BL | Vicious Cannon Fodder Turns Over Every Day [Quick Wear]

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Chapter 115 My Father, My Lord (9)
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"Dear lady, can you do me a small favor?" The young craftsman in a black trench coat held a tool box and showed a gentlemanly smile to the maid.

Although only the lower half of his face could be seen clearly under the brim of the hat, it was enough to make the little maid blush.

"Yes, if there is anything I can do to help you, please, please tell me."

The little maid with cute freckles on her face wrinkled her apron nervously. If she had been bolder at this time and raised her head to look at the man, she would have found that there was no smile in the man's iron-gray eyes.

The man lowered the brim of his hat and curved his bloodless thin lips in a gentle arc: "The bell tower over there seems to be locked. Can you open it for me? Master Richard asked me to repair the big bell above. bell."

It's said to be a bell tower, but in fact no one has been there for a long time, and the huge copper bell has been gone for a long time. I don't know what the second young master is thinking in his head that can't hold anything else except picking up girls.

Servants at home should not speculate too much on their master's behavior, so the little maid unsuspectingly wiped the sweat from her palms and said softly: "Then please come with me."

If the old godfather was still alive, he would definitely not have forgotten such an excellent assassination spot in vain.

Ryan slowly carried the tool box, and his fingers were stained with a layer of fine dust on the escalator, which was in disrepair.

He slowly rubbed the fingertips that were still covered with a layer of black gloves, and inexplicably thought of the poor little priest who foolishly helped everyone because he believed in God.

I really stretched out my hand to tease him, but found that he was not as weak as he seemed.

Kittens will bite when cornered.

Ryan's eyebrows suddenly trembled.

He thought that the stupid young master of the Duval family had called Ruan Yao away yesterday.

Didn't come back all night.

It is nominally the most noble family on the island, but ultimately it is still a den of thugs who make their fortune by killing people and selling goods. A young Asian man who is so weak that he can fall apart with just a breath goes in and does not come back all night. He knows what will happen with his toes.

Mr. Killer, who has always been cold-blooded, thought with an expressionless face that it was none of his business even if the idiot priest was played to death, but at the same time he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​killing his employer and the target of the mission together.

Mr. Killer paused for a moment and attributed this sudden violent murderous intention to the remaining pitiful kindness. Just earn some favor for yourself in front of God you have never met.

If he thought about it this way, it seemed that he could barely alleviate his sudden anger.

According to the news I received earlier, the cowardly and stupid young master usually likes to stay in the glass greenhouse built by the old godfather for his young son. It was only five hundred feet away from the bell tower.

Ryan set up his gun and looked through the sniper scope, only to see a face that was more beautiful than the flowers blooming in the room.

Mr. Killer couldn't help but cursed.

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Ruan Yao felt that the diamond seemed to have some strange magical power. After staring at it for a long time, he couldn't help but reach out to it.