"I'm convinced, completely convinced. I didn't expect that Lord Zhebe, who has always been calm, would have such a shocking love!"

Love expert Yang Jiucheng was so impressed that he was so arrogant. It was really exaggerating, but it was a huge thing.

Zhe shouldn't be straightforward enough, he knew it. Sooner or later, it would be better to confess yourself, and laugh enough at one time if you want to laugh.

...It's just that exaggerated?

Caesar patted Zhebi's shoulder hard, "Well done well, someone will take care of him in the future!"

Zhebe nodded understandingly, and Zhebe relived love, and felt a sense of vitality.

For the sake of sages, everyone naturally had to celebrate it. It was just a personal nature and didn't want to make the city full of storms for the time being. After all, Elaine was still a student in his name.

"I didn't expect that Lord Zhebe is really a real person who doesn't show his appearance. He usually looks honest and thinks he is different from Jiuzheng and the others. It turns out that he is hidden in depth!"

Hand-made novels, hand-made novels, text-made novels, all in

Yang Jingyi's words immediately made everyone's faces blush.

"Sister, give me some face, if I'm very dedicated!"

Yang Jiuzhen refuted that he was the master who claimed to be a love saint all day long.

"You can even go up a tree, and while staying there, my dad is talking in my ears all day, you can take one back seriously if you have time!"

"Ahem, sister,... Forget it, ignore the old man, I'm still young and can't give up the whole forest for a tree."

Yang Jiubing wanted to say that I was not married, but I swallowed it back halfway through the conversation. How could he not understand his sister’s feelings? Unfortunately, many things are hard to explain.

Looking at Zhebe's glorious face, Caesar was also very pleased. It seemed that the sea god had not forgotten his brother. He needed a new relationship. It can be seen that Zhebe liked her very much, and Elaine, the little girl, also liked Zhebe. Whether it was worship or other reasons, this was always a good start.

I couldn't help but think of myself. Zhebo could choose the woman he liked and just do whatever he wanted, but he couldn't. After he became a prince, the gap between him and Alina became deeper. Perhaps the sea clan could accept an ordinary human being, but a human prince would have the problem to the opposition between the two major races, which was even more difficult.

The only choice is that he can be powerful to Maya one day, and no one dares to oppose him anymore. Both the sea tribe and humans will bless them.

And now, what Caesar wants to do is to bless the philosopher.

I don't know when Zhe came to Caesar, "You've done a good job, everything will be fine, and one day Maya will be at your feet!"

Caesar smiled confidently, "Haha, it seems that men in love are different. They can comfort people, brothers, have to have a good drink."

The two walked towards everyone with their arms around each other.

At this time, Xile, the capital of adventurers, can now be called the capital of sin. The exhibition of such places is extremely rapid, especially the foundation itself, and the four kings brought a lot of wealth, which became more unscrupulous than before.

"What an evil city, God, praise you. Its beauty can only show your stupidity!"

Shakespeare entered the city with a fan. His clothes were a little dirty and the fan was a little torn, but he was still in good spirits. Shakespeare walked into a dilapidated building.

With a giggle, the door opened, but it almost fell.

"*, what's the point of breaking the ball? I almost hit me!"

The dilapidated building looked like a tavern, but it didn't look like it. It was really dark, and there were only three or two kittens inside, which was not a good thing at first glance. They all seemed to crawl out of a coffin. Although Shakespeare was very arrogant, these people glanced at him coldly and stared at their table without saying a word.

An old man raised his head from the counter, and the old eyes turned around for a few circles to look at Shakespeare.

"What do you need, sir?"

Shakespeare snapped the fan together, but the fan was broken and it didn't fit. The poet's face was a little embarrassed and he climbed onto the table. "Ahem, I'm here to buy fish. Do you have one here?"

The old man nodded, "We only sell big fish here, not small fish."

"Nonsense, otherwise why am I here? I want to buy big fish, hehe, whales. I wonder if you will sell it?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Open a store and do business. As long as the land is sold, there is nothing we dare not sell!"

"Hehe, old man, don't be so sure. I want to buy this." As he said that, he pointed his finger up, pointed down, and then stretched out a finger.

The old man was slightly shocked, and then stared at Shakespeare. Shakespeare slowly pulled out a bag from his worn-out gown. The bag was not big and could not hold many gold coins, but the bag was very heavy. When the bag was placed on the counter on the table, the hard counter actually cracked a crack.

"Dear guest, please come with me."

The old man did not look at the bag, but looked at Shakespeare respectfully and walked into the inner room with his body hunched over, while Shakespeare waved to the gloomy people, feeling a little like a leader.

"strangeness."

“No one has been in for a long time.”

"A big deal."

"I don't know if I can swallow the underground."

"It's heaven that doesn't fall. If the killer world continues to be silent, there will be no way to survive."

"Yes, our position in the dark world is getting lower and lower!"

If a killer wants to take on business, especially big business, he must do some earth-shaking things, such as assassinating kings, princes, generals, masters of the Holy Land, etc., but the killer world is too sluggish recently. What money can you make by killing some small fish and shrimp? Someone actually came to entrust Tianjida business, how can you not be shocked?

"Is there enough?"

The old man opened the bag and did not hide his desire for treasure at all. "Enough, I wonder which prince you are going to assassinate?"

"Hehe, it's worth the price. There are only three Mayans today, Caesar, Ottoman, and Batet. What I want to kill is... Ottoman, haha."

Shakespeare likes to see the old man’s nervous look very much. It’s so interesting to see people who like to play deeply nervously.

"Dear guests, this deal needs to be reported to the upper limit, not something that can be decided by individuals, and even if we agree, our confidence in success is only in the 50% or 50%."

If there is the most honest person in this world, it is definitely not the Adventurer Guild, but the Killer Guild. Killers only recognize money. When faced with money, they are the most honest servants!

"I know, so I'll consider you that the Time Hand Guild will decline more and more. It's really sad."

"Please rest assured, this is also related to the future of our Killer Guild. We will reply to guests within three days."

"Haha, very good, then I'll wait for you for three days!"

Shakespeare casually stuffed the bag into the worn-out clothes and walked out staggeringly. At the moment of turning around, a cold light burst out from the old man's eyes, but after hesitating for a long time, he was still motionless. When Shakespeare walked out, his whole body was already wet, as if he was ten years old.

But there was no time to fall in love, so I immediately reported to the headquarters to assassinate the Ottoman prince. This was a sky-high transaction, but once it was exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The powerful and proud Ottoman Empire is not easy to mess with, but the Killer Guild has reached a very dangerous situation, while the Adventurer Guild has grown to the extreme. Some people are even too lazy to entrust the guild, and they go directly to the Adventurer Guild to hold some vague assassination cases. Anyway, it is small cases, and the Adventurer Guild is crowded, which is difficult to investigate. If this continues, the Killer Guild will close down? This is also due to the wrong policy in the previous paragraph. Killer should only recognize money but not people. No matter how powerful the target is, as long as you can afford to pay, you will have to kill it!

Once the killer is afraid, is he still a killer?

The old man was a little excited. This was an opportunity and could also be hit with a devastating blow.

Shakespeare did not come out of the door, and no one knew how it disappeared. When it appeared again, it was already eating tofu in the tofu shop.

"Oh, I'm so smart. Why am I so smart?" Shakespeare was eating tofu while staring at the thighs of the beautiful woman selling tofu,... as white as tofu.

But Shakespeare likes black.
Chapter completed!