Chapter 17

"Football, this is a specific term to describe a woman's chest. For example, if the chest is very flat, like yours, no, it is flatter than yours. I mean, if a woman's boobs are as flat as a mirror, she is called Wangzai Xiaomantou , or called Princess Taiping; if the breasts are small, like yours, maybe a little smaller than yours, I mean the breasts are very small, but still have a little bit, they are called bastards; if they are bigger, like yours In this way, it is called an apple... Don't take out the dagger, I'm wrong, don't be angry, I know you are a man, but I need someone to use as an example, well, I won't use you as an example..."

"It's bigger than an apple, so it's a football?" The bright-eyed thief put the dagger on Yue Yang's neck, looking angry to kill him at any time.

"No, there are many kinds that are bigger than apples. Do you think you lack research in this area? On top of apples, there are pears, papayas, and coconuts. Then there are volleyballs and footballs. There are many points." It’s all knowledge, I don’t tell ordinary people!” Yue Yang put on a scholarly air.

"It makes sense!" The mercenaries in the room listened and praised Yue Yang's 'breast classification method' in unison.

Although they don't understand what Wangzai's steamed buns, volleyball, and football are, they also feel that the arrangement from small to large is very vivid, accurate and vivid, making it easy to remember and deeply touching. people's hearts. It seems that this little thief named Titan really has a very profound research on women's sexuality. Student Yue Yang was elated after hearing this, just like a great sage delivering a brilliant and unique academic theory in front of thousands of students in the college.

The bright-eyed thief finally resisted the urge to stab the kid to death with a dagger, stomped on Yue Yang's feet, threw the form in his hand, turned and left.

Yue Yang hurriedly threw the form in front of the bald old man, paid the money, received the mercenary star badge, and then brightened his eyes as a thief.

"Brother, I invite you to drink, listen to me, that girl's breasts are really big... Hey, she runs so fast, you can tell it's a shy and unexplored place at first glance!" Waiting for Yue Yang to chase out the door , the bright-eyed thief disappeared like a light smoke.

As if, never appeared.

When Yue Yang was whistling and swaggering away, that bright-eyed thief flashed in the darkness, holding a shining dagger in his hand, trying to shoot at Yue Yang's vest several times, but finally endured it.

The bright-eyed thief stared at Yue Yang's back, took a sip, and disappeared in a flash.

Facing the gentle evening wind, Yue Yang's face was full of smiles.

He had a great smile and a big smile.

Baishi City, the Assassin's Guild.

Like all the Assassin's Guilds in the world, the Assassin's Guild in Baishi City also gave people a kind of eerie feeling. Although there are lights inside, they are only as big as a bean, and it gives people the illusion that the lights will go out at any time. It's okay if the light doesn't look bright, but it has a dark and eerie feeling. Yue Yang pushed the door lightly and came in. After seeing the environment in the room, his expression was slightly surprised.

In the Assassin's Guild, apart from an old man in sackcloth who dozed off at the table, there was no one else.

The old man in sackcloth was covered with gray hair. He was leaning on the table, his body was extremely thin, and he looked like he was old, withered physically and mentally.

Of course, if you only look at the surface, this old man in sackcloth, who is dying, can be blown down by a gust of wind, or if he falls asleep at his desk like this, it seems that he will fall asleep and never wake up again. But in Yue Yang's eyes, he has another strange feeling. He who has reached the innate state, who possesses the mysterious three forms and body-breaking sword energy, even if he is a sneak attack, he is very likely to be unable to defeat this vertical man. An old man... In Yue Yang's heart, this old man in sackcloth is more terrifying than a sleeping lion, he feels a bit like a sleeping dragon!

"Hi, I'm here to sign up to join the Assassin's Guild." If Yue Yang's politeness in the Mercenary Guild was feigned, now it's respect from the heart.

"Young man, killer is a bloody and violent industry. Are you really ready?" The old man in linen slowly raised his head. His appearance was ordinary and his face was full of wrinkles. Even if an ordinary person met ten times on the street, I believe he would I will not pay attention to his existence, let alone remember his appearance.

He looked at Yue Yang with those dull old eyes.

Yue Yang tried his best to keep his mind calm, controlled his breathing, and even smiled in his bright eyes.

Although he couldn't see through the old man in sackcloth, Yue Yang found that the old man in sackcloth was also observing himself, which proved that he couldn't see through himself either...