Palace, what Yi Lin covets the most is the magic weapon of the man in black.

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

If it wasn't for Yi Lin who didn't know how to kill and fix the magic weapon, he would have gone down to do it directly, so why bother to have a headache on the beam.

Yi Lin thought about it, but couldn't think of any other way, 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 gray and white color quickly spread to the jaw, becoming a strange mask like the symbol of "Apocalypse Assassin".

"Good evening."

Yi Lin didn't do anything fancy, and walked straight to Zhennan Wang's back lightly, and patted Zhennan Wang's shoulder lightly.

"!"

King Zhennan, who was chatting with the assassin lurking in the dark, suddenly changed his face, as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and was about to take action.

"Don't move."

Yi Lin's voice deliberately emphasized the word "you": "Friendly reminder, Lord Nan, if you don't want to die, tell your assassin and you not to move around, otherwise, once I get nervous, I don't know what I will do." Something insane happened."

A hoarse and gloomy voice came to Zhennan Wang's ears.

"Ziyin, don't act rashly!"

King Zhennan is worthy of being the vassal king who sits in one side. In the blink of an eye, he quickly figured out who was patting him on the shoulder behind his back. While horrified, he also figured out one thing. Since the other party could come behind him silently, if he really wanted to kill him, he would have killed him long ago, why bother to pat him on the shoulder?

Is there really a pervert who likes to pat the shoulder and make irresponsible remarks before killing people?

impossible.

King Zhennan immediately issued an order to the shadow assassin.

The Shadow Assassin hid in the shadows and almost peed in fright.

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 overwhelm the universe, sitting alone in the sky and enlightening the world."

Yi Lin reported the opening poem.

He felt that reporting his name like this was very down-to-earth.

Zhennan Wang's complexion turned from livid to ruddy again. He took a long breath, his stiff body didn't dare to move, but he calmed down in a very short time, and he didn't dare to turn his head. He turned to the empty hall in front of him and asked, "What do you want? life?"

"Oh, your life is worthless. By the way, let the kid behind you come out first, otherwise, if my hand shakes..."

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

This guy's technique,

Sure enough, it has the same effect as [Shadow Slay].

Yi Lin squinted her eyes, raised the [Destroyer Revolver] tightly clenched with the other hand hidden behind her, and pointed at the blood-faced black-robed man from a distance.

"My seat heard that the twelve sub-buildings of the Bodhisattva Building are named after Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai. Are you from 'Zi Shi Lou'?"

The man in black nodded, which was a tacit consent.

It's not much of a secret.

Everyone in the circle knows.

The other party knew the layout of the Bodhisattva Building, so the man in black was not surprised.

Of course, Yi Lin took this matter out of Senior Jian's mouth casually.

Yi Lin deliberately called Ziyin a "little friend" and acted like an old senior in the assassin world who didn't know martial arts.

The bigger the gap between the performance of this vest and Yi Lin's real body, the less they will suspect a young man.

Even if one day, Yi Lin waved her fan in front of them, no one would suspect that a seemingly clean young man would be the "Apocalypse Assassin" that would scare the entire Jingnan City.

Pointed at by a "weird magic weapon", the black-robed man did not dare to move after he separated from the shadow of King Zhennan. He faintly smelled the pressure of death from the black muzzle of the gun.

"What exactly do you want?"

Zhennan Wang breathed a sigh of relief after being surprised.

He is also a human being, and he could tell at a glance that the other party sneaked into the Zhennan Palace again, not to kill him, but to talk.

As long as we can talk, there will be drama.

But at the same time, King Zhennan felt extremely sad. He used to think that the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, which was so impregnable that even Jindan cultivators could defend against it, was like his own back garden in the eyes of the other party, who could come and go whenever he wanted. This kind of aggrieved feeling made Zhennan Wang subconsciously purse his mouth, feeling like crying and feeling uncomfortable.

"Since Prince Nan offered it on his own initiative, I am reluctant to do so, so you are welcome."

King Zhennan: "???"

You even sneaked your hands from your shoulders to this king's neck, can this king not take the initiative?

Yi Lin didn't care that Zhennan Wang's psychological shadow was silently expanding. After he finished speaking, he moved his gun and pointed it at Ziyin: "I want that magic weapon."

"What!"

Ziyin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly flew into a rage, his anger was overwhelming, his blood was reversed, his throat was filled with fishy sweetness, and he almost vomited blood again: "How dare you—"

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

"My lord!"

"give him!"

Now not only Zhennan Wang wanted to cry, but even Ziyin was about to cry.

But he also seems to be a ruthless person. After Zhennan Wang spoke, Ziyin hesitated for a moment, and finally took out the small black flag, reluctantly erased the spiritual consciousness on the magic weapon, cut off the connection, flicked his wrist, and the black flag turned to Yi Lin floated over.

This evil magic weapon was connected with Ziyin's blood. When the connection was cut off, Ziyin clutched her chest in pain, knelt on the ground with one knee, trembling violently, and sweated profusely under her robe.

This magic weapon may be as fierce as a tiger to ordinary monks, but in Yi Lin's eyes, it is a rich lunch box without any pressure.

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

Yi Lin let go of the trigger, let the [Destruction Revolver] float by her side, and with a move of her right hand, she took the bento box into her hand.

After careful inspection, Yi Lin felt the huge resentment contained in the magic weapon, and the crying sounds of Yin Babies could be heard faintly in her ears. After confirming that it was correct, Yi Lin temporarily put the magic weapon into the storage space.

Ziyin raised his head, looking at the other party's movements with astonishment.

He is the most clear about the strangeness of this magic weapon.

The reason why he can use this magic weapon is because he is fed with blood essence and blood day and night, so that he can use it freely. But when he lost contact with Qi Fan, no one could suppress the evil spirit of the Yin baby inside, so it stands to reason that he would run away in an instant. But those fierce spirits were as cute as cats in front of the other party. Obviously, the other party had some means of restraining the evil spirits, and they were so easy to take down.

"This is enough to buy your life. Oh, yes, you can move now, don't be so rigid, just treat it as your own home."

Satisfied, Yi Lin released King Zhennan's neck, and at the same time signaled him to relax, don't be so nervous, making herself look like a bad guy who does all kinds of evil.

King Zhennan instantly had the urge to burst into tears, isn't this the king's mansion!

This...is my home! !