"ah……"

Just as Ai Ming screamed, the dagger had already arrived in front of him. Ai Ming closed his eyes in fright. It was over, it was over. Unexpectedly, he had been wise and powerful all his life, but he died under a laser-breaking dagger. He was unwilling to give up. Alas, no matter how much he said he is now a rich man in the world. Even if he dies, he should be more vigorous. It's so aggrieved.

Hey, why can't I feel the pain? Ai Ming waited for a long time, but only felt itchy in his throat, as if something was rubbing back and forth. Apart from that, he didn't feel anything anymore. Is the person holding the laser dagger just scaring him? Are he kidding himself? No, right? He doesn't seem to know him.

Ai Ming secretly opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his eyes was a pair of blood-red eyes like beasts, but this did not have much impact on Ai Ming. Somehow, he saw despair and helplessness in those eyes. This desperate feeling was so clear that it made people unable to help but feel pity. (In fact, there was something wrong with Ai Ming's eyes, and what was revealed in those eyes should be cruel and surprised.)

But now is not the time to pity others. Ai Ming paniced and found that his body was now firmly clamped in the corner of the room, unable to move. What made people even more frightened was that when Ai Ming tried hard to lower his head and looked down from the corner of his eyes, he found that the laser dagger was still there, moving back and forth around his neck. Although he could not feel any pain, he suspected that the dagger was just put on his neck and compared it back and forth, but this feeling really made people feel very uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?" Ai Ming's mute voice echoed in the heavy breathing space of a person who had only one pair of wild beast-like eyes. It was so thrilling. Yes, what is he doing? It's so weird.

The man was startled, stopped the movement in his hand, and looked at Ai Ming blankly. Suddenly, a panic appeared from the beast-like eyes. (Ai Ming was wrong, but it was actually firm.) The hand that stuck Ai Ming's neck tightened, roared, raised Ai Ming in the air with one arm, shook it, twisted his body, waved his arm, and easily pulled Ai Ming out.

What are you doing? Ai Ming stood up from the corner of the wall in a daze. Until now, he still couldn't figure out what happened. The scene in front of him was very obvious. The person who still left him could obviously see that he wanted his life, otherwise he would not have appeared in his bedroom for no reason and even used swords and guns to him. But now Ai Ming was confused that he seemed to have not suffered any harm. To be precise, except for his dizzy head, his whole body was intact. This kind of thing seemed to be impossible in Ai Ming's opinion.

To put it this way, although Ai Ming was not sure what the laser dagger did on his neck, he looked at the loud noise made by the man who was still flying in the air, and then hitting his head down to the other wall, and he should have farts. What made Ai Ming feel even more that everything in front of him was hallucination, he could clearly see cracks on the wall he hit. The only thing that is certain is that Ai Ming clearly knew that his body must not be hard, and the wall was like this, but he was fine, it was not an illusion.

"Help, there is an assassin." Ai Ming was stunned for a while, and suddenly shouted. Alas, the slow Ai Ming was helpless.

It doesn't matter if the person who saved people did not come, but instead caused Mr. Assassin to be shocked. The assassin was shocked. After receiving the task of assassination of Ai Ming, he thought he could easily complete the task. Because whether it is based on Ai Ming's information or to investigate it himself, Ai Ming is a waste and has no great ability. But unexpectedly, it is easy to enter Zallington Garden, but killing Ai Ming is so difficult.

Ai Ming's skin is so thick that it can't be stabbed in, and it won't be even beaten. This guy named Ai Ming is so nervous that he stabbed him for a long time before he woke up. Just wake up. He wakes up, anyway, from his movements, he can't resist him at all, so he just knows that it's just that. He stuck one hand on his neck, and the other hand holding a laser dagger and gritted his teeth and frustrated his neck hard. But this guy is fine, depressed, he's so bad. Even he used all his strength to push this guy out, and even the wall was broken, but he's still fine, but he's still very energetic to shout for help. It's tolerant, but who is unbearable, okay, let's waste it, either you die or I live today, come on.

The assassin roared and rushed to Ai Ming, staring at Ai Ming with his blood-red eyes, then grabbed Ai Ming's neck with both hands and shook it hard.

Ai Ming opened his mouth and rolled his eyes, and his head was shaking back and forth. No matter how much the assassin shook him, he didn't feel anything. He was just dizzy. He thought he was a tumbler. Anyone would be dizzy with such a shaking method. Although he didn't feel anything, it was necessary to resist. Ai Ming stretched out his hand and waved it randomly, trying to give the assassin a little bit of awesome, but the assassin was much taller than him and his arms were much longer, so this action was useless at all. It was no different from shaking a big tree. It only left a lot of white marks on the assassin's arms, and even blood marks were not caught.

Is this guy a cockroach that cannot be killed? Is it the ancient legend Xiaoqiang? The assassin was discouraged and stopped shaking Ai Ming's neck. He looked at Ai Ming with a strong breath, wondering what to do with him. Ai Ming finally recovered, his head stopped shaking, and his eyes returned to his original position, but he was a little blurred and ghostly looking at people.

