Unfathomable Doomsday

Chapter 132: Waiter's aesthetics

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Killer, assassin...

Hidden in the darkness and dance with the blade, harvesting the existence of life.

Latent, hidden, and one hit, this is their code of conduct.

As long as the dagger is in the hand, in the shadow behind the light, there is their figure.

The mourners are undoubtedly the top presence of the assassins, and the targets they are targeting, no one can survive...".

No one can refuse the death given.

As long as the sharp things are held in the hand, everything can be cut off!

In short, the task of the Assassin is roughly the above points...

Then. "Now, as a host of assassinations on the mainland, one of the top members of the mourners, the famous soy makeup artist is now..."

Holding a small tray, standing next to a girl in a wheelchair.

The makeup artist put the tray on the table in front of the girl, and then the assassin who should have left the knife, put the small silver spoon and silver knife that can be called the weapon in the hand on both sides of the tray. .

At this moment, the assassin has faded his **** clothes, like a loyal old housekeeper. Standing in front of the big lady he served..."

“Oh, oh,” looks very rich: “Xing Luo looked at the variety of foods on the tray that made people appetite, and showed a pleasant smile: “This can be good. Praise you, oh makeup artist. ”

The cold smell of this top killer, and the faint murderous in front of Xing Luo, does not seem to exist.

She couldn't wait to pick up the silver spoon and picked up a cup of brightly colored ice-scented lining. "When the spoonful of ice is pouring into the mouth, her eyes are filled with happiness."

It looks like a pure child.

Although her appearance is like this, her heart should not have been described in terms of pureness...,".

It is not appropriate at all.

And the person standing next to her is an assassin, not a steward who really cares about her life.

So eating ice cream before meals, this should not be the case... As an assassin, he is absolutely not qualified to remind.

Because he is not the parent of the girl who is laughing in front of him... The girl in front of him... is the boss of the assassination organization "The mourner" who made everyone on the road stunned!

The master of the makeup artist!

If you say that I am afraid that everyone will not believe it, the makeup artist seems to only use a knife. It is possible to harvest the fragile life of this physically inconvenient girl.

Only some people will always live in her disguise.

The instinct of 殓 makeup is to surrender.

There is only one problem at the moment, that is, the person standing next to her, or the makeup artist, the loyal dog who serves the owner with one heart and one mind.

It’s a pity that the face makeup artist died a day ago and was killed again today.

"Sure enough, this taste is the best." Star Luo licked his mouth like a real silence in the taste of sweets, do not care about the assassin standing around.

Perhaps because the ice was melting too fast, a small part fell to the other hand of Xingluo, and the small ice dripping on her hand melted.

When Xingluo was thinking about what to do, a white towel was placed on the hand of Xingluo, and the dirt on the small hand of Xingluo was gradually wiped clean.

Xing Luo looked at the cold skull mask along the hand covered in gray-white robes.

I don't know why, she laughed and smiled and smiled.

Without saying anything more, Xingluo continued to enjoy her dinner, the metallurgical steaks of the Jincheng specialty, the special sauces extracted from the underground rock layers, and the salt produced in the South China Sea. The moving scent slowly permeates the room.

Xing Luo was cut with a small silver knife, and the movement was very thin and slow.

The makeup artist waited silently...".

One tall and one short, one sitting and one standing, one assassin and one singer...

The two seem to have a special tacit understanding, and only the tableware can be heard in the room. sound:

In the end, even this crisp sound will disappear...

Star Luo finished eating, her dinner has been fully enjoyed, Xing Luo raised his head and mouth stained with the unknown sauce and slightly picked up, as if waiting for something.

The body of the assassin also moved. The hand that should have used the knife to harvest human life, and not only took out a white paper towel from where..."

Gently, almost to the extent of the touch, wipe the sauce of the star's slightly curled corners to a little bit.

The other party's movements are very skilled...

It seems that I have done this kind of thing many times. I am taking care of the young girl to eat.

This kind of thing is obviously he has done many times. "Very many..., almost has become an instinctive action.

Star Luo seems to know what it is, laughing... Looking at his most familiar men, feeling the feeling on his face.

Really gentle."

After wiping the corner of his mouth, he silently took out the teacup and soaked a pot of hot black tea in front of Xingluo.

After eating ice cream and eating hot food, if you do not drink some hot water, the stomach will be uncomfortable.

