”you!”
the tin wind looked in shock at the old man who had kicked the door
oken with his feet, and was still there.
”you let me in.”
the old man put his feet away, put his hands on his back, walked in slowly, and looked up at the tin wind. although the shape is bent, the demeanor is very extraordinary.
”zhuge lin, what have you done to lin lao?”
xifeng was not surprised that zhuge lin appeared in front of him disguised as an old man. as the head of the assassin regiment, zhuge lin's camouflage can be said to be fascinating. but what he was wo
ied about was what happened to the man who had been ro
ed of his identity by zhuge lin.
”nothing. he's sleeping well outside the door now.”
zhuge raised his hand, put a touch on his face, and a dazzling light flashed past. in that light, zhuge's bent figure began to grow slender.
the light dissipated, and zhuge came to restore the appearance of sven in front of the master of the xifeng and the palace of buried flowers.
he found a seat at will, walked over, and sat down.
”i haven't calculated the