Ultimate Assassin System

Chapter 804 It’s Easy to Ask God but Hard to Send Him Away

(PS: If there are no surprises, there are still two chapters. Well, time is running out, so bless the disabled civet cat!)

At this time, it was hundreds of miles outside Holy Light City.

"Mr. Lu...Mr. Wu, why were we in such a hurry to leave just now?"

"Haha, why, can't you bear it?"

"Uh, that's not the case... **oss, well, Veron was killed and the place was destroyed. Of course it's reasonable to leave..." After touching his nose, Tang En paused for a moment, but Tang En was still angry. He spread his hands and said, "Okay, I'm a little reluctant to give up. After all, the opportunity to humiliate the temple is really rare..."

Tang En was indeed a little reluctant to give up. Just now, Wooding split open the temple with his sword, completely destroying the morale of everyone in the temple. He should have done whatever he wanted, but Wooding pulled him away... This is like a man who doesn't know the taste of meat for three months. The muscular man finally took off the clothes of a peerlessly beautiful woman and set up a **** - what happened next was naturally a joy to hear and see without any suspense. However, the next moment, the muscular man turned around and left...

This is totally unscientific!

"I'm also a little reluctant to let go." Nodding, Wooding said calmly.

"kindness?"

"If you live for a long time, you will always have some special means, like me. And the temple has stood on the mainland for thousands of years, and its heritage is naturally even greater. It is not just as simple as ancient magic circles, holy weapons of light, etc..."

Tang En frowned: "For example..."

"For example, the long-distance teleportation array." Wooding explained, then shook his head, "This kind of magic array that can travel thousands of miles in an instant is extremely expensive to build and consume. There are not many in the entire empire. But what is certain is that the Northern Temple, Or there must be one near the temple."

Tang En couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this: "Then why didn't they use it before?"

Shaking his head, "It has been used... As far as I know, there were no air-level warriors here in the Northern Temple half a month ago." Looking away slightly, Wooding naturally would not explain in detail why he was so concerned about half a month ago. The reason for the power of the Northern Temple.

Tang En didn't pay attention to this detail. He thought about it secretly for a few seconds, raised his long eyebrows and suddenly became angry: "Hey, you don't think you think highly of me!"

Does the temple look down on Tang En? Of course not, at least in the eyes of the Northern Temple's senior officials, the huge formation they arranged this time, as well as the three air-level warriors who specially used the long-distance teleportation array to be transferred from the General Assembly, etc., already looked up to Tang En extremely highly. The only way to defeat them is to crush them forcefully and show off their ideas to the believers. I just never thought that in the end, I even managed to get the Holy Artifact of Light at the bottom of the box, but still failed miserably...

Of course, if we only look at the results, the temple really underestimated Tang En this time, and the experts it sent were seriously insufficient... But then again, where can we find another top expert from Bran?

After chatting and laughing for a while, just as Tang En said, now that the boss has been killed and the place has been destroyed, the next step will naturally be separation. After all, Wooding's performance as a middle-aged man with a simple face is too eye-catching. Even if people in the temple can't think of it now, they will always have guesses in their hearts later. So now that something has happened, Wooding needs to rush back to Brandu City immediately...

"This trip to the north can't be said to be fruitful, but it did surprise me again and again. Although I'm still a little regretful, but..." Looking at the vague Holy Light City from a distance, Wooding withdrew his gaze, waved his hands and smiled. He said, "Haha, I'm still happy."

Listening to these words that obviously meant parting, Tang En also chuckled: "Ha, just be happy. That means you are busy, otherwise I would definitely take you around, such as the scenery of Shanxi City. Very good, haha..."

"Uh... forget it, the temple will go crazy." Wooding was stunned for a moment, shaking his head and laughing. Of course he knows about Shanxi City, and he also knows that this city is known as the Holy City in the North!

If the front foot splits the northern temple into two pieces, and then the back foot smashes the northern holy city... Well, even if the temple intends to hibernate, it will instantly be so angry that it jumps out, digs three feet into the ground to find it. Tang En, try your best!

After chatting for a few words again, Tang En and Wooding talked and laughed freely, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious. But what was a little weird was that although both of them were saying farewell words, neither of them simply turned around and left. Of course, this can be seen as reluctance. However, is the relationship between Twain and Wooding as deep as this?

Gradually, this weird meaning became more and more obvious. However, the expressions of Tang En and Wooding did not change at all. They were like little children about to be separated, exhorting again and again, saying goodbye again and again. This situation needs to be wetted with tears to finally sublimate it. It is touching, pathos, and weird...

Finally, when the two of them changed the subject from parting to the capital, and then to what the weather was like today, the embarrassment and weirdness overcame the harmony and harmony. The atmosphere gradually became colder, and short intervals began to appear from time to time in smooth conversations...

At this time, Tang En's expression is still calm, but if there are people who are familiar with him here, looking at the frequency of subconsciously touching his nose, you can know that Tang En is not as calm and calm as he appears on the surface. He seems to be a little panicked and anxious?

Compared to Twain, who is "different between the outside and the inside", Wooding appears to be much more straightforward. He directly puts his hesitation in his eyes, his eyes flicker, as if he is making a certain decision and considering the pros and cons. Then he seemed to notice something strange about Tang En. There was a bit of amusement in his eyes, and he answered the questions at random...

Although the light is still warm, there is never a lack of strong wind among the unobstructed mountains. It's not cold, but it's definitely refreshing. But even in such an environment, Tang En's clothes on his back gradually started to get wet...

