I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

　　Sifah carefully observed the lady in front of her.

　　 She should be around 27-eighth, and her skin condition is very good. Although she is not as silky and white as a girl, she is at least quite smooth.

　　 She has a pair of beautiful green eyes, which are shining brightly like the fine emerald.

　　 She has a pretty good figure. Compared to a girl, she is slightly plump, especially the part below the neckline, which makes people think about it.

　　 Her legs are long and straight, with beautiful curves. No matter from which point of view, this is a woman with a mature charm.

　　 just happens to be the season for picking.

but!

　　 To a strange man who had not known him for a day, he even sent out such an invitation. This woman is not in love with her brain, or she has another plan.

　　 No matter which kind, I will not be fooled!

　　 The corners of Sifa’s mouth turned up naturally, and I hung a polite smile: "I’m sorry, ma'am. After returning tonight, I promised to tell my eight-year-old daughter a bedtime story."

　　 Helen said with a smile: “It’s okay. Drinking a glass of wine won’t take much time. Even if you do something special after drinking, it will only take you more than ten minutes at most, and it won’t delay you telling your children a story.”

　　 Are women in this world so open?

　　 Now I understand the emperor’s mood a bit, but I have no time to do the same thing with the emperor, after all, the end may be not long after.

　　 Besides, what ten minutes, who do you look down on!

　　 Xifa coughed dryly: "Madam, let's concentrate on our work. I already have a plan. The specifics are like this..."

　　 One day passed quickly.

　　 When the street lights were on, a rented carriage stopped in front of Helen's house. The door opened, and a woman in a long black dress and a veil with inlaid ribbons got into the carriage.

　　 Then, the groom in charge of driving and the assistant in the top hat, carrying the briefcase, sat side by side.

　　 Do not be alone with unmarried women, this is the demeanor that every gentleman should have. Therefore, despite the limited space in the front room, the groom squeezed with his assistant without complaining.

　　 Soon the carriage left the Green Emerald Street. It headed for the southern part of Tingen, went around the city, and came to a relatively cold road.

When 　　 just stepped on this quiet path with almost no pedestrians, suddenly the groom saw that there were some debris piled up in front of the path, which blocked the way.

　　 Just when he was about to turn to find another way out, just when the carriage slowed down because of this, on the left side of the path, the door of a townhouse suddenly opened, and a figure walked out of the dark door.

　　 is wearing a dark long dress with a vest and shirt underneath, a wide-brimmed hat, and a red scarf. The man with profound features and gloomy eyes raised his arm.

　　 In his hand, a brass revolver fired at the car, shot after shot, as the man approached, smashed the window of the car and blasted the car with sawdust.

　　 The horse was frightened, neighing and standing up, causing the groom and assistant in the front seat to exclaim and fall off.

　　 When the man shook out the bullet nest and filled it with bullets, the frightened horse pulled the carriage and hit the lamp post, and the entire carriage rolled over to the ground.

　　 Upon seeing this, Beluk had a cruel smile on his face.

　　He is a killer, a professional killer, and he has never missed a hand since he was in this industry.

　　 He believes that today is no exception.

　　 After all, what the employer wants to kill is a business woman, a woman, for him, it is no different from slaughtering a hen.

　　 He walked up calmly, confident to get out before the police arrived, but before that, he needed to confirm that the target was dead.

　　 Also, it is best to bring back one of the objects on the target so that they can be dealt with by the employer.

　　 He jumped into the carriage and fired a few more shots inside at will, then opened the deformed carriage door, hoping to see the scene of the target's death.

but...

　　 There is nothing in the carriage.

　　 "Is this the so-called killer? You don't even need to confirm whether the target is in the car, and you start an attack hastily. I really feel sad for your teacher. Teaching a student like you should be a stain in your career, right?"

　　 "Oh by the way, you may not have a teacher, then I can understand how you would behave like this reckless and stupid."

　　 Beluk, who was standing on the carriage, was stunned, and saw the horseman pulling the carriage looking into the carriage beside him, and then facing himself with a funny expression, and said something irritating unscrupulously.

　　My profession, there is no need for a groom to comment!

　　Also, knowing that I am a killer, you still look into the carriage, can you respect my profession!

　　Beruk raised his arm and responded to the groom's words with the bullet in the revolver. In his imagination, the groom would become a dead man in the next moment.

　　 But the **** groom, but at the moment he raised his hand, he took a fast and not short step to the side, and he missed his shot.

Looking at the sparks on the road, the groom looked at Beiruk with a look of surprise: "This is your marksmanship. Are you sure you can use it to kill people? Goodness, my neighbor's 80-year-old The wife played better than you."

　　 "Damn it!"

"shut up!"

　　Beruk connected and fired two more shots at the groom, but they were both pre-judged and avoided by the opponent.

　　 "No, right? Are you really a killer? Wouldn't you be the clown of the circus? Otherwise, how could you not even hit me as a groom?"

　　Beruk only felt that there were hundreds of crows croaking in his ears. He only felt that the groom in front of him was extremely hateful. He was so angry that he didn't even know that the bullet was empty, so he still pulled the trigger at the groom.

It was only when the empty gun sounded that there was no bullet firing in the muzzle. When I saw the hateful smile on the groom’s face~www.readwn.com~Beruk directly slammed the revolver towards the opponent, and then took off his boots. He drew a dagger from inside and pounced on it with red eyes.

　　 At this time, Beluk saw that the groom who avoided the revolver, when he turned to face him again, he had an extra gold revolver with a ostentation in his hand.

　　 How could he have a gun in his hand?

　　He is not a groom!

　　 As soon as Beluk thought about it, he saw the fire flickering on the muzzle of the revolver, and he flew out with the dagger in his hand.

　　 In the second shot, he got a bullet in his knee and fell down and slid towards the groom.

　　 One foot fell, just stepping on the shoulder of Beluk who had slipped over. He raised his head and saw the golden muzzle pointing at himself.

　　 The groom said with a smile, "This is called marksmanship, do you want to learn it? But I won't teach you."

　　 At this moment, Beluk fainted with anger.

　　 9:30 in the evening.

　　Sifah sent Helen to the door of his house and successfully completed the day's protection work.

　　 Helen, who is wearing a neutral dress, leaned at the door of the house, looking lazily at the man dressed as a groom: "Aren't you really coming in for a drink? Tonight, I am so grateful to you."

　　 Xifa smiled politely and responded: "You have already paid for the protection tonight, so you don't need to thank me for anything."

　　 "It's getting late. Let's rest early. I believe the police will get the employer's information from the killer."

　　 "So, you won't have any more trouble."

　　 "Good night, ma'am."

　　 Without giving Helen a chance to stay, Xifa turned and left, and soon disappeared at the street.

　　 Hailun confiscated land and looked at the direction Xifa was leaving, and sighed softly: "You haven't told me the name yet..."