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From the perspective of Chengying's ability to pause the thinking of the assassins, there is nothing wrong with saying that time is an illusion of mankind.

When thinking pauses, time also stops.

Among the five assassins, only the female assassin named Qingwei chose to leave instead of looking for the connector. The other four chose to find the connector to report the results.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Ying immediately locked their thoughts, paused their time, and looked at each other with Bingdi in reality, and the two of them quietly jumped out of the window.

Flying in the air, the Bingdi suddenly seemed to understand something, showing a look of enlightenment, and looked at Cheng Ying with a look that seemed to say: "Wonderful!"

"I said how you plan to fool these assassins! That's the case, we are going to take the connector into the moon reading space, right!"

Cheng Ying nodded when he heard the words, and explained to Bingdi: "I only know what they want to do, and I can't know the memory of the jointer out of thin air. If I play the role of the jointer, then it will definitely show up.

But if the connector is played in its true colors, there will be no problems in this area. The only trouble is that there are four assassins and one connector. If the order is not arranged when arranging the dialogue, it is very likely that they will wear help. "

The connector in Chengying's mouth still didn't know it at this time, his position had been exposed, and he was in a tavern at this time, pretending to be like other alcoholics, yelling at the gamblers who were shaking the dice.

Chengying walked into the chaotic casino and opened the mirror flower water moon. Without disturbing anyone, he took the connector abducted. The connector who entered the moon reading space just felt a little trance.

He couldn't help but push aside the spirits he hadn't drunk in front of him. He seemed to attribute his trance to too much alcohol and tiredness in the middle of the night.

Just as he was thinking about whether the mission was over, whether to take a break or go back to his hometown to get married, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, short and long.

The connector's expression remained unchanged, and he pushed the drink to the drunkard next to him: "I gave it to you!"

Afterwards, he left the tavern quietly, and saw the assassination team captain covered in scars in the stable.

"The assassination was successful, but everyone else died." The captain said concisely, but could not conceal the sadness in his tone.

"Sorrow, they all fell in the darkest hour before dawn, and future generations will remember their achievements!" The joint man stroked his chest with one hand, raised one hand forward, and whispered: "Long live the soul master supremacy! "

"Long live soul master supremacy." The captain made the same action, but his tone was a little weak: "I don't care if they can be remembered by future generations. I just want to get our remuneration and pension. To be honest, I don't Know how to explain to their family."

"Don't worry! You are the heroes who assassinated the Duke Tulip, and the organization will not be stingy with rewards. Is there any evidence of the successful assassination?" The connector did not care about the captain's grief, and everything is not as important as the task.

The captain threw a left ear soaked in blood and brain past, ignored the excited connector, sat silently on the haystack in the stable, and tremblingly took out a crumpled wrinkle from his pocket. Cigarettes.

It was bought by the Duke, and only this one was left. The match was lit and the cigarette was lit. The captain took a puff, and then coughed violently.

While coughing, he took out a black-and-white photo from the inside pocket of his chest. In the photo, five people were crowded in front of the door of the Soul Theater, one by one unearthed unearthed scissors hands. At that time, the photography technology was too poor and the exposure time was too long. It's so long that the scissors hands are paired with five Sima faces, which looks funny.

Looking at it, the captain couldn't help but laugh, and smiled, tears flowed unconsciously: "It's really ironic, I'm actually using something invented by the person I assassinated to cherish the memory of being killed by him. Dead teammates, is this how the organization realizes the supremacy of soul masters?"

"For the supremacy of the soul master, some price must be paid. I regret your sacrificed comrades. They can't see the day when the supremacy of the soul master will come true." The connector said sorry but his expression remained unchanged.

"Haha! Yes, we sacrificed to maintain the idea of ​​the supremacy of the soul master, and benefited thousands of future generations, so that they will have no soul shadows, no trams, and drink less than ninety-six degrees of life water. We don’t need the daily necessities of the Duke, our achievements really last forever!"

"Mark! Your thoughts are very dangerous. I must report your statement to the Purifying Hand. You need to accept a complete set of will identification." The connector warned him.

"It's really fast to learn. Our purification hand is learned from the Duke Tulip's political team! But I haven't heard that the political team will kill people." Mark took a bit of a cigarette and spit out a long dragon.

"We are indeed learning from Duke Tulip. This is also the core idea of ​​spiritual master supremacy. No matter what miracles ordinary people achieve, as long as our spiritual masters learn, we can quickly master and do better.

This is an indisputable fact, we ourselves are noble than them. In the Duke of Tulip, what ridiculous princes and generals have a kindness? If he is not dead, I will point to the nose and tell him, yes! That's right! US! Princes and generals, there is indeed a kind! "

Mark finished smoking the cigarette butts in one breath and coughed, "Huh! I don't know if I will smoke anymore!"

"There will be, we have found out the source of the tobacco leaves of the Duke Tulip. After his death, the organization will gradually take over his industry." The joint person calmed down his excitement~www.wuxiamtl.com~ That's it! It sounds good, but why can only cigarettes and soap remain? Muskets, trams, and even mechas will all be destroyed, we! I'm actually scared! "The death of his teammate has shaken him, who had believed in spiritual master supremacy.

"Nonsense! How can we be afraid? We can shoot more accurately with a musket, and we can be more flexible with a mech. Ordinary people are not our opponents at all. Why are we afraid?"

"Really?" Mark said nonchalantly, "I, because I am more curious, so I secretly investigated the history of the organization. Guess what I saw?"

Mark dropped his cigarette **** on the ground and stamped it out with his toes: "I saw a murderous machine that was unscrupulous in order to maintain the rule of the soul master. To be honest, I was shocked, but I didn't think of defecting at that time.

I am a soul master, and I am unscrupulous in order to protect the interests of the soul master. This is understandable, but now that I think about it, we may have done quite bad things. "

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