And at this moment, Tang En's brows suddenly cleared, and he seemed to let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a relaxed smile: "Haha, Mr. Wu, you have a high position and are responsible for the safety of the empire. I won't keep you today. But. Before I leave, kid, I have something to offer you, please don’t refuse.”

Raising his eyebrows, Wooding was a little surprised when he heard this. Then he felt something, turned his head and squinted his eyes, and saw a figure running rapidly from the hills in the distance, as powerful as a galloping horse... It was the one who was killed by Wen Silin before. The big man with the broken arm, um, seems to be called David?

The visitor was indeed David, and of course, the broken arm had long since been restored. It's just that now he seems to have been running for a long time. If you get closer, you can hear the thick breathing of a cow. He looks like he just climbed out of the water, wet with sweat and steaming all over his body.

"Boss... huh... the thing is here... huh..."

Tang En quickly walked up to him, took the newspaper-wrapped thing from David's hand, and patted his shoulder: "Thank you, take a rest and catch your breath."

Turning around and meeting Woodin's doubtful gaze, Tang En raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took a few steps forward, pushed aside the outer layer of the newspaper, and handed it over: "Mr. Wu, please be careful. Well, it's a bit shabby, so please don't Sorry."

It's really a little bit of care. Inside the newspaper are a few sheets of crispy yellow noodle cakes with dots of sesame seeds falling on them. It looks pretty good. This is a unique kind of bread in a northern city. It tastes crispy and sweet. It is actually a cheap and high-quality food that is rare among the common people.

Of course, no matter how delicious it is, it cannot hide the fact that this thing is indeed shabby, extremely shabby! Nobles and wealthy businessmen even bothered to buy it, let alone give it to the sword god Wooding.

But now Wu Ding lowered his head and looked at these crispy yellow noodles, but he couldn't help but look stunned. After a pause, he slowly raised his head, his eyes unwavering, and when he met Tang En's sincere smile, he remained silent for a moment.

Separated by a distance of less than ten feet, the two of them looked at each other quietly. At this moment, the awe-inspiring cold wind in the mountains seemed to sense something unusual, and they calmly stopped their activities, not daring to cause trouble.

quiet! silence! Dead silence!

Tang En's eyes drooped slightly, and he bowed slightly. His arm holding the dough did not move at all, showing off his humble and sincere appearance. Wooding's gaze became more distant and profound, without a ripple in sight, like a pool of stagnant water, or like the calm sea before the storm...

"Uh..." Looking around with wide eyes, David on the side had no idea what was happening. He just saw Tang En hand over the crispy yellow noodle cake, Wooding looked down and didn't take it, and then the two of them became like this.

Mountain winds can detect abnormalities, so naturally David can too. Feeling the deep and cold murderous intent, David swallowed hard and looked at Wooding with his head filled with questions. How is this going? Could it be that he was angry because he thought the noodles were too shabby? Uh, not really...

Although he was very puzzled, David didn't need to think about it at all, he just stepped forward and stood behind Tang En. There is no doubt about this, let alone the sword god Wooding standing here, even if he is a real god, David will stand by the boss without hesitation!

This has nothing to do with right or wrong, good or evil, or even loyalty, friendship, etc., it’s just about habits! Make it a natural habit!

When David moved his feet, the atmosphere in the field immediately changed slightly. Tang En's sleeves trembled, and Wooding's fingertips trembled... The next moment, nothing happened, and both of them seemed to be forcibly restraining something.

Immediately, Tang En waved his hand slowly without looking back, and David paused in mid-air, then took it back. However, the look he looked at Wooding was gloomy and very unkind, because just at that moment, he did feel a fleeting strong murderous intention!

The sword god wants to kill the boss! Why?

At this time, "Oh..." Wooding took the lead to look away, looking up to the sky and sighing, "I still really want to..."

The words were a little abrupt and a little incomprehensible. But Tang En seemed to understand, thought about it, and advised him very seriously: "Forget it, it's not worth it."

Nodding in agreement, "Yeah, it's not worth it..." After taking a breath and deciding something, Wooding reached out and took the crispy yellow pancake wrapped in newspaper, and smiled, "Thank you! Well, it's getting late. Let’s just say goodbye.”

"Please go slowly." Tang En bowed and said goodbye.

The real moment of separation was so simple. It seems that all the arguing just now was just for these crispy yellow noodles, which is really unbelievable.

Of course, only the two of them know the real reason... Wooding walked very simply, taking a few steps, leaping into the air, and disappearing into the sky after a few breaths.

After a while, David saw that Tang En was still bowing to greet him. After enduring it for a while, he couldn't help scratching his head and asked, "Boss, everyone has gone away. What are you... eh?"

Before he finished speaking, Tang En took a deep breath and raised his head, his face covered with sweat. He seemed to want to straighten his body, but then he stumbled and fell straight down. David was shocked when he saw this, and rushed forward to help him, "Boss! What's wrong...where are you injured? Damn it, is it that Wooding? Damn it! That bullshit swordsman only knows that there is someone shady behind his back... "

Roaring and roaring, seeing Tang En in such a state, David thought that Wooding was behind the scenes without even thinking about it. After all, the sword god's strength is so shocking that it is conceivable that he has some unknown sneak attack method.

However, Tang En, who was being supported, wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathed a big sigh of relief, and then waved his hand, "It's okay, I'm a little nervous, my legs are just numb..."

After a moment, he calmed down, grinned as if he had a toothache, and said with a look of rejoicing, "Ah! It's really easy to invite God, but it's hard to send God away! Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise I would have really fallen into it..."

…………(To be continued.)

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