Don't shake it anymore? Well, take a break first. It's so tired. I'm so tired when I shake my head. I can imagine how tired I am. Ai Ming carefully glanced at the assassin, wondering in his heart that he was very good at this guy who had no resentment. Why did he come and kill him? But it was strange, why can't he kill him even though he was always there?

Could it be the Thick Earth Armor? Ai Ming's mind flashed. Yes, it must be the Thick Earth Armor that saved his life. I'm so lucky. Thinking of this, Ai Ming felt relieved. Since the assassin had not killed him for so long, it can be seen how powerful the Thick Earth Armor is. So, isn't he not dangerous? After so long, he is very tired. If he had to sleep first, maybe when he woke up, the assassin would disappear. Thinking of this, Ai Ming showed a smile on his lips. Alas, Ai Ming has nothing wrong with anything else, he just likes to think randomly and is fantastic.

Grandma, dare you laugh at me? When the assassin saw the smile on the corner of Ai Ming's mouth, he couldn't help but go crazy. He stopped scratching his neck, and just picked up Ai Ming with one hand, then threw it hard on the ground. He was still not satisfied, and then kicked Ai Ming over and kicked Ai Ming into the air and penetrated to the opposite wall.

Hey, it's interesting to play. The assassin started to think about it. He often threw sandbags and sandbags, but it was a dead thing. How could it be more satisfying to play with the living thing? But the living thing can't stand knocking and chopping, and it must be apart for two or three times. The name Ai Ming in front of him is not very capable, but he is really beaten. He can't kill him no matter how hard he beats him. It's interesting. Beating a child on a cloudy day, and he's still idle, just play. Thinking of this, the assassin laughed. He walked slowly to Ai Ming, pinched Ai Ming's neck, dragged him back to the open space in the middle of the house, and then turned his arms round and started to move.

It's so good, so good. The assassin's mouth was slighted, and he saw Ai Ming holding his hands in the air like a rag doll, and then he was slapped on the ground, flying up and down, and accidentally was pressed by a mountain. Otherwise, he would put Ai Ming's body facing upwards and crossing it in the air, and the assassin held both sides with his hands, pressed down hard, and pushed his thighs upwards, causing a folded willow; what's more amazing is that he swung Ai Ming's body into a circle like a flower gun, and then

Let go, the assassin flew up and kicked Ai Ming's waist, kicked Ai Ming directly to the roof, and then repeated the movements above after Ai Ming fell off the roof. What's even more enjoyable is that Ai Ming's screams were mixed in the middle, and Ai Ming's body hit the wall and the ground. In the end, it actually had a rhythm and played the rhythm of a nursery rhyme. With the music accompaniment, the assassin played even more happily.

To be a qualified assassin, besides the ruthless and fast killing method, the most important thing is that if you fail to hit a single attack, you will have to escape thousands of miles away. Since you can't kill, the assassin's alertness means that the mission has failed. It's really not possible. Come again next time. But this assassin is an exception. He couldn't kill Ai Ming, so he should have left tactfully. But the problem is that this assassin's stubborn temper, which has not been a long time, comes up at this time. You think, this assassin is also a famous figure in the world.

, in the past, there were few mistakes, which developed his proud character. The so-called reputation was tiring. If Ai Ming was a big man, it would be understandable that if Ai Ming was a big man, it would be fine. The assassin had never failed before. At worst, it would be gone and come back again. After all, it is easy to be a thief for thousands of days, but it is difficult to be a thief for thousands of days, and there will always be a chance in the future. But this kid in front of him obviously has no ability, but he just can't kill him. How can he not be angry? As soon as he got up with such a stubborn temper, he ignored everything, and only wanted Ai Ming's life, forgetting the assassin's precepts behind his head.

Ai Ming feels so wronged. It doesn’t make people sleep well in the dark night, but people thrown into fun with people like sandbags. Is it interesting? But fortunately, I didn’t lose my life. But it’s not a good thing. Although I haven’t suffered substantial damage, I’m more exciting than riding a roller coaster. Now Ai Ming is dizzy and his throat is hoarse. Finally, with a sound of vomiting, the delicious food I ate last night turned into a yellow and black liquid with a nausea smell and sprinkled in the air, drawing beautiful waterfalls, but definitely not pleasing to the eye.

Yes, it was so disgusting. The assassin was startled and quickly pulled Ai Ming away from the side. He was so happy that he had this disadvantage. He checked himself and found that he was agile and did not stick to any stains. Fortunately.

Ai Ming slid softly from the wall opposite and finally lay on the ground. He was no longer strong at all, his whole body was weak, and it was difficult to even move his fingers. With the sound of coughing, sporadic yellow and black liquid sprayed out of his mouth and nose, looking so embarrassed. It was so comfortable, Ai Ming moaned, to be honest, it was really comfortable. He had been accused of for so long, but it was more useful than any massage. All the meridians in his body were taken care of and opened, his pores were breathing oxygen in large mouths, cheering and ecstatic, and there was a feeling of floating in his head.

