Unfathomable Doomsday - 127. Chapter 127 The Waiter's Aesthetics

Killer, assassin…

Hidden in the darkness, dance with the blade, reap the existence of life.

Latent, concealed, and one hit kills, this is their code of action.

As long as the dagger is in your hand, in the shadows behind the light, they are there.

The mourners are undoubtedly the top existence among the assassins, and none of their targets can survive…

No one can refuse the death presented.

As long as something sharp is held in your hand, everything can be cut off!

In short, the task of the assassin is roughly the above points…

Then… now as a terrifying assassination organization on the mainland, one of the top members of mourners, the famous make-up artist now…

Holding a small tray, she stood beside a girl in a wheelchair.

The mortuary put the tray on the table in front of the girl. After that, the assassin, who should not be able to leave his hand, placed the only small silver spoons and silver knives in his hands that could be called weapons on both sides of the tray. .

At this moment, the assassin took off his blood-stained clothes, like a loyal old butler, standing in front of the young lady he served…

“Oh… it looks very rich.” Xingluo looked at the various delicacies placed on the tray, and showed a pleasant smile: “This point can be good Give you a compliment, makeup artist.”

The cold aura on this top assassin’s body, and the faint murderous aura in front of Xing Luo, seemed to be non-existent.

She couldn’t wait to pick up the silver spoon, picked up a cup of brightly colored ice cream, and ate it cautiously.

When every scoop of ice cream was in the mouth, the corner of her eyes was filled with happiness.

It’s like an innocent child.

Although her appearance is like this, her heart shouldn’t have been described in the two words innocence long ago…

It’s not appropriate at all.

And the person standing beside her was an assassin, not a housekeeper who really took care of her life.

So eating ice cream before a meal shouldn’t be something… As an assassin, he definitely has no right to remind him.

Because he is not the parents of the girl who is smiling happily in front of him, relatives… the girl in front of him… is the immediate boss of the assassination organization “Mourners” that makes everyone on the road afraid!

The master of the makeup artist!

If you say it, I am afraid that everyone will not believe it, the makeup artist seems to be able to harvest the fragile life of this physically inconvenient girl with just a light wave of the knife.

It’s just that some people will always live in her disguise.

The instinct of the makeup artist is to surrender to her…

But there is only one problem now, and that is that the person standing next to her is the’makeup artist’, the faithful dog who serves his master wholeheartedly.

It’s just a pity that the makeup artist died a day ago, and was’killed’ again today.

“Sure enough, this tastes the best.” Xingluo licked the corner of his mouth, as if he was really silent in the deliciousness of the sweets, paying no attention to the assassins standing beside him.

Maybe because the ice cream melted too fast, a small part of it fell on Xingluo’s other hand… that little ball of ice cream melted in her hand.

While Xing Luo was thinking about what to do, a clean white towel was placed on Xing Luo’s hand, and gradually wiped off the stains on Xing Luo’s little hand.

Xingluo followed the hand covered in the gray-white robe and looked at the cold skull mask.

For some reason, she laughed, squinted and smiled happily.

Without saying anything, Xingluo continued to enjoy her dinner, burying Jincheng’s specialty metallurgical steaks, paired with special sauces extracted from the underground rock formations, plus the salt produced in the South Sea country… The scent of movement slowly diffused in the room.

Xingluo held a small silver knife to cut, making the movements very thin and also very slow.

The makeup artist waited silently…

One tall and one short, one sitting and the other standing, an assassin and a singer…

The two seemed to have a special tacit understanding, and only the crisp sound of tableware hitting was heard in the room.

In the end even the crisp sound disappeared…

Xingluo had finished eating, and her dinner had all been eaten. Xingluo raised his head, the corner of his mouth was stained with the unknown sauce, and slightly aroused, as if waiting for something.

The assassin’s body also moved…The hands that were supposed to be holding a knife to harvest human lives, but not only took out a white tissue from somewhere…

Gently, almost to the point of touching, wipe the sauce around the corners of Xing Luo’s slightly raised mouth little by little.

The opponent’s movements are very skilled…

It seems that I have done this many times, and she is familiar with taking care of this young girl for dinner.

Obviously, he had done this many times…very many…many almost turned into instinctive actions.

Xingluo seemed to know something, smiling…Looking at the feeling that he was most familiar with, touching his face.

Really gentle…

After wiping the corners of his mouth, he silently took out the teacup, made a pot of hot black tea and placed it in front of Xing Luo.

After eating ice cream, eat hot food again. If you don’t drink some hot water, your stomach will feel uncomfortable.

