Although Temujin is invincible on the battlefield, he has never heard of him as a peerless master... Xiao Zhao fell into deep thought, but her experience in the Central Plains made her know that there is nothing impossible in this world. After all, she witnessed the great shift of the universe that was only achieved in decades by the elite and beautiful coaches of all generations. The young master only practiced them all in half a day. Since then, she has begun to believe in the word Miracle.
Leader, now our sect has been defeated and the assassination of Temujin has been organized for more than a thousand times, but without exception, it ended in failure. The masters in the sect have suffered heavy losses. At this point, we can only ask the "old man in the mountains" to come out.
The black-clothed leader said tentatively.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole room seemed to have dropped a few degrees. The old man in the mountain was a taboo. Killers were divided into second-rate killers, first-rate killers, top killers, ace killers, etc., and even good-watchers ranked a killer ranking. Because this industry is high-risk, the top ten often changed their names, and the competition for the first place was even more tragic. But no matter how many people compete for the title of the number one killer in the world, everyone knew in their hearts that there was another person above it, no, and there was another god. That was the king of killers recognized by everyone for hundreds of years, Huo Shan, known as the old man in the mountain.
Decades ago, the whole West trembled at this name, because no matter whether it was a lord of a small country or a monarch of a big country, as long as he was targeted, he would definitely die.
The Western countries ruled out countless armies and masters wanted to catch him, but unfortunately they all returned in a defeat, and they caused heavy casualties.
In the end, the countries had no choice but to offer a sky-high bounty to reward him, but everyone knew that this was a joke. Which killer dared to assassinate the King of Killers?
The countries listed this bounty only a fig leaf that means they have not given up yet.
After a few years, Huo Shan never took action himself, but instead specially trained a killer organization, which was the Assassin faction, which made the Western world scared.
These killers all have unique skills and use any means to achieve their goals. They took the heads of one city lord after another in the Western countries. Instead, Huo Shan gradually disappeared behind the scenes, making some young people forget his existence.
The old man in the mountains... Xiao Zhao shook his head, Elder Huo is our last trump card, and you must not bother him until the last moment.
Huo Shan has a respectable status in the Ming Cult. Although he is nominally an elder, he is often more noble than the leader's identity. Xiao Zhao is not even sure whether he can invite him. After all, it is largely because he secretly disagrees with the public.
But we have reached the last step now.
The leader in black said bitterly, about a year ago, they successfully stabbed the Mongolian Western Expedition commander Xulagu to seriously injured. Mongolia's offensive did fade a lot, but they were not happy for long, but Temujin suddenly brought a stronger army over, and broke through the layers of defenses of the vast mountains as they were unstoppable. If it weren't for the restraint of the Ming Cult of the Central Plains, Hui tribes and Western Principalities, the Mongolian army would have already broken through the Vulture Nest. Even so, the main hall would be in danger. I wonder how long it would last?
Even the most optimistic person knows that at most he can hold on for another one or two years. If he is unlucky, he might not be able to hold on for a year.
Don't worry, I just received the secret from my mother. Her plan in the Jin Kingdom is about to succeed and will soon help us attack the Mongolian rear.
Thinking of his mother, Xiao Zhao finally showed a trace of the girlish feelings of the past in his eyes.
Is the Dragon King's place successful?The eyes of hope flashed in the eyes of many people kneeling below, and everyone looked excited.
OK, let’s persevere and we are about to defeat the Mongolians!
The Ming Wang blesses, the Ming Wang blesses Ah!
……
A group of people rekindled their fighting spirit. Unfortunately, Persia and the Central Plains were thousands of miles apart, and the information transmission back and forth would inevitably be delayed for several months or even half a year. They did not know that at this time Dai Qisi was having a headache to deal with the Northern Expedition of the Southern Song Dynasty and was unable to attack Mongolia at all...
In Daxing Mansion, thousands of miles away, Dai Qisi roughly introduced the current situation to Song Qingshu, and then asked: I'll take you into the palace, let's discuss how to deal with it next, not to mention that Gebi and Wanyan Ping have always missed you very much.
Song Qingshu leaned over to her and smiled: I wonder if the Dragon King wants to go to Ah?
Miss you, a big-headed ghost!
Dai Qisi was also very depressed. She was thinking that she was in the entire Guangming Top of the Purple-coat Dragon King, and no one of the heroes of the Ming Cult dared to show disrespect to her, let alone tease her; after walking in the world, she didn't meet someone who had no eyes, but immediately made the other party unable to see the sun the next day.
But now she is being teased by a younger man in various ways but is powerless. This feeling really makes her heart blocked.
Song Qingshu didn't care about that much, and naturally hugged her soft waist and hugged half of her body in his arms.