"Are you tired? Why don't you please be early tomorrow?" Ai Ming finally had enough rest and suddenly said this to the assassin. This is the truth. Now he doesn't care about everything. He just wants the assassin to leave quickly, even if he comes to play tomorrow. As soon as he finished speaking, Ai Ming coughed loudly again, almost suffocating.

The assassin sighed to the sky, depressed, did he really want to tell this kid, please be better tomorrow? The assassin gasped and looked at Ai Ming with a very calm eye. Did he really accept his fate? Not being able to kill this kid may be a big stain of his life, so he was so unwilling to accept it. Looking at Ai Ming, who was flushed because of the cough, the assassin suddenly had an enlightenment in his heart. Since this kid could not be beaten to death, it might work to change his strategy, hehe... the assassin walked towards Ai Ming with a grin.

Ai Ming looked at the assassin who was getting closer and closer and rolled his eyes. This guy was so nervous and didn't give up. Since he knew that he couldn't kill him, he would give up. It was not embarrassing. Why are you so stupid? Okay, come on, I let you do it, see when you have to make it. Ai Ming thought and closed his eyes.

Hey, what is he doing? Ai Ming felt that he was not being played by the assassin, but his hands were touching him, which felt really strange. Could it be that this assassin was... homosexual? Ai Ming opened his eyes in horror. It was not good. He was not against homosexuality, but if it happened to him, it would definitely not be able to stand it. No, even if he died, he had to protect his chastity. Ai Ming made up his mind that he could not take advantage of a glass.

But obviously Ai Ming was wrong. The assassin had no sexual interest in Ai Ming. He was holding a rope and tied Ai Ming tightly from head to toe. Finally, after tying the knot into a bow with satisfaction, he stood up and looked at Ai Ming with a smile, his eyes full of excitement. What an interesting guy, that's so obedient, he didn't resist at all when he tied him up.

No, Ai Ming was stunned. After knowing that the assassin was not glass, Ai Ming was not very happy, because he thought of a possibility. Did the assassin suddenly figure it out? He was going to pack himself home and slowly make trouble in the future? After that, Ai Ming twisted his body in despair and shouted loudly: "Help!"

The assassin ignored Ai Ming's shouting. In fact, Ai Ming also knew that it would be useless for him to shout help. If someone really came to save him, someone should have come to save him when he was thrown around and made such a big move. After tied up Ai Ming, the assassin slowly took out a transparent film from his pocket and showed it to Ai Ming with a smile.

What exactly is he going to do? Ai Ming's head was full of mist. What's the use of this assassin showing him this thing? But after the film was covered with a few circles on his face, Ai Ming finally understood. It turned out that it was so useful.

Yes, the assassin got a reminder from Ai Ming's cough. If he can't kill Ai Ming, he may not be able to kill Ai Ming. Anyway, he will know it if he try it, and it will be fine. So he tied up Ai Ming to avoid any trouble. Then he covered the assassin's necessary silence film on Ai Ming's face and prepared to suffocate Ai Ming. Hope it works. If this method doesn't work, he will really give up. The assassin sighed secretly.

Ai Ming knew that the assassin was used correctly. Originally, he had a glimmer of hope. Since the thick earth armor cannot enter the sword and gun, and the water and fire are not soaked, it may also prevent the obstruction caused by being covered with the mouth and nose. But Ai Ming was disappointed. The thick earth armor is a good thing, but it has this disadvantage.

An hour passed, and Ai Ming lay quietly on the ground, motionless. But he was not dead, but he just didn't want to move, hoping to reduce the oxygen consumption in his body by reducing unnecessary exercise to prolong his survival time. It is impossible to say that Ai Ming's skill has improved greatly. In addition, the internal skill "Good Light Stop" he practiced has been sorted and transformed by Indra Tian, ​​and no longer has problems at any time as before. The unique performance of "Good Light Stop" internal skill and the peaceful power transformed from the Energy Release Ring greatly delayed Ai Ming's oxygen consumption. But that's it, after more than an hour of struggle, Ai Ming has reached a dying situation.

Ai Ming was desperate. It was not that he didn't want to resist, but the assassin's kung fu was too powerful. Playing with him was as simple as playing with a baby. Even if Ai Ming had a powerful weapon like Shunengjue, he had missed the opportunity to use it. If Ai Ming had used Shunengjue at the beginning, he might not have had the current situation. Of course, it was just a matter of maybe. But at that time he was already panicked and could not even think about using Shunengjue. Now, his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move. It would be extremely difficult for Shunengjue to be able to play a role. Ai Ming originally hoped that the assassin's body would inadvertently touch his hand with Shunengjue, so that he would have a chance to take action, but God was blind, and the assassin was always lucky.
Chapter completed!