"Everyone is here, let's assign tasks now," Wicks said to Ye Piaoling and others.

So the most powerful group of people in the killer world gathered together to discuss things.

"Plum Blossom, which one do you choose?" Wix said to Ye Piaoling with a black scarf on his face. Ye Piaoling never showed his true face.

"Who was the person who was sneak attacking me yesterday?" Ye Piaoling asked coldly.

"A person who has been rampant in the European killer world for nearly twenty years has not yet dared to challenge him personally," said Wicks in an admiration.

"Okay, I'll choose him," said Ye Piaoling.

"However, it's a little trouble to take the last Nazi treasure map from him," Wix said.

"Oh, so what do you mean," Ye Piaoling asked.

"Well, that person has a bit of a connection to you," Wix said to Ye Piaoling, "because he is a Chinese,"

"Oh, what kind of person is he? He is so famous in the killer world," Ye Piaoling asked: "What is his name?"

"BeiDou Qingyun," Wicks said word by word.

"Then leave it to me," said Ye Piaoling: "No matter who he is, as long as he dares to attack me, he is my enemy. I'll deal with him."

"Haha, of course I'll feel relieved if you go," Wix said with a smile: "The person Beidou Qingyun will be handed over to you,"

Ye Piaoling stared at this Wix and always felt that he had a conspiracy.

In life, we face many choices and often encounter many puzzling phenomena, many of which cannot be found. This is a philosophical question.

What should a vegetarian do when facing a pig who hopes to devote himself to the human table? Is it more savage to kill a brainless chicken than to pull up a carrot?

Ye Piaoling took the Plum Blossom Mercenary Group to England.

U.K.

An ancient house.

The wind blew through the branches and blew into the window, rolling up the golden striped curtains, blew the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the house, making the sound of clangs.

Most of the windows around the house were pulled up by curtains, and the light was dark, making people feel a little cold and scared.

A middle-aged man in his forties walked out of a room and came to sit in the hall.

He is tall, with a 1.8 meters tall figure, a burly figure, a national face, a bronze-colored skin, and the black shawl's emanation indicates that he is not an ordinary person.

Every step is a rhythm. The interval between the previous rhythm and the next rhythm is just right, neither fast nor slow, calm and powerful.

Sit slowly on the low stool on the ground, there was a small wooden table in front of him, with a set of tea sets on it, and a roll of yellow books and a set of knife gauze on the stool in his right hand. The knife inside and the red cherry blossoms tied to the hilt are particularly dazzling.

After sitting for a while, he stood up from the stool and went to the stove to take the boiling hot water, sat down on the stool again. He took out a beautifully packaged tea leaf from the shelf under the table and took out the tea leaf in half of his hand. Put it in the teapot, then rinse it with a small amount of hot water, and after a while, pour the water from the teapot into the only two tea cups on the table, then rinse it with nine-point full boiling water into the teapot and cover it with The teapot lid picked up the books on the stool and read them.

The fragrant tea fragrance floated out of the teapot's mouth and eyes, the best West Lake Longjing.

First, pour the freshly brewed 80-cent full new tea for another tea cup, then make a cup of tea for your own tea cup, hold up the tea cup in your hand and look at a portrait of a girl on the opposite wall and said softly: "Clean heart, drink tea," then picked up the teacup and put it in his mouth and took a sip.

Put down the teacup and pick up the scrolls that were placed aside, then take the knife in the knife and put it on your knees. The distance between the sign language knife is always more than one foot.

He just drank tea and read the book quietly. Within half an hour, he had brewed two pots of tea and finished drinking it. Just when he was about to make another third pot of tea, his ear suddenly became more sensitive. He listened to the door a few times, then quickly stood up and walked towards the door.

Not long after, he came back, but his face was full of doubt and he looked worried.

Just as he sat down, he suddenly looked up at the opposite side...

At some point, a smiling man had already sat down on the stool opposite him.

"Who are you," the man asked quickly, his tone full of strength and anger. He knew that the long hair in front of him could be silently not discovered by himself, and that coming to him proved that he was a person who could threaten his life. but the young man in front of him has a similarity to him, that is, he has the same skin, hair and eyes.

This person is Ye Piaoling. He came to find this opponent who had sneaked into his subordinates and took away the last treasure map.

"Hehe, acquaintance," Ye Piaoling smiled: "You are Beidou Qingyun,"

The man nodded, and while he spoke, he placed his hand on the knife on his knee, looking at the person in front of him with a vigilant look on his face.

"The Golden Steel Sutra," he saw clearly along the movements of Beidou Qingyun. Ye Piaoling seemed to have seen something incredible. He read it again and it was the same. Beidou Qingyun was holding the Diamond Sutra.

"Haha, you're really not an ordinary person, it's so hypocritical," Ye Piaoling looked at Beidou Qingyun and said, "Hold Buddhist scriptures in one hand and knife in the other, and drink tea when you are leisurely. You are really good at being a human being. It's hypocritical,"

"Hahaha" Hearing Ye Piaoling's words, Beidou Qingyun raised his head and laughed loudly, and he laughed extremely heroically. He said loudly: "I am hypocritical, am I hypocritical?"

He looked at the person opposite him again, and Ye Piaoling was looking at him playfully: "So what? Today's world is not just me, Beidou Qingyun, who is hypocritical. The whole society is hypocritical, and they are all covered with people. The jackal in human face,"

"Well, it makes sense," said Ye Piaoling. This society has indeed become hypocritical. It pursues fame and fortune, and is intrigue. There is a rare pure land: "Although society is like this, you don't have to,"

"Haha," Beidou Qingyun smiled again after hearing Ye Piaoling's words. He suddenly stopped the smile on his face, and in exchange for a strong murderous intent and violent aura rushed towards Ye Piaoling: "Who are you ,” As he said that, the knife on his knee had already revealed the snow-white blade reflected Ye Piaoling's bright black eyes.

"Plum blossoms, leaves are flying," Ye Piaoling said five words and saw this Chinese man with yellow skin and dark hair on his face full of vicissitudes.
Chapter completed!