"Ten minutes, if you don't leave, you'll die here!"

Duke Shalander had never heard a word from a boy. Who knew that the first time he heard what the boy said was so murderous. He was not like he said it from a seemingly thin young man, but he was so mature and cold. But for some reason, Duke Shalander had to admit that the boy's voice was very nice.

It still has a hint of childishness, freshness gives people a refreshing feeling. Although the tone is not strong and the common word for Jade Continent is also very bad, there is one thing that has to be admitted, that is, the tone of the boy is so firm and extremely powerful. It even gives people a tone that is unquestionable. It seems that doubting the boy is like questioning a emperor, very wonderful.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the boy casually lit the table. The assassin still tried to assassinate again, but still didn't rush in at all. He just ran a few steps, but the closest one rushed closer to the range five meters away from the Duke, and then thumped on the ground and stiffened there.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

The black-haired boy drank the black tea with his left hand and his index finger on his right hand beat the table in a normal and rhythmic manner. The sound of the calculating clang seemed to be calculating the time when the god of death was approaching, and inexplicably made people start to get nervous. But, the black-haired boy's expression remained unchanged and he still looked so relaxed.

Ten minutes have passed!

The assassin was still persistent and did not leave, and at the same time he was praying that the boy just now was just threatening everyone. However, things did not happen like this, and the boy seemed to finally wait and looked at everyone with disdain. Then, the assassins suddenly felt a strong sense of stiffness appearing on them. As if they were completely paralyzed, then, a feeling of all their strength disappearing appeared on them.

Plop...Plop...Plop...

As if the sound of a stone plunged into the water surface, there was no sign of the boy's movement. All the assassins began to fall softly to the ground one by one. As if all the strength had been drained, except for the eyes that were still looking at the boy just now, all the strength of the little fingers had disappeared.

"What a stubborn bull. I have to waste my only bottle of sad and refreshing breeze before I can be honest! Damn, this time I'm really losing a lot!"

The boy used something that the Duke of Shaland didn't understand at all. After talking a little, he stood up with a knife that cuts the steak. Looking at his unhappy and indifferent expression, the Duke of Shaland had already begun to guess what the boy was going to do. However, he never expected that the next thing would develop like this.

As if with great resentment, the boy walked to the soft assassin, squatted down slightly, looked at you and looked at me with the assassin, and stared at each other for two or three minutes. Suddenly, the boy showed a happy smile on his face, and then stabbed the knife in his hand ruthlessly.

One knife, two knife, three knife!

It seemed that the gust knife was very unskilled. After the boy stabbed the assassin for seventeen or eighteen times, he stabbed the assassin and died with his eyes open. Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked to another assassin and continued to kill more than ten times to eliminate the assassin. Looking at his extremely weak attack power, it was simply doubtful that this guy's body was so weak.

After stabbing a few people, a layer of sweat began to spread on the boy's forehead. He shook his head helplessly and distressedly, stood up and hooked his hand at the duke, and said, "Come here to help!"

The duke immediately showed a laughing and crying expression. The boy was so weird. Not to mention his attacks, his body was so weak. Oh my God, Duke Sandra could swear that he had grown up so big that he had almost never seen a guy who was so weak.

However, he felt that he could not help this guy. Because it was too suspicious that if this kid killed all these people, would he be exhausted like this? So, Duke Sandland was about to help, but suddenly realized that he could not move. His body was as weak as he was, and he could not raise any strength on his body.

The black-haired boy finally discovered this situation and did not show any embarrassment. He walked to Duke Sandra, took out a bottle, opened the lid and put it under Duke Sandra, and immediately a spicy stench was breathed in.

Duke Sandland immediately coughed with a choking, but miraculously, he recovered his strength.

He looked at the black-haired boy in surprise and saw that after the boy used his wives, concubines and children one by one, his family immediately coughed and recovered.

The son of the duke who recovered immediately jumped up angrily, looking at the assassin who had already reached the point of being soft, pulled out the sword at his waist, and walked over with a powerful force. While cursing, he raised the sword in his hand and stabbed one to death. Judging from the movements, it was much more flexible than the black-haired boy.

Duke Sandland's eyebrows couldn't help but frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a little displeasure on his expression. Then he secretly glanced at the black-haired boy with a faint sneer on his face, looking at all this with disdain. There was no stopping, nor indulging. Everything was so weird and so calm. It was like facing a very insignificant thing, his eyes were like a bystander, full of countless mysteries.

However, one thing is admitted that the Duke's son killed people much faster than the young man. Look at the action, one sword, dozens of assassins, and in a short while, they were slaughtered by the Duke's son. At this time, the strange assassination operation ended with a slash. Everything was so weird that it was a bit too much.

But one thing is certain. Duke Shalander knew that the black-haired boy who saved his family and his life was the one who saved his life. Therefore, in order to express his wish to show that the young man who was the master to save his life, Duke Shalander immediately walked over a few steps and said politely to the boy: "Sir, thank you for saving me."

It was the crappy Emerald Continental common term again. The boy seemed to be very difficult to say and said, "No, you save my life, I'm just paying your life!"

When Duke Shaland heard the boy say this, he didn't know how to answer for a while. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Sir, please respect your surname?"

"Wanxiang!"

As he said that, the boy seemed to think there was no danger, and turned around slightly and left as if nothing had happened.

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Chapter completed!