Chapter 907

Unfortunately, Guya is also a taboo now. She wants to clean up the ancient assassin. In fact, it's very simple. A charm can be used to fight it. How can it be solved.

But Zhao Feng is still there. If she does, Zhao Feng will die.

Now she can only convince people by reason and strive to let the ancient assassins give up the idea of killing Zhao Feng.

Unfortunately, if it had been so easy, this person would not have come.

The ancient assassins pay attention to the meaning of a word. Such people are definitely the most suitable people to be friends, but they often don't live long.

Good people don't live long, and evil will last for thousands of years.

Such a theorem is universal everywhere. They are often in danger because of a promise. Although they are powerful, the ancient assassins gradually fade out of the mainstream of the local practitioners.

Guya thought for a moment and took out a simple dagger from her storage ring: "since you are an ancient assassin, do you recognize this thing?"

The man was stunned: "it's a dagger that can only be obtained with great kindness to my ancient assassin. How can you have it in your hand?"

Although there is no aura on the dagger, if you look at it carefully, it seems to contain this magical charm. This is what the ancient assassin has.

In other words, it can be regarded as a kind of keepsake. The people who have this thing are the friends of the ancient assassin pulse. For those who have this thing, the ancient assassin pulse cannot be listed as a target.

Gu Ya nodded: "as long as you recognize this thing, I will give it to Zhao Feng now. According to the rules of the ancient assassin, can't you assassinate him?"

There are many rules for ancient assassins, among which there are priorities. Among them, the stab dagger is the highest priority.

It's impossible to say that on this side, you have great kindness to the ancient assassin. On the other side, your offspring, even yourself, were assassinated by the ancient assassin.

Even ordinary people can't do such a thing, let alone the ancient assassins with strong loyalty.

Hearing Gu Ya's words, the ancient assassin beside Zhao Feng was stunned. What else can he do?

Although they have no assassins, they still have a lot of things to force them to do.

However, such a thing, now unexpectedly to be the opposite of the little girl, this is too childish.

But when Gu Ya took the dagger and put it in Zhao Feng's arms, he believed it.

It was at this time that Zhao Feng felt that the mysterious power of his body had disappeared.

Although this stab dagger is not even a magic weapon, it can only be used as a keepsake, but it does not mean that it is a waste. For the ancient assassins, it can not play a big role.

A lot of means, as long as there is this thing in the body, will be ineffective.

Zhao Feng didn't know what to say. In his opinion, the ancient assassins were like a group of honest and upright reckless men. Other schools tried their best to cover up their weaknesses.

It's good for them to pass on this kind of thing that can suppress their own family members directly to outsiders.

I don't know whether they are honest or stupid. Anyway, he can't understand.

"You can't do it now, right?"

Guya looks at the ancient assassin.

The man sighed, and his whole body slowly disappeared in the inn. The rules are here. They must abide by them. This is the pulse of ancient assassins.

Seeing the figure disappear, Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and returned the dagger to Guya: "he won't be coming back, will he?"

For the ancient assassin, he is really a little afraid, that kind of powerless, let others butcher feeling, he does not want to experience the second time in his life.

Guya shook her head: "the ancient Assassin's pulse is too mysterious, and it has not been born for a long time. I don't know. You'd better be careful."

If she can, she can lend the dagger to Zhao Feng for a period of time, but her family knows her own affairs, and the dagger in her hand is not made by any serious means.

It's the spoils his father captured when he killed the monks of the hostile forces.

It's just a simple trick. It's OK to cheat the people in the later period of foundation construction. In the hands of the real strong of the ancient assassins, there are records left by the transfer of stabs and daggers.

Their family has nothing to do with the ancient assassins. If they find out, it will be a disaster for Zhao Feng.

"Recently, you'd better be careful. If you find something wrong, go straight to a crowded place. If it's really no good, go to the guard."

Zhao Feng nodded, and now it can only be so.

Just at this time, a figure appeared around the damaged wall. Zhao Feng knew the man. He was the shopkeeper here.

"My guest, this is...

the shopkeeper looks scared. Although he has accomplishments, it's just a period of practicing Qi. He can't provoke anyone in the underground.Although killing is forbidden in the market, the violator will pay for his life, but he can't wink, if the other party slaps him to death.

Even if it's life, what can it be? He can't live, but when this happens, he has to show up. If all the guests do this, his inn will be in ruins in a few days.

"Shopkeeper, the damage is on my account. You can count the number of spirit stones."

Zhao Feng is not unreasonable. In this case, there is no reason for the shopkeeper to bear the losses he caused to the inn.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief: "thank you, my guest. Oh, no, thirty spirit stones will do

The price is fair. Zhao Feng has no objection.

It's just a change of room with the shopkeeper.

At the same time, not far from Fangshi, the stall owner who had been expelled looked at the returned shadow and asked impatiently, "how is it? Is it successful?"

He is a person who will pay for everything. Since Zhao Feng let him lose his stall, he let Zhao Feng lose his life.

Black shadow is the ancient assassin who assassinated Zhao Feng before. He shook his head: "no, he has a keepsake of my ancient assassin. According to the rules, I can't do it to him."

"You are a waste. You can't do this or that. I don't know what I want your promise to do."

The stall owner was in a hurry and scolded.

But he forgot that he was nothing more than an ordinary one in the initial stage of foundation construction, and he still had little combat power.

If the other party wants to kill him, one move will be enough. If this man is not a member of the ancient Assassin's family, if he dares to speak like this, he will be dead by now.

After scolding for a long time, the stall owner's eyes suddenly became sinister: "since you can't do it directly, how about helping me get something?"

"But it doesn't matter. I owe you a promise. Even if I put my life into it, I will bring it back for you."

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