The next moment, he was already standing in front of that coquettish proprietress Jin Xiangyu.
Jin Xiangyu had a bitter face: "Of course I'm very happy if you come to me to catch up on old times. I don't mind climbing on my bed in the middle of the night. But, this is against the rules..."
Jun Aohan didn't show any expression on his masked face.
"Tell me, to give or not to give?"
She covered her face with her hands and quickly flung a piece of paper on the table.
"Hurry up, don't say you know me in the future!"
A moment later, Jun Aohan appeared in front of Aofeng, holding a portrait in his hand.
"Even if you search the entire Fengyi City, you must find this person for me!"
He said coldly, "It doesn't matter whether you live or die!"
In his heart, he was actually a little nervous.
He hadn't received death threats for a long time.
Especially this time the threat actually came from the Suicide Society!
This mysterious organization spread all over the continent, and I don't know how many helpers there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
What if someone really took over this task this time
If it was changed to before, he would just laugh it off.
Come on, if you want to fight, then fight!
But it's different now.
In his heart, there is already someone he cares about...
He wants to eliminate all dangerous possibilities in the bud.
And he was even more afraid, what if this person couldn't deal with him and turned around to deal with Ye Qingli
"If you can't get a live one, come to me with a dead one!"
The moment Jun Aohan left the Assassin's Guild, in the corner of the hall.
Suddenly, an unremarkable young man stood up.
He was wearing a black coir raincoat and a long hat, so he couldn't see clearly at all.
He picked up the long sword on the table, and soon, his figure disappeared into the hut.
Not long after, on the bulletin board, a mission text that was shining brightly suddenly dimmed.
This also means that someone has already taken this task.
This kind of thing happened countless times every day, and these killers were all used to it.
However, when someone inadvertently glanced at the bulletin board, he immediately screamed.
"That task...someone took it!"
"Looking at you who have never seen the world, what is there to make a fuss about?"
"It's that... the task of killing the ghost king!"
Everyone looked at him in unison.
Sure enough, the text had changed color.
This also means that someone really took on this task!
You know, in Daluo, no one has been able to complete the task of Seven Flames for a long time!
This is something that only a few strong men on this continent can do!
"Who is so cheating?"
"Could it be that the seven flame killers in the legend?"
"Why did they come to Fengyi City!"
Everyone was talking about it, but no one noticed that inconspicuous young man who quietly walked out of the crowd.
He quietly left the killer union, and took off the hat on his head in a place where no one was around.
A head of snow-white long hair fluttered in the wind.
"Could it be the one I've been looking for?"
He read silently in his mouth.
"Don't let me down..."
At this moment, Jun Aohan was standing in Emperor Yun'an's study.
There was an icy aura exuding from his whole body.
Even the surrounding guards all left far away.
Otherwise, they were afraid that they would be torn to pieces by His Highness Ghost King's murderous aura.