He knows that because he is too familiar with all the little girls, the temptation of the ice cream is far greater than the Chinese food:

Ice is tasteless, only cold and cold into the heart, so all the little girls like, all the girls...,

Xingluo picked up the teacup with one hand, and when the finger touched the black tea, the original childish feeling of Xingluo faded forever.

The majesty with black tea is the best way to set off.

The amber scorpion shone with brilliance. After a graceful sip of black tea, she placed it on the table and stared at the man with a metal mask, faintly speaking.

"You...not a makeup artist, if this is my last supper...",

Her smile is still there.

"I am very satisfied."

“It’s amazing:”

Finally, the man spoke up, not the rough and harsh voice of the makeup artist... but the sound that sounded very comfortable.

When Lu Qiu is not excited by blood, he feels when he is calm.

"Don't I think that there is something wrong with my disguise, or do you have the ability to see through it all? Sage Star Locklauer?"

Star Luo listened to the sound of this completely different hands, and I realized that my subordinates might have been fierce.

However, Xing Luo did not want to panic again, just a faint smile.

"Because the makeup artist is an assassin, the assassin will not be so gentle..., I think, this gentleman must have a girl you love very much in your home, can feel it, caress in your hand. When I was on my cheek, it was a lucky child to the gentleness of the girl."

Star Luo said... sigh.

Gentle...

This word is really not suitable for the hands of my hands with blood.

"Well, the boring role-playing game ends here:"

The body of the makeup artist was surrounded by blood, and a moment in the autumn, she stood in front of her.

"However, it is your last dinner that will make you feel satisfied. I am really honored...the great saint."

"Do you know how much about me?"

"All...",

After Star Luo was known about her identity, she still had no representation. She was an excellent pretender, and her inner emotions would never be expressed on her face. Therefore, with this talent, she can stand on the stage and accept people. Attention.

"I should now call you the genius saint Klauer who shocked the world a hundred years ago. Or should you call you the singer of the singer, the star of the singer, who was remembered a year ago? No, I should call you, The soul-changer" touches the taboo, or the hundred-year-old old woman, or the genius singer, who is only 12 years old, has many of your identities, isn't it? ”

Lu Qiu slowly came.

"But I have only one of the most interested identities, that is, Miss Two of the Second Business Family of the Empire, the ruler of the Underground Dark Chamber of Commerce, Star Loven."

In front of Lu Qiu, there is no secret in Xing Luo. As long as there is blood, no one has a secret in front of Lu Qiu.

Whether it is her past and present, as long as she still remembers, Lu Qiu can turn all her memories into her own memories:

"That... what do you want to do? Sir, your dinner, but there is no way to buy the life of a saint." Xingluo also answered Lu Qiu, without any waves, and looked at Lu Qiu under the light. That makes my young soul have some trembling face: "Of course, with Mr. this appearance and temperament, but let the young I feel at ease".

"It's just that you don't agree with the older ones. You are really hard to reincarnate."

Lu Qiu continued to say...

"What I need is your identity as a businessman. If you deal with a businessman, then you must trade it. Isn't it?"

"Oh?" The star-shaped amber scorpion tends to be yellower rather than pale gold, but it still looks very noble. This is the nobleness of a person's soul.

She looked at the road autumn sitting across the round table.

Now Lu Qiu can't have anything to do with the assassin... But she has fancied her childhood dreams~lightnovelpub.net~ invited her to dinner and finally cured her double leg. Let her return to the stage of great attention again.

But Xing Luo knows that this is just a fanatical fantasy... The cost of escaping from the courts of the gods is enormous. Even if she builds a giant money-carrying machine of "mourners," she cannot acquire enough resources to heal. The physical burden of the transformation of one's own soul.

The body is slowly collapsing, and one day her soul will disappear into the world forever. Just as the saints who have escaped from the courts of the gods have paid the price they deserve.

Nothing can heal the body that is going to be necrotic.

Xing Luo understands that only walking in the autumn, the calm and confident smile, but inexplicably gave Xing Luo a sense of expectation.

Lu Qiu took out a glass bottle, the liquid contained in it was pure red, and the red one could no longer find any other color...

These viscous red bursts of huge vitality rolling in the bottle, as if to break through the bottle at any time.

Xingluo was attracted...

She can be sure that the things in this bottle will definitely bring new changes to the body that is about to become necrotic...

What is this? Who is this man? Star Luobo’s face was not shocked, and finally brought a little surprise. (To be continued [This text is provided by the breaking dawn update group @swds all the way]] If you like this work, you are welcome to come (m) to vote for the recommended ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please Read to m.)