Assassin

She is the most brutal, ruthless and ruthless assassin in Feng Qinglou. He is the most treacherous, ruthless and unpredictable Prince of the Killing God in the Central Plains Continent. She was supposed to be seeking revenge and revenge in the world of martial arts, but instead she was sent into a dark and cunning court by his own hands. He was making chess moves from a distance, smiling as he watched her killing everyone in the court. Major General's provocation? Kill! Bribery of courtiers? Kill! Neighboring countries come to war? Kill! She carried thousands of armors and was full of killing blows, destroying the enemy along the way and beheading the golden and iron horses. In the end, she finally pointed the tip of the cold white sword at him. "I will surpass you." Her tone was deep and her eyes were cold. Beyond you. Defeat you. Kill you. Once you make a promise, you will devote yourself to planning. Lead thousands of troops and destroy the princes. She holds a thin-winged dagger in her hand, wears a moon-white robe, walks in blood every step of the way, and is the regent. Blue sky, Fenghou day. She turned around slowly in front of the majestic imperial city, her dark eyes reflecting his smiling face. "Why don't we make a bet?" She pointed towards the distance in the Central Plains, "Bet on whether the world belongs to you or to me!" Assassins walk at night, and ghosts seek their lives. Once the killing god appears, all bones will wither. Let's see, whether she destroyed him first or he accepted her first. [The following is a small theater of love and killing] ----Fat and Thin in Small Theater---- A certain prince frowned: "You are too thin. My hands hurt when I hugged you yesterday." A certain assassin blushed and became furious: "You fool..." Before he could finish his words, he was hugged and kissed, "I like it even if your hands are touched." ----Shyness in Small Theater---- One day, the guard stared at the appearance of a certain prince and exclaimed: "Master, why is the hem of your clothes torn?! Why are there teeth marks on your neck?! Ah! I understand, you have been abused by your wife again, right?" A small stone flew from the sky and hit His Highness the Crown Prince's head. In the darkness, a certain assassin gritted his teeth: Why don't you tell your bodyguard to shut up? ! "Hey, Master, why did Madam hit you with a stone?" The guard blinked. "Oh, it's okay," a certain prince who had his head smashed out said calmly, "She's shy." [This article is one-on-one, strong, clean physically and mentally, welcome to enter]