C14 (1/2)

”I also didn't expect that Clear Moon Restaurant would accept the orders from so many people.” The aura around Na Lan Rong Xuan's body suddenly changed, the aura that was as warm as jade disappeared, and was replaced with a sharp and cold aura.

Bright Moon Tower?

Yue Luo Xue was no longer a newbie seven years ago, Brightmoon Restaurant was the number one assassin's guild on the continent. Such a poetic name was created by the founder to commemorate her most beloved woman, Brightmoon.

Currently, the branch of Bright Moon Tower was already spread throughout the countries. If they wanted to hire assassins from Bright Moon Tower, not only they needed money, but also their status and identity.

Those who wanted to buy Na Lan Rong Xuan's life, were already very clear, that Yue Luo Xue had hidden her body well, at such a crucial moment like this, she had no interest in going out and throwing his life away.

In front of Na Lan Rong Xuan, a black figure slowly appeared.

”Heh …” Na Lan Rong Xuan laughed, ”Originally, I thought that no one would care about my illness, but I never expected that the Death God from Bright Moon Tower would actually come. He really values my life!”

Yue Luo Xue could not help but look at the man, his entire body was wrapped in a black tight suit, his face was pale white, like a ghost who ran out from hell, and on his back, there was a strange looking big blade.

The long handle was similar to that of a spear. At the top, there was a completely sickle-like body. The blade's tail protruded and it was as sharp as a dagger.

Bright Moon Tower's death god killer's weapon was known as Death God's Sickle.

The Death God was one of the main killers from the Bright Moon Restaurant in Sunscorch Kingdom. It was said that none of the requests he made fell through, and all of them, without exception, became the spirit of the scythe.

It was because of this that he had gained the title of Death God, which was why that strange blade that drank blood was called the Sickle of the God of Death.

To think that someone would invite the Death God to kill Na Lan Rong Xuan, the sickly and weak Prince. This was not because they were afraid that he would be overused, but it was enough to see how much that person wanted Na Lan Rong Xuan to die.

Of course, this also meant that the person who paid had doubts about Na Lan Rong Xuan's identity, or perhaps, doubts that Na Lan Rong Xuan had an expert by his side!

”Prince Xuan, if you are unwilling, go speak with Hades!” The God of Death's groan sounded slightly hoarse. Combined with his strange appearance, it gave off a rather sinister aura.

”Swish!” Wei Ling took out his long blade and blocked in front of Na Lan Rong Xuan. At the same time, he let out a short signal, and a few shadows suddenly shot out from the darkness, forming a guard position that protected Na Lan Rong Xuan in the center.

The God of Death cackled and said, ”Prince Xuan, these guards are not my match!”

Before he finished speaking, Wei Ling had already made his move, at the same time he gave a signal to the others, leaving three people to guard Na Lan Rong Xuan, and the rest rushed forward.

”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” In just a single exchange, one of the guards was sent flying. Scarlet blood splattered on the burning lanterns, making it seem somewhat strange.

Yue Luo Xue's eyes could not help but widen. The name of the Death God was indeed well-deserved, Na Lan Rong Xuan's guards were all experts, and the Death God was actually able to take on four people without being worried. Even Wei Ling was forced to the point of not being able to use her fists.

He couldn't help but glance at Na Lan Rong Xuan. There wasn't any change in his expression or his expression. If his guess was right, then Na Lan Rong Xuan would be dead for sure tonight.

”Bam!”

When Yue Luo Xue turned her head again, she actually saw Wei Ling flying out, and heavily struck a pillar to the side. Her face was flushed red, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

”Prince!” Not long after, another figure wearing the same clothes as Wei Ling rushed over. The figure was a bit younger, about seventeen or eighteen years old. The expression on the figure's face was also very vivid, carrying the unique vigor of a young person.