He knew that, because he was so familiar, in front of all the little girls, the allure of ice cream was far greater than that of Chinese food.

Ice has no taste, only coldness enters the heart, so all the little girls like it, all the girls…

Xing Luo held up the tea cup with one hand… When his fingers touched the cup of black tea, Xing Luo’s naive feeling faded forever.

The majesty can’t be better set off with black tea.

Amber eyes shone with brilliance, she took a sip of black tea elegantly, placed it on the table, looked at the man with the metal mask, and said lightly.

“You… are not the makeup artist, if this is my last supper…”

Her smile remained the same.

“I am very satisfied.”

“It’s amazing.”

Finally, the man spoke. It was not the harsh and harsh voice of the mortar… but a smooth and comfortable voice.

When Lu Qiu was not excited by the blood, he felt calm inside.

“I don’t think there is something wrong with my disguise, or do you have the ability to see through all of this? Saint Xing Luo Kraul?”

Xingluo heard this completely different voice from his own subordinates, and realized that his subordinates might have been horrible.

But Xingluo didn’t panic, just smiled faintly.

“Because the makeup artist is an assassin, and the assassin will not be so gentle… I think, this gentleman, there must be a girl you love very much in your home, you can feel it, stroke me in your hand When she’s cheeks, her gentleness to that girl…she…really a lucky child.”

Xingluo said… and sighed.

gentle……

This word is really not suitable for someone like me whose hands are covered with blood.

“Well, that’s the end of the boring role-playing game.”

The makeup artist’s body was surrounded by blood, and Lu Qiu stood in front of her for a moment.

“However, it is your last dinner, and I am truly honored to be able to satisfy you… Your Excellency the Great Saint.”

“How much do you know about me?”

“all……”

After Xingluo was known of her identity, she still did not say anything. She is an excellent pretender, and her inner emotions will never show up on her face. Therefore, with this talent, she can stand on the stage and receive others. Eye-catching.

“Should I call you Xingyao Crower, the genius saint who shocked the world a hundred years ago, or should I call you, the singer’s Royal Highness Star Lo Vernet, who was remembered by the world a year ago? No, I should probably be called You are a’soul changer’, someone who touches taboos, or a hundred-year-old old woman, or a genius singer who is only twelve years old, don’t you have many identities?”

Lu Qiu slowly said.

“But there is only one identity I am most interested in, that is, the second young lady of the Empire’s Second Commercial Family, the head of the Underground Dark Chamber of Commerce, Xingluo Fnut.”

In front of Lu Qiu, Xing Luo didn’t have any secrets…As long as there was blood, no one would have a secret in front of Lu Qiu.

Whether it was her past and present…As long as she still remembers, Lu Qiu can turn all her memories into her own.

“Then… what do you want to do? Sir, this dinner of yours, but there is no way to buy the life of a saint.” Xingluo also answered Lu Qiu, without any waves, and looked at Lu Qiu under the light. Let my young soul have some trembling faces: “Of course, Mr. Yi’s appearance and temperament, but I was shocked when I was young…”

“It’s just that you don’t agree with the elders. It’s really hard for you to reincarnate in the soul.”

Lu Qiu continued…

“What I need is your identity as a businessman. Since you are dealing with a businessman, you have to deal with it, right?”

“Oh?” Xingluo’s amber eyes tended to be yellow rather than pale gold, but they still looked very noble. This was the noble origin of a person’s soul.

She looked at Lu Qiu, who was sitting across from the round table.

Lu Qiu now has nothing to do with the assassin… On the contrary, when she was young, she had fantasized about the boy who appeared in her dream countless times, invited her to dinner, and finally healed her legs and let her return there again. The much-anticipated stage.

But Xingluo knew that this was just an arrogant fantasy… The cost of escaping from the Garden of the Gods was huge. Even if she established the “mourner”, a huge money-gathering machine, she would not be able to acquire enough resources to heal herself. The physical burden of soul conversion.

The body is breaking down day by day, and one day her soul will disappear in this world forever, paying the due price just like the saints who escaped from the garden of the gods in the past.

Nothing can heal this dying body of oneself.

Xing Luo understood that it was just Lu Qiu’s calm and confident smile that inexplicably gave Xing Luo a sense of expectation.

Lu Qiu took out a glass bottle… The liquid in it was pure red, and the red one made it impossible to find any other colors…

These viscous red bursts of huge vitality tumbling in the bottle, as if breaking through the bottle’s shackles at any time.

Xingluo was attracted…

She can be sure that the contents of this bottle can definitely bring new changes to her dying body…

What the hell is this? Who is this man? Xingluo’s calm face finally took on a little surprise.