"Although Temujin is invincible on the battlefield, I have never heard that he is a peerless master..." Xiao Zhao fell into deep thought, but her experience in the Central Plains made her know that there is nothing impossible in this world. After all, she witnessed it with her own eyes. The talented masters of the past dynasties have practiced for decades to achieve the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth. The young master only took half a day to practice all of them. Since then, she has begun to believe in the word "miracle".
"Master, now our sect has been defeated in a row, and we have organized no less than a thousand operations to assassinate Temujin, but all ended in failure without exception. The masters in the sect have suffered heavy losses. Now, the only thing we can do is to invite the 'Old Man of the Mountain' to come out of the mountain." The leader in black said tentatively.
As soon as this remark came out, the temperature of the whole room seemed to drop a few degrees. The old man in the mountain is a taboo. Killers are divided into second-rate killers, first-rate killers, top killers, ace killers, and so on. Because of the high risks in this industry, the top ten often change their names, and the competition for the first place is even more fierce, but no matter how many people compete for the title of the world's number one killer, everyone knows in their hearts that there is someone above this, No, there is another god, that is the "King of Killers" recognized by everyone for hundreds of years, Huo Shan, who is known as the old man in the mountain.
Decades ago, the whole of the West trembled for this name, because no matter if it was a lord of a small country or a monarch of a big country, as long as he caught his eye, he would definitely die. Western countries eliminated countless armies and masters wanted to capture him, but unfortunately they all failed, and instead caused heavy casualties. In the end, the countries had no choice but to offer a sky-high bounty for his head, but everyone knew it was a joke. Which killer would dare to assassinate the King of Killers? The countries listing this bounty is just a fig leaf to show that they have not given up.
A few years later, Huo Shan never took any action himself, but specially trained a killer organization, that is, the Assassins who made the Western world fearful.
All these killers possessed unique skills and used all means to achieve their goals, taking the heads of the city lords of the western countries one after another. On the contrary, Huo Shan gradually disappeared behind the scenes, making some young people forget his existence.
"An old man in the mountain..." Xiao Zhao shook his head, "Elder Huo is our last trump card, we must not bother him until the last moment."
Huo Shan has a respected status in the Ming Cult. Although he is an elder in name, he is more honorable than the status of the leader in many cases. Xiao Zhao is not even sure whether he can be hired. After all, he was able to ascend to the position of leader at the beginning. He secretly resisted all opinions.
"But we have reached the last step now." The leader of the man in black said bitterly. About a year ago, they successfully stabbed Xu Liewu, the coach of the Mongolian Western Expedition, to serious injuries. The Mongolian offensive has indeed subsided a lot, but They hadn't been happy for a long time, but Temujin suddenly brought a more powerful army over. The whole journey was like a broken bamboo, and he forcibly broke through the layers of defenses of the vast mountains. The Mongolian army has already broken through the eagle's nest. If so, the main altar is also in jeopardy. I don't know how long it can last
Even the most optimistic person knows that at most they can last another year or two, and if they are unlucky, they may not last a year.
"Don't worry, I just received the secret message from my mother. Her plan in the Kingdom of Jin is almost successful, and she will soon be able to help us attack the rear of Mongolia." Thinking of his mother, Xiao Zhao finally revealed a trace of the past in his eyes. girlish love.
"Where is the Dragon King?" The eyes of many people kneeling below flashed with hope, and everyone looked excited.
"Okay, let's stick to it, and we are going to beat back the Mongols!"
"Ming Wang bless you, Ming Wang bless you!"
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A group of people rekindled their fighting spirit, but it was a pity that Persia and the Central Plains were separated by thousands of miles, and there must be a delay of several months or even half a year in the transmission of information back and forth. They didn't know that Dai Qisi was having a headache to cope with the Northern Expedition of the Southern Song Dynasty, and was unable to attack Mongolia at all...
In the Daxing Mansion thousands of miles away, Dai Qisi gave Song Qingshu a general introduction to the current situation, and then asked: "Let me take you into the palace, let's discuss how to deal with it, not to mention that Gebi and Wanyanping have been thinking about it for a long time. you."
Song Qingshu leaned over to her side and smiled: "I wonder if the Dragon King wants to come down?"
"Missing you big-headed ghost!" Dai Qisi was also very depressed, remembering that when she was the Zishan Dragon King in the entire Guangming Peak, no one from the Ming Cult heroes dared to show disrespect to her, let alone the tone of the play; after walking It's not that Jianghu has never met someone who has no eyes, but immediately makes the other party unable to see the sun of the next day. But now she is being molested by a younger man in various ways but powerless, this feeling really makes her heart choke.
Song Qingshu didn't care so much, he naturally hugged her soft waist, and put half of her body in his arms.
Dai Qisi rested her forehead with one hand. She was also a glamorous female devil who was well-known in the world, but now she has become like her forbidden scorpion.
Thanks to her not being a big-chested and brainless person, she quickly thought of a way, and said in a cold voice: "I'm going out right now, you want to wait until the guards outside see Tang Kuobian hugging a big man so affectionately together?"
While talking, she put on Tang Kuobian's mask again, and deliberately used the beard on the mask to pierce the other's cheek.
Seeing that the glamorous and refined Zishan Dragon King instantly turned into a big man with cheeks, Song Qingshu felt a chill, and subconsciously let go of his hand, and even took a few steps back to gain enough distance.
Seeing the other party's turbulent face, the Zishan Dragon King under the mask showed a happy smile, and then waved: "Go, I will take you into the palace!"
Hearing that her voice became rough, Song Qingshu shuddered, and hurriedly expelled some images from his mind, so as not to create any shadows in the future.
In a flash, she appeared directly in front of the Zishan Dragon King, took off her mask, and Song Qingshu said depressedly: "Since I'm back, let me pretend to be Tang Kuobian, and you wear this mask to cover your peerless beauty." It’s just too reckless.”
Although she had heard countless people praise her beauty, with Song Qingshu's approval, the corners of Dai Qisi's mouth still turned up slightly.
It's a pity that she hadn't finished being happy when she heard Song Qingshu's next sentence: "Take off your clothes."
"What do you mean?" Dai Qisi subconsciously covered her neckline and looked at him vigilantly. Although the two had physical contact, she was still that glamorous woman in her bones, not to mention that the two had been separated for several months. Forget everything that happened before.
"I just asked you to change Tang Kuobian's clothes to mine." Seeing her reaction so fiercely, Song Qingshu was immediately dissatisfied, "Besides, you are my woman, so if I ask you to take off your clothes, why so much! "
Dai Qisi replied in a cold voice: "I am not your woman, I just... just... You promised to help the Persian Mingjiao deal with Mongolia, so I stayed by your side, but at present, it seems that your promise to me has not yet been fulfilled." There's no sign of it."
Mongolia was like the sword of Damocles hanging above his head, and Song Qingshu's mood became a little heavy: "It's just that I can't spare my hands yet. Don't worry, I'm more anxious to deal with Mongolia than you."
Thinking of the grassland empire that swept everything in history, Song Qingshu felt the pressure rise sharply.
"Okay, before you start dealing with Mongolia, don't...don't touch me again." Dai Qisi's icy and stunning face flashed a faint blush.