Thriller Paradise Chapter 1249: Sword God 1 laugh (5)

"This poor master..." Just as Fang was shocked, a man's voice sounded beside him, "Your sword seems to be unusual."

When Fang Jinxun turned his head, his blood was cold.

Until the moment the words sounded, he didn't even notice anyone approaching.

However, when he looked back, he found that there were already two more people at the table in front of him.

The dressing of these two people is quite ordinary, and they seem to be around twenty-five years old, but at most thirty.

The people around, including the owner of the tea shop... didn't realize when these two people showed up, as if... they were sitting there from the beginning.

"Two..." Fang Jin is a powerful character after all. Even though he is secretly surprised, he can still calm down on the surface, "Do we know each other?"

This question is actually a nonsense.

But sometimes, nonsense also makes sense.

It can give you time to think, it can help you test the reaction of the other person, and it can also be used to avoid the last question the other person asked.

"I don't know." [Sashimi] looked at Fang Jin with his slightly dull expression, and then said, "But I think, since everyone is sitting together, we might as well know each other."

"Huh...Okay." Fang Jin sneered and said, "My name is Fang Jin."

He only said his own name, and didn't reveal anything else, and he didn't even use the humility such as "Zai Xia, I am".

"My name is fish slices." Sashimi didn't report his complete game nickname. Even if the system would help him correct the sense of violation of that word in the npc consciousness, he himself felt weird.

"Hiccups...under the [Mengjing Zen]." At this time, Brother Zen, who had been drinking "bring your own wine" beside him, gave a timely burp and carried a full hiccup.

Fang Jin's gaze swept across the faces of the two again, and then he said in his heart: "Yu Li...Meng Jingchan...Um...I haven't heard of it..."

Although Fang Jin is not a member of the arena, he knows everything in the arena very well. If there is a master in the younger generation who can approach him quietly, he will at least know the other's name.

"So...Brother Yu, Brother Meng..." Fang thought for a few seconds, and asked, "I won't go around with the two of you, may I ask... You came to me, why?"

"A few small things." The sashimi continued. "One..." As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the woman with double knives who had been traveling further and further on the road. "...If I didn't guess wrong... Brother Fang has noticed that she is not an ordinary person, and deliberately stepped forward to test..." He paused, "The two of us came over, mainly to persuade you...no."

"Oh?" Fang Jin raised his eyebrows, "So...you know her?"

"Recognized." Sashimi said.

"Who is she?" Fang Jin asked again.

"The one who came to grab the sword score." Sashimi said.

"There are many people who come to grab the sword score." Fang Jin said.

"A lot." Sashimi said.

"How is she different?" Fang Jin asked.

As soon as the words came out, and the sashimi hadn't responded, Meng Jing Chan put on his slightly drunk expression, and then said as if jokingly: "Brother Fang, are there many people who can kill you in this town?"

Fang Jin was not angry when he was asked such a question. Not only was he not angry, but his attitude became more calm: "Not much."

"Hmm..." Meng Jingchan nodded, took a sip of the white wine he had brought with him, "It has become more now."

"You mean...she can kill me?" When Fang Jin asked this question, the woman's back had disappeared on the road.

"Yes." Meng Jingchan said with a smile, "It's not only her, but we can also." He said, and with a very relaxed gesture, he pointed his finger at himself and the sashimi.

This may be a joke in the eyes of a modern person, but it is undoubtedly a very serious provocation when it falls in the ears of people in the martial arts.

"Oh?" Fang Jin is also a martial artist. Hearing this, his blood surged.

Just a little bit... he just said the half sentence "Or let's try" at the back.

But the sashimi grabbed him before him and quickly said: "Brother Fang, don't want to get angry. My Zen brother is a drunkard. He has no words and doesn't mean to offend you."

When Fang Jin heard the words, the expression on his face changed several times, and after about five seconds of silence, he snorted: "Huh...just..."

It may not be obvious to others, but the sashimi that uses "listening" as a housekeeping skill is clearly the mental activity of the other party's talent.

In those five seconds, Fang Jin thought of a very important thing-since these two people can approach this distance without him observing, and sit down safely, then kill him... …It’s not difficult indeed.

Don't say anything else, as long as the two silently put some poison in Fang Jin's tea bowl, then he might already be dead.

Thinking of this, reason, overcomes the impulse for a while...