Dai Qisi held her forehead with one hand. She was also a famous cold and beautiful female devil in the world back then, but now she is like her forbidden body.
Thanks to her not a big-breasted person, she soon thought of a solution and said coldly: Now I'm going out soon. Do you want to wait for the guards outside to see Tang Kuobian and a big man hugging each other so affectionately?
As she said, she put on Tang Kuobian's mask again and deliberately used the beard on the mask to prick the other person's cheek.
Seeing that the cold and unrestrained Dragon King in purple-clothed instantly turned into a big man with a cheek, Song Qingshu felt chills, and indeed subconsciously let go of his hand, and even took a few steps back to pull a sufficient distance.
Seeing the other party's churning face, the purple-shirted Dragon King under the mask showed a hint of joy, and then waved his hand: Let's go, I'll take you into the palace!
Hearing her voice became rough, Song Qingshu shivered and hurriedly drove out some of the pictures in his mind, so as not to create any shadows in the future.
His figure flashed and appeared directly in front of the purple-shirted Dragon King. He took off her mask. Song Qingshu said depressedly: Since I am back, I will pretend to be Tang Kuobian. It is really a waste of resources to wear this mask to cover your peerless face.
Although I heard countless people praise her beauty, the corners of Dai Qisi's mouth were slightly curled upwards.
It’s a pity that she hadn’t finished being happy yet, she heard Song Qingshu’s next sentence: Take off her clothes.
What's the meaning?
Dai Qisi subconsciously covered her collar and looked at him vigilantly. Although the two of them had skin ties, she was still the cold and beautiful woman in her bones. What's more, the two sides had been separated for months, and she had tried hard to forget everything that had happened before.
Just asked you to change Tang Kuobian's clothes to me. Seeing her reaction so fiercely, Song Qingshu was immediately dissatisfied. Besides, you are my woman, you can take off your clothes if you ask you to take off your clothes. Why?
Dai Qisi replied coldly: I am not your woman, I am just... just... I am only... I am only by your side who promised to help the Persian and Ming Cult to deal with Mongolia, but at present, there is no sign of fulfilling your promise to me.
Mongolia seemed like the sword of Damocles hanging above her head, and Song Qingshu was also feeling a little heavy: It's just that I can't make any moves now. Don't worry, I'm more anxious to deal with Mongolia than you.
Thinking of the grassland empire that swept everything in history, Song Qingshu felt the pressure rise sharply.
Well, before you start dealing with Mongolia, don’t... don’t touch me again.Daiqi's stunning face, which was as cold as ice, flashed with a faint rosy red color.
Leader, now our sect has been defeated and the assassination of Temujin has been organized for more than a thousand times, but without exception, it ended in failure. The masters in the sect have suffered heavy losses. At this point, we can only ask the "old man in the mountains" to come out.
The black-clothed leader said tentatively.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole room seemed to have dropped a few degrees. The old man in the mountain was a taboo. Killers were divided into second-rate killers, first-rate killers, top killers, ace killers, etc., and even good-watchers ranked a killer ranking. Because this industry is high-risk, the top ten often changed their names, and the competition for the first place was even more tragic. But no matter how many people compete for the title of the number one killer in the world, everyone knew in their hearts that there was another person above it, no, and there was another god. That was the king of killers recognized by everyone for hundreds of years, Huo Shan, known as the old man in the mountain.
Decades ago, the whole West trembled at this name, because no matter whether it was a lord of a small country or a monarch of a big country, as long as he was targeted, he would definitely die.
The Western countries ruled out countless armies and masters wanted to catch him, but unfortunately they all returned in a defeat, and they caused heavy casualties.
In the end, the countries had no choice but to offer a sky-high bounty to reward him, but everyone knew that this was a joke. Which killer dared to assassinate the King of Killers?
The countries listed this bounty only a fig leaf that means they have not given up yet.
After a few years, Huo Shan never took action himself, but instead specially trained a killer organization, which was the Assassin faction, which made the Western world scared.
These killers all have unique skills and use any means to achieve their goals. They took the heads of one city lord after another in the Western countries. Instead, Huo Shan gradually disappeared behind the scenes, making some young people forget his existence.
The old man in the mountains... Xiao Zhao shook his head, Elder Huo is our last trump card, and you must not bother him until the last moment.
Huo Shan has a respectable status in the Ming Cult. Although he is nominally an elder, he is often more noble than the leader's identity. Xiao Zhao is not even sure whether he can invite him. After all, it is largely because he secretly disagrees with the public.
But we have reached the last step now.
