world assassin

Chapter 184 Rebels
"Ask him, where did he learn his skills?" Bai Fang said to the man, and after hearing this, the man directly translated to Watanabe.

After listening to the man's translation, Watanabe looked at Bai Fang, and said something indistinctly, and the man looked at Bai Fang with a bit of embarrassment.

"What did he say?" asked White Fang.

"He, he wants to talk to you." The man paused and said.

"Talk about what?"

"He wants to make a deal with you. He can tell you everything, but please don't kill him. He said, as a powerful master like you, you must be a big man who is well-known in the world. Big men can't break their promises. You have to do it in your name." I swear, if you don't kill him, he will tell you everything." After the man finished speaking, he secretly glanced at White Fang, with a worried expression on his face.

"Okay, I swear, I won't kill him, he told me everything." White Fang replied directly.

The man quickly translated Bai Ya's words to Watanabe. After listening to it, Watanabe couldn't understand why he agreed to his conditions so easily. He has been in Daqin for a while, and he knows that some masters in Daqin will use his name He took it very seriously, what they said was water that was poured out, and they all said the same thing, but this person in front of him didn't kill him, which surprised him a little.

After finishing his oath, White Fang said to the man, "Let him talk about him now."

Watanabe stood up straight, squinted, and chirped and croaked with some pride, while the man translated, "He said, he is an expert from Fusang, and in Fusang, only people with status can Learning supernatural powers, he also worked under the king of Asoka, so he learned this good skill, but he said that he didn't learn all the skills. If you meet a real Fusang supernatural power master, you must die a miserable death. ..."

While translating Watanabe's words, the man looked at Bai Fang with some fear, fearing that Bai Fang would be unhappy after hearing this and kill him with a sword.

White Fang listened to the man's translation expressionlessly, showing no emotion or anger.

The more Watanabe talked, the more complacent he became. Seeing that Bai Fang didn't speak, he thought that Bai Fang was afraid, and a smile appeared on his face.

After talking for a while, Watanabe saw that Bai Fang's expression didn't change at all, and he seemed a little bored, so he stopped.

"Did you finish?" Bai Fang looked up at Watanabe, and then asked the man, "Tell him that I won't be afraid even if his master of Fusang's supernatural powers comes. Also, ask him how he came here. I belong to Daqin, it seems that King Ashoka forbade a large number of masters of supernatural powers to come to Daqin."

After hearing this, the man quickly translated to Watanabe.

Hearing Bai Fang's words, Watanabe's expression turned a little ugly, as if hesitating to speak.

Bai Fang waved the sword in his hand, and said to the man, "Let him speak up if he has something to say, otherwise he has violated our agreement. If he violates me, he can kill him. Let him choose."

The man hurriedly told Watanabe what Bai Fang said, and Watanabe's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly explained the reason with a terrified face.

"He, they are Luanbo who defected..." the man who translated was sweating on his head and said falteringly.

"Defect?" Bai Fang nodded, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"Well, he said they defected from King Ashoka's private army." The man nodded quickly.

Standing with his sword in his hand, Bai Fang looked up at Watanabe, who was sweating profusely on his face and trembling all over.

"Since they defected, then this matter has nothing to do with Ashoka. These people are also a group of troubles here." Bai Fang glanced at the living people present and thought in his heart.

Bai Fang pulled out a sword flower from the short sword in his hand, and with two "Pu Pu", Watanabe's limbs were severed.

"Ah" Watanabe let out a scream, the veins on his face were bulging, his face was flushed, his face was twisted, and he looked very painful.

The man who translated was frightened by Bai Fang's hand and immediately sat on the ground, his body trembling like chaff.

"I said I wouldn't kill him. I just cut off his arms and legs. Let him fend for himself. Go away. Don't do evil in the future. If I see you doing evil, you will end up just like them." White Fang turned around and put away He took out the dagger, turned around and left the Daxiong Palace.

The few people who were alive were so frightened that they saw Bai Ya leaving the main hall, regardless of Watanabe's life or death, they rolled and crawled out of the main hall, fleeing for their lives.

As the people fled, only corpses were left in the temple. A strong smell of blood permeated the air, and then there was a feeling of vomiting. The candles in the Daxiong Hall were still burning and beating, but the Buddha The Holy Land has now become Shura Hell.

After Bai Fang left the temple, feeling a little more comfortable, he got up and walked towards the dilapidated village, preparing to spend the night there, and then return to the closed city overnight.

Before White Fang took a few steps, he felt a faint murderous aura.

"Is anyone still alive?" Bai Fang frowned, and glanced at the direction from which the murderous intent came from with a bit of disgust in his heart.

The murderous aura was very weak, if there was any, only masters could achieve such a level, but with Bai Fang's current cultivation, these people were no longer masters in front of him.

Bai Fang was still walking on the dilapidated streets of Huangcheng. In the pitch-black night, his figure merged with the surrounding darkness, like a ghost.

"Om~~~~" There was an inaudible sound of the horizontal knife being unsheathed from a corner.

Bai Fang's ears moved, and his body moved half a step to the side indistinctly, Li Jian was already pulled out in his hand without a sound.

Bai Fang swung his right hand back lightly, Li Jian had already reached a person's throat.

"Slap." A drop of sweat fell on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Bai, White Fang." A trembling voice came from behind him.

Bai Fang turned his wrist, and Li Jian disappeared from his hand. He turned around and looked at the person behind him.

This person was wearing a standard Fuso Ranbo training suit, his face was covered by a black scarf, and only his eyes were exposed.

The man took off the mask, and a hideous scar was shocking.

"Xiao Shilang." Bai Fang looked at the man in front of him, slightly surprised.

"Could it be that Xiao Shilang is the one who stayed in the imperial city? Xiao Shilang defected?" Such a thought flashed across Bai Ya's mind, but only a moment later, Bai Fang denied his idea.

"Little Ishiro was trained by himself. He is absolutely trustworthy to Ashoka's loyal minister. Besides, Ashoka also gave him the supreme official position and rights to rule over all the trained teenagers. He doesn't have to defected to Middle-earth." White Fang shook his head.

Xiao Shilang looked at Bai Ya, and was extremely excited. He spoke a long paragraph of Fusang dialect, and Bai Ya's head suddenly became dizzy. Although he had stayed in Fusang for a while, he didn't learn a few words of Fusang dialect, at most, he only learned a few daily expressions.

Bai Fang raised his hand to signal Xiao Shilang to stop talking, and then disappeared in place with a flash.

When Xiao Shilang saw Bai Ya raised his hand, he thought it was a greeting to himself, and was about to return the salute, but found that Bai Fang had disappeared from his eyes. But at this moment, there was another person in Bai Ya's hands, and that person was the man who had just translated for Bai Ya and Watanabe.

The man was almost frightened to death by White Fang's methods. When he heard that White Fang was going to let him go, he ran away, fearing that he would run slowly. The tooth was scratched back, and suddenly fainted from fright.

Bai Fang kicked the man, kicking him awake directly, and said, "Translate for us."

The man rolled his eyes, and it took him a long time to recover. He looked at the killing god in front of him wanting to cry without tears, and nodded numbly, but he swore in his heart that from now on, he would return to his hometown and be a good person, and never come out to fight and kill again. killed.

(End of this chapter)