Synthetic Summons

Chapter 63 Is Mrs Basso Beautiful?
After removing the slaves, this caravan has about seventy or eighty people.If the opponent and Fang Long were to fight to the death, Fang Long could easily kill the opponent with his soul gun.

But the other party will definitely not fight Fang Long to death. If the casualties are too large, these people will definitely flee in all directions.In this way, it became difficult for Fang Long to kill all the caravan members.

And once someone escapes, maybe they will guess the attack method of Fang Long's soul gun.And if someone among them knew about the 20 reward in the underground world, there would be no reason why they would not accept the reward...

Although this probability is not high, Qianlong does not want to take risks without absolute strength.

"That is to say, once you use the soul gun, you must ensure that the opponent does not run away alone. Or don't let the opponent connect the attack method of using the 'soul gun' with the attack method of the assassin on the bounty." Fang Long raised the corner of his mouth, This camp is full of Tier [-] or Tier [-] professionals, not even Tier [-] Silver-level professionals.

Then find a way to create an opportunity to wipe out the other party in one fell swoop without escaping a living!

So although it is a little difficult, it can be done.

At this time, the bearded man had successfully changed his face and walked back with a big smile.

"Haha, little brother, you have to wait a long time, the food will be served soon." The bearded man opened the tent and walked in with a big smile.

He was still thinking about how to stabilize the boy, and even imagined in his mind how he would turn the boy into a slave, and then train him day and night.Finally, send him to Mrs. Basso, when his career will flourish, and his success will be just around the corner!

Thinking of this, his mouth is watering.

However, when he entered the tent, he saw the boy staring at him with a strange smile on his face.

"Little brother, what's the matter?" the bearded man wondered.

"Mrs. Basso, are you pretty?" Fang Long asked suddenly.

The bearded man was startled suddenly, Fang Long's words were like a wave of cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the chill rushed to his whole body for a moment, the bearded man seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar!
How could the boy in front of him know Mrs. Basso?Why would he ask such a question?
For a moment, the bearded man thought about many things in his brain, and his whole brain seemed to be shutting down.

At the moment when the bearded man was stunned, Fang Long stomped on his footsteps, and immediately launched a burst of walking.

The bearded man only felt the scenery in front of him move, but the boy disappeared out of thin air.

No, I kicked the iron plate!The bearded man was shocked.Originally, he thought that the young man was thin and weak, and his body was not strong, nor did he have any magic power fluctuations, so he thought he was an ordinary young man.But now a fool can see that this boy is not an ordinary person at all.

"Although it doesn't seem easy, you are only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, so how strong can you be!" the bearded man roared, emboldened for himself.At the same time, he stretched out his hand towards his waist, intending to pull out the treasured sword in his waist.

This treasured sword has been with him for many years, helping him through countless crises.He believed that this time would be no exception!
As long as he holds the treasured sword, even if the young man is not an ordinary person, he will kill the young man under the sword.

However, there was a hand that was faster than him, holding the treasured knife at his waist one step ahead of him.

The treasured sword on the waist of the bearded man was unsheathed with a 'smack' sound.

The knife is two feet long, the body is as bright as a mirror, and the cold air is pressing. It is definitely a good knife!

The pores of the bearded man stood up, and goose bumps covered his whole body.The next moment, the good knife that had been with him for many years was resting on his shoulder, and the blade was as cold as winter.

The bearded man didn't dare to move at once, the boy's speed was too fast.Not only the spell like teleportation, but also the shooting speed is not something he can match.

"Little brother, forgive me, I know I was wrong..." The bearded man immediately knew that the other party was not his match, so he yelled.

His roar was firstly to beg for mercy, and secondly, he wanted to use this loud roar to inform the other brothers of the Thorn Sword Caravan to come to help.

He was only halfway through shouting, and a sharp knife light had already slipped through his throat quietly.The cold blade slit his throat and windpipe.

Blood spurted out, and the bearded man tightly covered his throat with his hands, but he couldn't stop the blood rushing out.

No, it's impossible.My throat was actually slit?How could this young man be so quick and quick? He doesn't look like a young man at all... On the contrary, he looks more like a murderous executioner!
He opened his mouth wide, but could not utter a word.His eyes widened, and he finally fell to the ground unwillingly.

For such a ruthless young man, his beard really hit the iron plate this time.And this collision was a smashing body, and there was no room for turning over.

Fang Long flicked away the blood beads on the knife, and laughed.

"Fang Long, it's too cruel." The little goblin raised his head and said 'so cruel', but looked at the bearded corpse with interest.

To be honest, when she saw the bearded corpse, she always had the illusion that 'Fang Long' was hacked to death and fell to the ground.First impressions are very important when interacting with people.The first impression of Fang Long in the goblin's mind was the 'big beard' squatting in front of the cauldron.

Fang Long stuffed the goblin's head back into his clothes: "Yaoyao, be good, don't come out next, it will be very dangerous."

"Okay, Fang Long, you have to be careful yourself." The little goblin was very obedient, shrank into Fang Long's clothes, and said in a muffled voice.

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The cry before the bearded man died was actually Fang Long deliberately leaving time for him to yell.Otherwise, Fang Long would be able to headshot him with just one shot.

His roar immediately attracted several caravan members near the tent.As soon as they heard their big pot head screaming, they immediately felt that the situation was not good.

The five caravan members held the weapons in their hands, made gestures and walked towards the camp of the cauldron head.

"Big pot head..." After approaching the tent, one of the caravan members called out.

It's a pity that their cauldron head is dead, and they can only burn paper if they have something to do. He can no longer hear the cry, and he can't respond.

not good!The five caravan members glanced at each other, and then a member holding a long weapon opened the curtain of the tent with the weapon, and the other members looked up into the tent.

Inside the tent, the big pot head opened his eyes angrily, covered his throat with his hands, and fell to the ground, blood splashed all over the ground, obviously the dead could not die anymore!

"Daguotou!" The five members quickly rushed into the tent and surrounded Daguotou.

One of them squatted down and stretched out his hand towards Daguotou's nose, wanting to confirm the breath of Daguotou.

After a while, the member turned pale, raised his head and shook his head with a wry smile.The cauldron had died—in fact, he hadn’t lost his breath and he couldn’t be saved. His throat was cut open like a chicken, and the blood was scattered all over the place.

"Where's the murderer?" The other four members stared into the tent with wide eyes, and the tent was obviously intact - which meant that no one broke the tent to escape.But just now, the five of them were nearby, and no one was seen coming out of the tent, which meant that the killer was still inside the tent!

"Search!" The five roared and started searching in the tent of Daguotou.

There is only a bed, a table and chairs in the tent, so there is not much room to hide.The five people searched the entire tent but did not find the killer.

"How is it possible? The murderer must still be here. Could it be that the murderer knows the invisibility technique?" The five caravan members asked angrily. The effect of the cauldron on the caravan is obvious. keep going.

But they almost rummaged through the three corpses, but they couldn't find the murderer—unless the murderer can be invisible or use space magic, it's impossible to find it!
Suddenly, a member standing by the bed screamed, and a sharp knife passed through his chest from behind, pierced his chest, and pierced his heart.

This knife is shining brightly, it is actually the treasured knife of Daguotou!It's an assassin, and the assassin is actually still in the room.

"How is this possible? Didn't I search the bed carefully? There is no one there. Where is this assassin hiding?" Before the member died, his face was full of disbelief...

(End of this chapter)