"Just this assassin? One person actually killed here. Humph! What do the people inside and outside the palace do! This one person killed hundreds of guards. Call the commander of the guards Xu Liang over and I want to ask him if he wants his head..." A rich and resonant male voice cursed angrily on the 300th floor, but his eyes were still looking at the bloody man not far from his feet.
"Your Majesty, be careful with the dragon body, don't let this lunatic get to you," the minister next to him said worriedly.
The called assassin looked at the smaller wound on his body, which was just a scratch. The deeper one was still gurgling with blood. Perhaps he had been rushing in tirelessly, causing the blood to flow with heat and unknown bones and flesh. He muttered in his mouth: Twenty-two knives, twenty-three knives, twenty-four, oh~ any incompetent person will not take good care of his knives, and they will break on someone when he cuts someone. Forget it, I probably won't be able to go out today. Let's see if we can take one away. I even forgot which knife this was! "
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