The leader in black said bitterly, about a year ago, they successfully stabbed the Mongolian Western Expedition commander Xulagu to seriously injured. Mongolia's offensive did fade a lot, but they were not happy for long, but Temujin suddenly brought a stronger army over, and broke through the layers of defenses of the vast mountains as they were unstoppable. If it weren't for the restraint of the Ming Cult of the Central Plains, Hui tribes and Western Principalities, the Mongolian army would have already broken through the Vulture Nest. Even so, the main hall would be in danger. I wonder how long it would last?
Even the most optimistic person knows that at most he can hold on for another one or two years. If he is unlucky, he might not be able to hold on for a year.
Don't worry, I just received the secret from my mother. Her plan in the Jin Kingdom is about to succeed and will soon help us attack the Mongolian rear.
Thinking of his mother, Xiao Zhao finally showed a trace of the girlish feelings of the past in his eyes.
Is the Dragon King's place successful?The eyes of hope flashed in the eyes of many people kneeling below, and everyone looked excited.
OK, let’s persevere and we are about to defeat the Mongolians!
The Ming Wang blesses, the Ming Wang blesses Ah!
……
A group of people rekindled their fighting spirit. Unfortunately, Persia and the Central Plains were thousands of miles apart, and the information transmission back and forth would inevitably be delayed for several months or even half a year. They did not know that at this time Dai Qisi was having a headache to deal with the Northern Expedition of the Southern Song Dynasty and was unable to attack Mongolia at all...
In Daxing Mansion, thousands of miles away, Dai Qisi roughly introduced the current situation to Song Qingshu, and then asked: I'll take you into the palace, let's discuss how to deal with it next, not to mention that Gebi and Wanyan Ping have always missed you very much.
Song Qingshu leaned over to her and smiled: I wonder if the Dragon King wants to go to Ah?
Miss you, a big-headed ghost!
Dai Qisi was also very depressed. She was thinking that she was in the entire Guangming Top of the Purple-coat Dragon King, and no one of the heroes of the Ming Cult dared to show disrespect to her, let alone tease her; after walking in the world, she didn't meet someone who had no eyes, but immediately made the other party unable to see the sun the next day.
But now she is being teased by a younger man in various ways but is powerless. This feeling really makes her heart blocked.
Song Qingshu didn't care about that much, and naturally hugged her soft waist and hugged half of her body in his arms.
Dai Qisi held her forehead with one hand. She was also a famous cold and beautiful female devil in the world back then, but now she is like her forbidden body.
Thanks to her not a big-breasted person, she soon thought of a solution and said coldly: Now I'm going out soon. Do you want to wait for the guards outside to see Tang Kuobian and a big man hugging each other so affectionately?
As she said, she put on Tang Kuobian's mask again and deliberately used the beard on the mask to prick the other person's cheek.
Seeing that the cold and unrestrained Dragon King in purple-clothed instantly turned into a big man with a cheek, Song Qingshu felt chills, and indeed subconsciously let go of his hand, and even took a few steps back to pull a sufficient distance.
Seeing the other party's churning face, the purple-shirted Dragon King under the mask showed a hint of joy, and then waved his hand: Let's go, I'll take you into the palace!
Hearing her voice became rough, Song Qingshu shivered and hurriedly drove out some of the pictures in his mind, so as not to create any shadows in the future.
His figure flashed and appeared directly in front of the purple-shirted Dragon King. He took off her mask. Song Qingshu said depressedly: Since I am back, I will pretend to be Tang Kuobian. It is really a waste of resources to wear this mask to cover your peerless face.
Although I heard countless people praise her beauty, the corners of Dai Qisi's mouth were slightly curled upwards.
It’s a pity that she hadn’t finished being happy yet, she heard Song Qingshu’s next sentence: Take off her clothes.
What's the meaning?
Dai Qisi subconsciously covered her collar and looked at him vigilantly. Although the two of them had skin ties, she was still the cold and beautiful woman in her bones. What's more, the two sides had been separated for months, and she had tried hard to forget everything that had happened before.
Just asked you to change Tang Kuobian's clothes to me. Seeing her reaction so fiercely, Song Qingshu was immediately dissatisfied. Besides, you are my woman, you can take off your clothes if you ask you to take off your clothes. Why?
Dai Qisi replied coldly: I am not your woman, I am just... just... I am only... I am only by your side who promised to help the Persian and Ming Cult to deal with Mongolia, but at present, there is no sign of fulfilling your promise to me.
Mongolia seemed like the sword of Damocles hanging above her head, and Song Qingshu was also feeling a little heavy: It's just that I can't make any moves now. Don't worry, I'm more anxious to deal with Mongolia than you.
Thinking of the grassland empire that swept everything in history, Song Qingshu felt the pressure rise sharply.
Well, before you start dealing with Mongolia, don’t... don’t touch me again.Daiqi's stunning face, which was as cold as ice, flashed with a faint rosy red color.
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