Chapter 17: [Wonderful Taxonomy]

"Football, this is a specific term to describe a woman's chest. For example, the chest is very flat, like you, no, flatter than you, I mean if a woman's waves are as flat as a mirror, it is called Wangzai small steamed buns , or Princess Taiping; if the breast is small, like you, maybe a little smaller than you, I mean the breast is very small, but still a little, it is called an egg; if it is bigger, like you, It's called an apple... don't take out the dagger, I'm wrong, don't be angry, I know you're a man, but I need a person to compare, well, I won't use you as an analogy..."

"If it's bigger than an apple, that's a football?" The bright-eyed thief put a dagger on Yue Yang's neck, ready to kill his angry look.

"No, there are many kinds bigger than apples, you see that you lack research in this area? On the apples, there are pears, papayas, and coconuts, and then there are volleyballs and footballs. There are many points. It's all knowledge, I don't tell ordinary people!" Yue Yang took the style of a scholar.

"It makes sense!" The mercenaries in the room heard it and praised Yue Yang's 'chest classification' in unison.

Although they don't understand what Wangzai's buns, volleyballs, and footballs are, they also feel that the arrangement from small to large is very vivid, accurate and very vivid, making it particularly easy to remember, and it is simply in-depth. people's hearts. It seems that this little thief named Titan really has a very advanced research on women's tits. When Yue Yang heard it, he was elated, like a great sage who published incisive and unique academic theories in front of thousands of students in the academy.

The bright-eyed thief managed to resist the urge to stab the kid to death with a dagger, stomped on Yue Yang's feet, smashed the form in his hand, turned around and left.

Yue Yang hurriedly threw the form in front of the bald old man, paid the money, received the mercenary star, and then *bright-eyed thief.

"Brother, I invite you to drink, listen to me, that girl has really big breasts... Hey, she runs so fast, you can tell it's a shy and unexplored place at a glance!" Waiting for Yue Yang to chase out the door , the bright-eyed thief has long since disappeared like a light smoke.

As if it never happened.

When Yue Yang whistled and swaggered away, the bright-eyed thief flashed in the darkness, holding a dazzling dagger in his hand. He wanted to shoot at Yue Yang's vest several times, but he finally endured it.

The bright-eyed thief pointed at Yue Yang's back, took a sip, and disappeared.

Facing the soft evening wind, Yue Yang's face was full of smiles.

He had a good laugh and a big smile.

Shiroishi Castle, the Killer Guild.

Like all the killer guilds in the world, the killer guild in Shiroishi Castle also gives people a kind of eerie feeling. Although there are lights in there, they are only as big as beans, and it gives the illusion that the lights will go out at any time. This light doesn't look bright, but it has a dark and eerie weirdness. Yue Yang gently pushed the door and came in. After seeing the environment in the house, his expression was slightly surprised.

There was no one in the Killer Guild except for an old man in sackcloth who was dozing off the table.

The old man in sackcloth was gray-haired, and he was lying on the table, looking extremely thin, with a debilitated look of old age and withered body and mind.

Of course, if you only look at the surface, this old man in sackcloth can be blown down by a gust of wind, or if he falls asleep at his desk like this, it seems that he will fall asleep and never wake up again. But in Yue Yang's eyes, he has another strange feeling. He has reached the innate realm, and he has the mysterious three-style and body-breaking sword energy. Even if it is a sneak attack, it is very likely that he will not be able to defeat this vertical. The old man... In Yue Yang's heart, this old man in linen is more terrifying than the sleeping lion, he feels a bit like a sleeping dragon!

"Hello, I'm here to sign up to join the Assassin Guild." If Yue Yang's politeness was pretended in the mercenary guild, now it's a sincere respect.

"Young people, killers are a bloody and violent profession,

Are you really ready? The old man in linen slowly raised his head. His appearance was ordinary, with wrinkles all over his face. Even if ordinary people met ten times on the street, I believe they would not pay attention to his existence, let alone remember his appearance.

He looked at Yue Yang with those dull old eyes.

Yue Yang tried his best to keep his mind calm, controlled his breathing, and even smiled in his bright eyes.

Although he couldn't see through the old man in sackcloth, Yue Yang found that the old man in sackcloth was also observing himself, proving that he couldn't see through himself either...

Yue Yang's eyes naturally met the gaze of the old man in linen, and replied with a smile in his eyes: "Young people always yearn for blood and violence, don't they?"

The old man in linen lowered his eyelids, neither agreeing nor objecting, and said indifferently: "You don't need to pay to join the Assassin Guild, you don't need to fill out a form, you don't need an identity certificate, but you need a test. You can choose the text You can also choose a martial arts test.”

"What is a literary test? What is a martial arts test?" Yue Yang is really strange, he still needs a text test to be a killer? This is not a college entrance examination!

"Wen test is to answer some questions about killing techniques; Wu test is to kill people directly. If you want to join in, go to the black mountain fifty miles outside the city before dawn, kill the thieves there, and bring back any of them. ." Just after the old man in linen finished speaking, Yue Yang hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand, indicating that he wanted a literary test.

For Yue Yang, murder has no problem with his mentality.

Except for the beautiful woman, black-clothed Yue Bing, and the little girl, in this Dragon Continent's eyes, other people are like NPCs in the game, and there is no guilt in killing them. Moreover, he originally wanted to kill a few mercenaries who had been rewarded by the enemy after killing a few people, so as to test his combat power and at the same time cultivate the growth of the spittle thorn flower.

However, Yue Yang is very lazy.

He was asked to rush on the road overnight, run fifty miles outside the city, touch the mountain, kill a bandit, and rush back with his head.

He doesn't do it!

If it wasn't for the desire to get the list of 'revenge hunt' that is unique to the Assassin Guild, Yue * would not have come to a place like the Assassin Guild.

The killer guild is different from the mercenary guild. The people here are often of real strength. The longer they stay in this place, the easier their identity is exposed.

"In the case of Wenquan, please make a choice: if you want to kill a person, in front of you, there are sharp swords, powerful war beasts and blank paper, which kind of thing would you choose to be yours? What about the murder tool?" the old man in linen asked.