Chapter 28 Is it worthy or not, it's not what you say

Blood Studio.

At this time, the well-dressed killer stood neatly opposite the two people in front of him, and the black dress of the unified representative killer faintly emitted an absolute killing.

When looking at the weak and slender but beautiful-looking girl, their cold eyes were full of disdain and contempt. They didn't understand why their own poster, that is, the shadow, would bring a little girl to the first killer organization in the world.

Although the thread starter and she have not said anything until they came in, they all clearly feel that the thread starter's respect for her is an absolute respect for her subordinates and superiors!

What's more puzzling is that the little girl is also self-respecting, calmly accepting the landlord's respect for her, coldly looking at them, looking at them and exploring.

I don't know if it's their illusion that they actually feel that their black eyes, which are as bright as pearls, are full of contempt!?

This greatly aroused their dissatisfaction and anger.

You should know that their killers are cruelly trained to survive to the end in inhumane training and become top killers. How much does it cost! Now they are going to be disliked by a little girl. How can they swallow this breath? If it hadn't been for the presence of the original poster, they would have sent her to see the Lord of Hell!

It seemed that she felt the dissatisfaction of her men. Her face was cold and she said in a low voice, "It is my master in front of you. From now on, she is your only master loyal."

An order without temperature is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue to them! What, what makes the bloody studio in the world turn to a girl without a ghost?! The cold eyes suddenly shot at the person concerned like the piercing cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.

And the owner of dozens of awe-in peaks completely ignored these, wrapped his hands around his chest, and frowned slightly: Is that all?

"Shadow, is this what you have achieved in the past few months?"

"Miss, these killers have been strictly trained, you..."

Her forehead sweated slightly, and she was worried: Isn't the young lady still satisfied? At least she has been training herself for a period of time. They are all top killers. Who doesn't know the influence of the reorganized Blood Shadow Building on the road? But looking at the young lady's expression, she is more than dissatisfied!

"Master, she doesn't deserve it." Wang Luo, the head of the blood shadow guard, coldly interrupted our conversation.

"You will know if you have tried it or not." Xi Xinmiao returned with the same indifference.

She pulled out the bright blade and retreated to make room for her. What she wanted was not unwillingness, but their complete submission!

Not wasting his tongue. He looked indifferent and hooked his fingers coldly at the more than 30 dark guards in front of him, "Don't waste my time. Let's go together."

Bing Han's words instantly made their faces turn pale. All of them are the top killers in a hundred miles of the State of Qi. Usually, there is no need for the two to work together when performing tasks. Now, a 15-year-old girl actually asks them to go out together? This is definitely an insult, an unforgivable insult!

And the shadow next to him was also greatly shocked. He knew best the foundation of the dark guard who came out with his own hands. Although the young lady has her own tricks, will she have a chance of winning against so many dark guards that can't be underestimated?

Looking at the dark guards with an angry face, a trace of contempt flashed in Xi Xinmiao's eyes, "Do you still need me to wait for you to take action?" The ice-like voice was still floating in the air, but her figure had moved.

The speed is very fast. In a flash, he was already in front of the dark guard who had just said that he was unconvinced. Wang Luo said coldly. What if it was fast, he did not draw his sword, and the acupuncture point of her chest was about to attack.

Unexpectedly, Xi Xinmiao had no intention of avoiding at all, and his hand with the blade attacked in a completely unexpected direction. ( This plot recalls a novel I read before, which is also time-traveled. I think it's good, so I use it here and add my own imagination. Let's make do with it.)

Wang Luo was stunned for a moment and came to his senses. The petite figure in front of him had already bypassed him and threw himself into the dark guard group behind him.

Knife light and sword shadow, Shura-like aura permeates in an instant.

The white shadow floats, and the domineering spirit of the master in the middle is fully displayed.

The shadow outside has long been frightened.

She is like a cheetah with vigilance, moving quickly and quickly.

The shadow's clenched fist loosened, and there was a deep doubt at the moment of shock. What kind of kung fu is this, unheard of, unheard of, and seemingly inadvertent movements so easily dod the continuous attacks of a group of dark guards? And the movement is slow and unimaginable?! In the past, when I was with the young lady, I didn't see the young lady really take action, but now I finally see some of the young lady's strength.

The wind rises and the flowers fall...

In the blink of an eye, Xi Xinmiao had withdrawn and couldn't help waving the corners of his clothes, leaving a group of dark guards who were still in the clouds.

"Look at your chests." A reminder.

"How could this happen?" A group of killers widened their eyes.

The cloth on each of their chest was obviously cracked, revealing the bronze skin inside, and the position was unbiased. It was all the chest. All the dark guards suddenly changed color: if it was a sharp weapon, I'm afraid I didn't have a chance to stand and be surprised, but a cold corpse lying on the ground.

"Are I qualified now?" A beautiful and faint female voice floated in the air again.

"Knock to the master." Wang Luo took the lead, and more than 30 dark guards knelt down. His face was no longer despised, but replaced by strong admiration. The winner is the king. This time, they lost convincingly.

"But," she changed her tone and said, "I want to consider whether you are qualified to be my subordinates." He spoke coldly, and his expression was still the original dissatisfaction and contempt.

"Master." The face of the kneeling dark guard flashed with shame. He pulled out his dagger and aimed at his neck in unison.

"Miss!" Ying Qiang suppressed the shock in his heart and couldn't help but make a sound.

"What? Do you feel ashamed and want to take your own life?" She mocked with disdain.

"Killer, what is a killer? A real killer does not need an expression; a real killer will not reveal his emotions, let alone be stupid enough to expose his weaknesses to the enemy; a real killer will not commit suicide because of grief and indignation, but will only do anything to achieve his goal. What do you want to do with so many wild moves? The killer has only one goal: to solve the opponent in the simplest way in the shortest time, either not to take action, or to kill in one move, just fast, accurate and fierce. I didn't compare with you today. If it hadn't been useful to you, next year's day would be your anniversary. My Xi Xinmiao's men don't need waste.

The cold words are particularly cold-blooded and ruthless. But there was a bright hope in the eyes of the group of dark guards. They threw away the daggers in their hands and said in unison, "Thank you, master."

"Well, I'll test you again in the future. If someone still can't meet my requirements, just get out of here." The phoenix's eyes are awe-in, and the evil spirit of the whole body is like the Rasha coming out of the 18th floor of hell. Horrible, cold, seductive, daunting and suffocating.

"Yes." The dark guards did not dare to move. They bowed their heads and responded respectfully. They were really too weak.

"Ying, I'll draw up a training plan later. You tell them to practice according to it." He turned his head and ordered to the shadow, as if the terrible scene just now had never existed.

The current dark guard needs her modern practice method. Only then can they be a dark guard. She thought so in her heart.

"Yes." With double respect.