I Possessed the Sun God

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The steam train with long carriages slowly drove into the platform of Hormuz, the capital of the Kingdom of Strand.

After the train stopped, the old man with white head on the temples walked out of the train with the black wooden box in one hand and the black walking stick in the other.

Behind him, a white-skinned middle-aged man stuck his head out of the car window and looked at the old man.

"Mr. Yarlin, don't you really consider going to the Kingdom of Stlade to do business later? Although many people say that the greater the risk, the higher the profit, but I think a stable and safe environment is suitable for businessmen like us. invest funds."

The old man laughed, turned his head and looked back at the middle-aged man:

"It's normal, but my business is different from others. My business has a market only in areas where the situation is not so stable. In those peaceful and developed countries, no one will buy my products."

Yallin looked at the white-skinned middle-aged man with a blue sapphire, and smiled kindly, "But I still have to thank you for your concern. May the goddess bless you to get a good income this time."

The sound of "Woo" soon rang again, and the air-spraying front of the car pulled the long carriage and ran on the rails. Yarlin freed up a hand and pressed the top hat on his head. Walking out of the station carrying things.

The weather in Hormuz was very cold. After losing the cover, the cold wind roared in. When Yarlin walked out of the station and was blown by the wind, he tightened his collar and walked quickly towards the palace. go with.

Although the palace was renamed the palace of the governor after the Earl of Seusstrom was elected as the governor, everyone still used to call him the palace, just as everyone used to call the Earl of Seusstrom the king.

Soon, Yarlin arrived at the gate of the palace.

The guards guarding the gate of the palace reacted when they saw the old man approaching. One of the guards asked,

"you are?"

As soon as his voice fell, completely transparent silk threads stretched out from the void and fell on their arms, thighs and backs, stopping the movement of their body muscles.

The vigilant light in the guard's eyes gradually turned into a daze, and a pair of dark brown pupils lost their focus.

"Hello, I want to go in and visit your king...Thank you for being reasonable. Thank you very much."

After performing to the two guards who had become his own puppets, Yallin pryed the corner of his mouth slightly and walked into the palace with pleasure.

When he entered, dense, completely transparent silk threads descended from the void, spontaneously looking for and entwining the people in the palace.

In the garden, the gardener holding scissors to trim the branches and leaves of the flowers held the scissors motionless. In the small courtyard, the butler wearing white gloves, who was preaching to the servants, opened his mouth slightly without making a sound. He fluttered in midair. The flying bird froze in the sky and fell down instantly...

Suddenly, in the entire palace, all creatures, whether humans or not, were entangled with silk threads hanging down from the void, and then turned into puppets.

As Yallin walked, everyone passing by on the same road said hello, very weird.

He walked for about ten minutes, came to a house, knocked on the door of the room, and listened with his ears sideways, then opened the door and walked in.

In the house, King Xiustrum was sitting at a wooden table, raised his hand, motionless, the fire swayed violently in the fireplace behind him.

After Yarlin came in, the swaying flame suddenly expanded, and then quickly shrunk and dimmed.

On the projection of the wall, a black shadow with horns on its head suddenly appeared.

Seeing Earl Hustrom, Yallin smiled kindly at him.

"Hello, Your Majesty."

The silk thread entwining Earl Husturm disappeared one by one, and the regained king waved his hand, and asked with a deep face, "Who are you."

"Yarlin."

Seeing that the incoming person seemed to be quite cooperative, Earl Sustham was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in a deep voice, "What is your purpose?"

"Someone issued a reward through the hand of the killer organization Diss, hoping to see your head, the reward is quite high." The corner of Yallin's mouth curled up, revealing eight complete teeth, "It just happens that I am coming to Strade. The kingdom was doing business, so he accepted the reward without any difficulty."

The Hand of Diss...Earl Hustrom felt his heart sinking when he heard the name.

The Hand of Diss is an assassination organization under the command of the God of Slaughter Erisnu. This **** has no church, so to some extent, the Hand of Diss is the church of the God of Slaughter.

What everyone knows is that the so-called assassination of Diss's hand is to kill all the people who saw him.

"I have to say, Your Majesty, your defense is too lax. Originally, I thought I wanted to come in and needed a battle. I didn't expect to come in so easily. What about the Agricultural Church, are they not responsible for your safety?"

The agricultural church said that it would guarantee my absolute safety...but I don't know where they are...Earl of Husturm settled, and asked in a low voice, "What is my reward."

"I double the price and let me go."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I am a principled killer."

Yallin smiled apologetically, and said that he raised his cane and said: "But you can rest assured, your Majesty, my movements are fast and won't make you feel painful."

His cane slammed on the neck of Count Hustrom, red blood gushing out, and the ceiling of the roof was stained with blood.

A bang on the ground followed, and the huge head rolled a few times on the ground~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The constricted pupils reflected the appearance of an old man wearing a top hat.

"I said it won't hurt, Your Majesty."

Yallin opened his box, bent down and stuffed Count Shurstham's head in. Almost at the same time, Count Shurstham's neck stopped spraying blood, and his wound began to grow granulation to heal.

Soon, a head grew from the neck of Count Hustrom.

At the king's suspicious look, the corners of Yallin's mouth curled up, revealing eight white teeth, "I have already got the head of the hand of Diss, and now it's time to talk about the double price you said."

"I'll get some money over right away."

"Thank you very much for your generosity, but don't worry." Yarlin took off the top hat, put it on his chest, bent over slightly, and said politely:

"Introduce myself. My name is Yarlin. I am a male gender, soul-loving, a businessman by profession, level 37, and a lady of wealth.

"By the way, I am a devil."