Chapter 1616 Don't Touch Me Again

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"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 nothing is impossible in this world. After all, she witnessed it with her own eyes. After the elite coaches of the past dynasties practiced the Great Shift, which only took a few decades to complete, the young master took only half a day to complete it. Since then, she has begun to believe in the word "miracle".

"Sect Master, now my sect has been defeated in a row, and the assassination of Temujin has been organized no less than a thousand times, but all of them have ended in failure. The black-clothed leader said tentatively.

As soon as these words came out, the temperature in the whole room seemed to have dropped a few degrees. The old man in the mountains was a taboo. What kind of killers are second-class killers, first-class killers, top killers, ace killers, etc. There is even a list of killers for good people. Because of the high risk in this industry, the top ten often change their names, and the competition for the first place is even fiercer, but no matter how many people fight for the title of the world's number one killer, everyone knows that there is another person above this. No, there is another god, who is known as the "King of Killers" by everyone for hundreds of years, Huo Shan, known as the old man in the mountains.

Decades ago, the whole of the West trembled at this name, because whether it was the lord of a small country or the monarch of a big country, as long as he was staring at him, he would definitely die. Western countries excluded countless armies, and masters tried to capture him, but unfortunately they all returned, and instead caused heavy casualties. In the end, all the countries had no choice but to offer a sky-high bounty for his head, but everyone knew that this was a joke. Which killer dared to assassinate the King of Killers? The nations listed this bounty as a fig leaf to show that they have not given up.

A few years later, Huo Shan never took action in person, but specially trained a killer organization, that is, the Assassin faction, which made the Western world terrified.

All of these killers possessed unique skills, unscrupulously trying to achieve their goals, taking the heads of city lords one after another in Western countries, but Huo Shan gradually disappeared behind the scenes, causing some young people to forget his existence.

"The old man in the mountains..." Xiao Zhao shook his head, "Elder Huo is our last trump card. We must not bother him until the last moment."

Huo Shan has a respected position in the Ming Cult. Although he is an elder in name, he is often more honorable than the leader. Xiao Zhao is not even sure if he can be invited. He secretly defied the odds.

"But we have reached the last step now." The leader of the men in black said bitterly. About a year ago, they successfully stabbed Xu Liegu, the coach of the Mongolian West Expedition, into serious injuries. The Mongolian offensive has indeed subsided a lot, but They hadn't been happy for a long time, but Temujin suddenly brought a more powerful army over himself. The way was like a broken bamboo. The Mongolian army has already broken through the eagle's nest. If this is the case, the main altar is also in jeopardy. I don't know how long it can last?

Even the most optimistic people know that at most they can hold on for another year or two, and if they are unlucky, they may not last for a year.

"Don't worry, I just received the secret from my mother. Her plan in Jin Kingdom is about to succeed, and she will soon be able to help us attack Mongolia's rear." Thinking of his mother, Xiao Zhao finally showed a trace of the past in his eyes. girlhood.

"Dragon King has become?" The eyes of many people kneeling below flashed with hope, and everyone was excited.

"Okay, we'll stick to it, we're going to repel the Mongols!"

"Bless King Ming, bless King Ming!"

...

A group of people rekindled their fighting spirit, but unfortunately Persia and the Central Plains are separated by thousands of miles, and there must be a delay of several months or even half a year in the back and forth of information transmission.

In Daxing Mansion, thousands of miles away, Dai Qisi gave Song Qingshu a general introduction to the current situation, and then asked: "I'll take you into the palace, let's discuss how to deal with it next, not to mention Gebi and Wanyanping have been thinking about it. you."

Song Qingshu leaned over to her side and smiled: "I wonder if the Dragon King wants to go down?"

"I miss you big head!" Dai Qisi was also very depressed, thinking that when her purple-shirted dragon king was in the entire Bright Summit, no one of the Ming Cult heroes dared to show disrespect to her, not to mention the tone of voice; It's not that the rivers and lakes haven't met those who don't have eyes, but they will immediately prevent the other party from seeing the sun the next day. But now she is being teased by a younger man in all kinds of ways, but she is powerless. This feeling really makes her heart clogged up.

Song Qingshu didn't care so much, he hugged her soft waist naturally, and hugged half of her body into his arms.

Dai Qisi held her forehead with one hand. She was also a glamorous devil who was famous in the arena back then, but now she looks like her banishment.

Thanks to her not being a big-hearted person, she quickly thought of a way and said coldly, "I'm going out right now, you want to wait for the guards outside to see Tang Kuobian hugging a big man so affectionately. together?"

As she spoke, she put on Tang Kuobian's mask again, and deliberately used the beard on the mask to prick the other person's cheek.

Seeing the glamorous and refined purple-shirted Dragon King instantly turn into a big man with cheeks, Song Qingshu felt a chill, and he let go of his hand subconsciously, and even took a few steps back to get enough distance.

Seeing the other party's turbulent face, the purple-shirted Dragon King under the mask showed a happy smile, and then he waved his hand: "Go, I

Take you to the palace! "

Hearing her voice also became rough, Song Qingshu shuddered, and hurriedly expelled some images from her mind, so as not to cause any shadows in the future.

With a flash, she appeared directly in front of the purple-shirted Dragon King, took off her mask, Song Qingshu said gloomily: "Since I'm back, let me pretend to be Tang Kuobian, you wear this mask to cover your peerless face. It's just too rude."

Although she had heard countless people compliment her on her beauty, but with Song Qingshu's approval, the corner of Dai Qisi's mouth turned up slightly in a beautiful arc.

It's a pity that before she was finished, she heard Song Qingshu's next sentence: "Take off your clothes."

"What do you mean?" Dai Qisi subconsciously covered her neckline and looked at him vigilantly. Even though the two of them already had a skin-to-skin relationship, she was still that cold and glamorous woman in her bones, not to mention that the two sides had been separated for several months. Forget everything that happened before.

"I just asked you to change Tang Kuobian's clothes to me." Seeing her reaction was so intense, Song Qingshu was immediately dissatisfied, "Besides, you are my woman, so if you take off your clothes, take off your clothes, why is there so much use! "

Dai Qisi replied coldly: "I'm not your woman, I'm just...just...you promised to help the Persian Mingjiao to deal with Mongolia, and I stayed by your side, but at present, your promise to me is still There is no sign of completion."

Mongolia is like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, and Song Qingshu's mood is also a little heavy: "It's just that I can't spare it now, don't worry, I'm in a hurry 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 to deal with Mongolia, don't... don't touch me again." Dai Qisi's frost-like face flashed a faint blush.

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