This is the best way for a female assassin to approach her sleeping target. She puts her face together, very, very close. If the other party pretends to be asleep, this situation must not be able to hold on.

Regardless of whether the other party is pretending to be asleep or really asleep, if she wakes up with this method, she can have a way to fool it. For example, she can play the privilege of a woman, blush, and lie shamelessly that she likes him. Want to secretly kiss him while he is sleeping.

Men are big trotters. When a woman says something like this, the instant IQ is -999, it can be easily confused.

This is what the female assassin uses now. Her face is getting closer and closer to Robb’s face, until the tips of their noses almost touched each other, and the fragrance she exhaled hit Robb. The heat that Robb breathed also swept across her face.

Keeping such a distance from a member of the opposite sex, no man can continue to pretend to sleep calmly and freely. The female assassin carefully felt the rhythm of Robb's every breath, and found that he was really asleep as smooth as before.

very good! You are dead this time.

The female assassin's hand slowly reached into the tube skirt, and drew out the hidden "lawbreaker dagger", and then, against Robb's neck, she slammed it down!

I thought it must be blood splattered, the neck would be cut at least in half, and the blood would soar a few meters away, staining half of the pool red.

Then Robb would open his eyes and stare at her, with a look of horror in his eyes, but because of the silent effect of the "lawbreaker", he could not make a sound, and then died silently.

However, things were completely different from what she thought. After she stabbed Robb's dagger fiercely in the neck, she didn't feel any contact with the tip of her dagger, and she didn't even feel any resistance. It seemed that what she chopped was not a person's neck, but a cut of air.

The dagger slid across Robb's neck easily. Nothing was cut, no bleeding, no sound of air from the cut-off throat, and no face struggling with horror.

Robb was still asleep, slumbering happily.

The female assassin raised her hand and looked at the dagger in her hand, and then at Robb's neck, she felt an extremely absurd feeling in her heart...

Of course, she is not the first person to have this kind of experience. There was once a two-headed ogre who beat Robb's whole set, all MISS, which was very daunting. There was also a magic swordsman who slashed Robb's entire set, all MISS, and was also surprised.

However, the two-headed ogre has low intelligence, and it's ignorant, so there is no need to ask for an answer. The Magic Swordsman helped Robb find a reason, believing that he flashed past with a very fast identity, so he was logically self-consistent.

But the female assassin is different. She has a normal IQ, not as stupid as a two-headed ogre. And she confirmed that Robb was asleep, and it was impossible to dodge her attack with a very fast body.

She watched her dagger stabbed into Robb's neck, but she didn't even wipe the oily skin. She didn't even feel like stabbing anything, so she took it back inexplicably.

"It's impossible!" The female assassin snorted in her heart: "Damn it."

Swinging the dagger, he pierced Robb's neck fiercely again.

The weird feeling just came again. The daggers passed through the necks of the double Robb, without any sensation of hitting the human body, as if they were caught in the air.

"!"

The female assassin looked at the dagger in her hand, there was no blood on it, and she felt that her whole person was not good.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out at all.

Forget it, don't want to, just hack it.

The female assassin swung the dagger in her hand and stabbed Robb’s neck with a random knife. A dozen knives passed in a flash, and she still felt that no one could hit. She turned to Robb’s heart, and stabbed it down, even she felt it. The kind that hurts, but still can't get anything.

A dozen knives were all slashed with full strength, and she was so tired that she was sweating, but the target didn't even lose a single hair, and she was still sleeping with her eyes closed, looking like she was enjoying herself.

This is very angry, very angry, very angry!

She also knew now that the dagger didn’t have the slightest fart. She took the lawbreaker back into her tube nightdress, sat by the pool, panting, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was at a loss for a while, she didn’t know. What should I do.

Continue to stab?

Have an egg!

Isn't it stabbed?

It is rare that the target sleeps so close in front of him. Is there a better chance of assassination in the world?

But the thorn can't die!

The female assassin stretched both hands and pointed towards the sky, and made a complaint: "Huang Sha! What should I do?"

She grabbed the hair hard, and the long hair that had just been washed and not dried was rubbed into various strange shapes by her. In a short while, she rubbed out a messy henhouse with disheveled hair.

At this moment, Lilian walked out of the church and shouted: "Master, you can go take a bath...Oh, ghost! There are ghosts!"

Lilian screamed and Robb opened his eyes with a brush: "Don't be afraid of Lilian, where is the ghost?"

When he opened his eyes and turned his head, he saw the female assassin sitting very close to him, and the female assassin was wearing a tube nightdress with disheveled hair and black hair covering her face. The two-handed jibs were opened, and the five pointed towards the sky, making a strange look hissing towards the sky.

At midnight, I woke up and saw this thing as soon as I turned my head. Who can stand it?

"I'll fight!" Robb punched it, and the female assassin flew up with a bang on the ground.

Fly, fly, fly, like that red dragonfly flying in the blue sky...

Flew several meters away and hit the ground with a bang. There was thick white snow on the ground. She fell on the snow and suddenly fell into a herringbone embedded in the snow.

Robb said: "Lilly, be good, don't be afraid, the female ghost has been killed by me."

"Oh my God! That's not a female ghost." Two little nuns who had just taken a shower jumped out of the church and shouted anxiously: "It was through the female refugees living in the church. I'm afraid that something will happen with this punch. , Godfather's fists are very heavy, and the treasure chest monsters that hit the precious stones are killed in a few strokes, fast... fast healing..."

"Oops, no, she has died, resurrection technique, quick resurrection technique."

Robb was also taken aback: "What? A female refugee? Why play ghosts to scare people in the middle of the night?"

He actually beat people to death with a punch. This is a serious sin. He quickly threw a resurrection technique. A golden beam of light enveloped the female assassin’s corpse. An archangel with white wings fell from the sky. Bird feathers, scatter bird feathers.

The female assassin sat up, brushing her hands away from her face and messy hair, revealing a beautiful face, with a dazed expression: "What happened just now?"