Chapter 110

There is no doubt that the voice of No. 47 is very comfortable. Before, he was always called the elder. Now someone called him the elder. It seems that the title of the first killer in the organization will soon be his. Lu Qiran is dead. Who else can stop him?

"Haha, if I can carry out it with my predecessors, I will certainly strive to survive." The eyes of the minions are full of fanatical worship.

No. 47 lowered his head and thought: ha ha, what this organization really received were all psychosis and metamorphosis.

But of course, he would not say it directly. Instead, he looked at the little fan in front of him with great interest and asked, "what's your name?"

"Haha, a small position is humble, how can you have the same name as a big man like you." The minion flattered No. 47.

No. 47's brow is tight. In fact, he has no name. No. 47 is just a code. But he doesn't worry at all. Now Lu Qiran is dead, and he is about to become a gold medal killer. Are you afraid of not having a name?

"Well, how about I give you a name?" Self confidence expansion of the 47 overjoyed looking at the front of the minion, "after you call a Qiang how?"

"Great, I'll have a name later." A Qiang happily around 47, a circle, "after I called a Qiang."

No. 47 looked at a Qiang, as if he had seen himself full of ambition.

"I'm going to be a warrior around a big man like the dark king." At the end of the training break every day, he always said this to his teammates in the same dormitory. Even in the last fight between life and death, he said this to his teammates and took his life.

No. 47 can't help but think of the thing that Xia Weilu and the dark king turn against each other and let Xia Weilu die. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth. The stupid woman was not worthy of the dark king.

"Well, ah Qiang, it's time for us to go back and tell the Lord the good news!" No. 47 stops the excited a Qiang, and then turns to walk out of the rain forest

The air is very hot and humid in the lush rainforest. No. 47 and a Qiang are walking in the boundless rainforest. They have been wet with sticky sweat and water vapor in the air for a long time. Their clothes stick to their bodies and become cold when they are blown by the breeze. This kind of cold and hot feeling makes them feel very uncomfortable.

The ground under his feet is very soft, but there are many sharp stones and tangled roots hidden in it. It's not only hard to walk, but once he falls down, he is likely to be injured. If he bumps into an important part, he may be seriously injured on the spot, which is fatal for No. 47 and a Qiang who have no supplies in the dense forest.

"Master, are we really on the right road?"

A Qiang looked at the endless green rainforest in front of him and said to No. 47: "elder, can we have a rest? How long has it been? I'm so tired, master. "

"Are you questioning me?" No. 47 with compass glanced back at a Qiang behind him and said coldly.

"Where, where?" A Qiang quickly shook his head and waved his hand to No. 47, some anxiously and loudly denied: "I have no doubt about the meaning of the elder, not at all."

"That's good, remember, ah Qiang. Follow me here to survive. " 47 haughty smile, slowly open mouth to a Qiang said: "you put away your worry, follow me on the right, understand?"

A Qiang nodded like a pound of garlic and said to No. 47: "yes. I know, master. I listen to him here. "

"That's good." No. 47 seemed very satisfied with ah Qiang's reply, nodded complacently, and his attitude towards ah Qiang became more moderate: "well, did you just say you were tired? Let's have a rest in front, ah Qiang. "

"OK, thank you, master. You are so gentle." When ah Qiang looks at the 47 in front of him, he has a special liking in his heart. Different from the general severe predecessors and devil instructors, ah Qiang thinks that the 47 is very considerate, gentle and caring. Although he looks a little fierce, he thinks that his heart is very kind.

Hearing ah Qiang's words, No. 47 could not help but move slightly. Then he turned his head slightly hot on his face and said in a slightly severe voice: "what are you talking about? You don't want to rest? If I say that again, I'll leave you

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I listen to my predecessors." Hearing 47's harsh voice, ah Qiang quickly apologized.

"Well, save your strength. Don't apologize." No. 47 pretended to be cold and said to a Qiang, then walked forward quickly: "go, don't drag on, it's going to be dark if you don't hurry up."

"Oh, I see." A Qiang nodded, and then quickly followed the pace of No. 47.

However, ah Qiang is a subordinate in the organization after all. How can he compare with No. 47 who has experienced many tasks? Up to now, although the 47th does not have any discomfort, but now a Qiang has felt very tired and thirsty, and a Qiang's kettle has long been lost in the previous fall, so the feeling of lack of water makes a Qiang feel very uncomfortable.

Thinking about this, a Qiang suddenly saw a bunch of green fruits on the tree next to him. They looked delicious and smelled sweet. The fruit seemed like a bunch of pears, which made a Qiang swallow a few mouthfuls.

Finally, ah Qiang couldn't resist the temptation of fruit. He pulled a few strings of fruit from the nearby tree and picked up some fruit to eat. At this time, No. 47 heard the sound of pulling branches behind him, and looked back at the situation behind him.

"Pa!"

Just listen to the clear sound from the rain forest, No. 47 a fierce slap instantly hit the fruit in a Qiang's hand and mouth to the ground, the slap that didn't leave a hand left a red mark on a Qiang's face.

A Qiang just felt that he was hit by something heavily, and then his center of gravity was unstable. He stumbled into the nearby bush, and his arm was covered with blood marks by sharp thorns.

When ah Qiang woke up a little at the next moment, he knew that it was his No. 47 elder who beat him. At this time, ah Qiang felt a burst of hot dull pain on his cheek, and he almost cried.

A Qiang squatted on the ground and covered his nearly unconscious left face. He looked up wrongly and murmured to No. 47: "master, why, I, what's wrong with me? Senior. " The humiliation and grievance made a Qiang's voice hoarse, and there was a little tear in the corner of his eyes.