Fang's thoughts and thoughts, including his previous reactions when the woman with double knives appeared, will all be reflected in his heartbeat, breathing, pulse, eyes and other subtle physical signs.

And these... without exception, they are nothing more than the eyes and ears of sashimi.

The two masters of Order are the first group of players who came to Linlu Town; the experienced two were not eager to enter the town to explore, but stayed near the main road at the entrance of the town, waiting for the rabbit and quietly. Observed.

They know very well...the player is their opponent and the only target they need to be vigilant and pay attention to.

As for the npc with special functions like Fang Fang, it is a resource that can be utilized...

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The words are divided into two ends, and then look at the other side of the town.

A remote place.

An empty alley.

Two people, standing face to face.

He, with a sword.

He also carries a sword.

He is a well-known swordsman in the arena, a cotton Taoist.

And he is just "Zhang San", a passerby who will never take a second look when walking in the crowd.

"Daoist, you and I never know each other, so why cut me here?" That's what Zhang San asked, but the tone of what Zhang San asked didn't seem to be facing a "no acquaintance." "People.

"Legend..." The Miandao man didn't care about Zhang San's words. He preached to himself, "In the martial arts, there is a mysterious killer. No one has seen his real looks or heard of him. No one knows how old he is or how old he is in martial arts. What is certain is...every time he appears, he will become another person, and it is difficult to tell even the close relatives of that person. True or false."

Mian Taoist said here, he paused: "To be honest, Pang Dao never imagined that he would encounter the most mysterious and terrifying killer in the martial arts..."Mirror" at this time and place."

"Oh?" Mirror sneered, "Then I am curious...Since even the close relatives around other people can't tell the truth from the false, how do you see...I am the "Mirror"? "

"Coincidence." The Cotton Taoist returned only two words.

Two words are enough.

Mirror thought for a while and said, "Do you know Zhang San?"

"Yes." Cotton Road humane.

"Who are you?" Mirror said.

"He is my benefactor." Cotton Road humane.

"A hunter in the mountains is your benefactor?" Jing asked suspiciously.

"People always have bad luck." The Taoist said again.

"Understood..." Jing didn't need to ask more details about that aspect. He turned to ask, "Then how do you see that I am a fake?"

"It's very simple." Cotton Taoist replied, "In order to repay Zhang San for his life-saving grace, I once passed a set of unique inner strength methods to him."

"But I... don't have that kind of internal power." Jing continued.

"No." The Cotton Daoist also said.

"And my look and voice... are the same as Zhang San." Jing continued.

"It's exactly the same." Cotton Road humane.

"Couldn't I be his twin brother?" Jing asked.

"Even if it is a twin brother, it is impossible to walk in the same posture." Miandao said humanely.

"You haven't thought about it... Maybe Zhang San lost the inner strength you passed on to him for some reason?" Jing asked again~IndoMTL.com~Think about it. "Mian Dao Rendao," but that doesn't explain how this'Zhang San' is related to Wang Qiong. "

"Haha...that's how it is." Jing smiled, "You have been monitoring Wang Qiong's residence in secret all the time..."

"Exactly." The Mian Daoist admitted it frankly, "So, when I saw a person who did not have my unique internal skills, who was exactly like Zhang San appeared, I knew...Zhang San is dead, and the person in front of me is...you."

"Um...this is a coincidence." Jing nodded, "I didn't expect... an ordinary hunter would recognize the Cotton Daoist, and he also carried a kind of internal power that I couldn't detect."

"Why is it Zhang San?" When asked this question, Mian Dao Ren's expression was cold and his voice was colder, "Does his identity have special value?"

"Haha..." Mirror smiled, "'Nothing special', that's where its value lies." He whispered, "It's very dangerous to incarnate into those'special people', only in the task I only do that when I need it; and most of the other times, I live under the status of'Zhang San','Li Si', and'Wang Wu'." He continued triumphantly, "Hidden in the woods" You should understand the truth, right? So, with an identity like'Zhang San'... I will keep a dozen of them at any time."

At this point, the mirror paused for a few seconds, and then said: "Hehe... But, judging from the current situation, the next time I'take' this status, I have to be more careful."

"You have no next time." At this moment, the murderous and sword aura of the Daoist Cotton came over with the voice.

"Hehe...really?" The mirror was still laughing, laughing very relaxed; the next second, his voice suddenly changed and became the voice of a cotton Taoist, "Then I can only ask the chief ……Thanks a lot…" (To be continued.)