Chapter 2403 Traveling Through 0 Years: Ancient Assassin Contrasts Cuteness (82)

"Living in the past world is self-righteous." The boy curled his lips, and his voice was evil, "Still entertaining himself."

"Isn't it ridiculous?"

The young killer still maintained the posture of copying his pocket with one hand, so he straightened up unhurriedly, and then passed Song Zhi slowly, without even turning his eyes.

she?

which her?

Xu Bai? !

Song Zhi had an unbelievable guess in his heart.

Why did Su Mo want to protect Xu Bai? ! Why?

Protect a slave who refuses to submit to her master.

Or that he would rather trust Xu Bai than her? !

Song Zhi thought about it, bit her lip, her teeth were deeply embedded in her lip, blood spilled out.

Su Mo walked a little farther, avoiding the monitoring, he stopped, then lowered his eyes, looking at the silver needle in his hand that was shining coldly in the sun.

The thin and long silver needle is translucent, like a thin silver-white silk thread.

If you don't look carefully, maybe no one notices at all.

Equally harsh and dangerous.

The young killer's eyes seemed to be splashed with thick ink, without any waves, like a cold pool deep in a steep valley, oozing with strands of chill.

Indifferent and indifferent, wanting nothing.

After a pause of two seconds,

Su Mo calmly took back the silver needle, as if he had done nothing, walked straight to the side of the car, opened the car door with his slender and well-defined white fingers, stretched his long legs, leaned over, and sat down slightly. went in.

Sun Zhu was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and when he heard the sound, he looked back at Su Mo, and couldn't help but ask, "What did you say? What did Song Zhi mean?" I'm afraid he was sick.

The slender boy leaned against the seat, raised his hand and took off the black mask, revealing a handsome and delicate face, exuding a breathtaking beauty.

He closed his eyes, looking lazy and cold, "It's not interesting."

Sun Zhu: "..."

Knowing that it was impossible for Su Mo to say anything to him, Sun Zhu was not disappointed. He looked away boredly, and said to the driver: "Okay, okay, let's go."

The slender boy showed no emotion, with a cold side face. He opened his eyes, and those obsidian-like pupils had a certain coolness, like the mist in the middle of the night, without any light or shadow.

His white and slightly cold fingertips slightly rubbed the edge of the dagger, feeling the tactile sensation of the blade brushing against his fingertips, with an indifferent expression.

Killing was too easy for him.

He killed countless people,

How many people there are even he can't remember.

A dagger can kill directly,

But poisoned silver needles can make life worse than death.

He used to like to kill with a knife, but every now and then it's okay to change the way.

Su Mo lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly curved.

He does not accept anyone who denigrates his beliefs.

That person is his only belief and light to chase for the rest of his life.

only

is his.

belongs to him.

Only,

Also unique.

After Song Zhi returned home, she was absent-minded for a while, and she wanted to contact Su Mo again.

She is not reconciled, really.

Song Zhi couldn't figure it out.

Shouldn't it be pity to meet someone you know well in a strange world?

Why does that person have such an indifferent and indifferent attitude, as if everything in the world cannot be seen by that person.

Should not be.

She is the princess of Song Dynasty, does she want anything?

She should be held in the hands of everyone, just like in Song Dynasty.

Instead of watching helplessly as one of his own personal servants walked in front of him, his status was more noble than his own, and his power was stronger than his own.

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