The Dark Night Clown organization is a bit deep.
This is what Ren is thinking now. He does not think that it is good news that members of this organization cannot be promoted to the sanctuary.
On the contrary, this shows that someone or some people who control this organization behind the scenes are quite terrifying.
According to records, the Dark Night Clown organization first appeared 150 years ago. It can reach its current scale and is not finished yet. It is impossible not to have the support of the saints behind it!
After thinking about it, Ren decided to narrow the attack range of the Arrancar plan.
This is not cowardice, but following one's heart.
Although the Witcher Association to which he belongs is far more powerful than the Night Clown, he himself is not strong enough to run rampant.
Once a truly ruthless person is completely angered, the other person may not dare to blatantly retaliate against him, but he can still kill him secretly or stumbling upon the Thorns Security Company.
If only he had a famous gun.
Why do you need to worry so much? If anyone refuses to obey, give him a shot!
Just when Ren was distracted, Kesha had already finished bathing in the bathroom.
She picked up a white silk bathrobe, covered her graceful body, and walked over in a charming manner.
"Be careful, Renn, don't make the matter too big. That underground organization involves the interests of too many people." Kesha raised her hair and warned.
She sat next to her boyfriend with her legs together, a jade hand gently stroking his back, and her beautiful eyes looking at him with a hint of worry.
Ren, who was lying on the bed, smiled lightly and held her catkins:
"Don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion. I can be long or short, soft or hard, and can shrink or stretch. This is a skill that men are born with!"
Originally, he planned to uproot the Dark Night Clown's foundation in the entire Faroland in one fell swoop. Now, he just needs to wipe out their strongholds in the southern part of Faroland.
In this case, although the loss is huge, it will not make the big shots behind the Night Clown crazy.
Kesha hummed softly after hearing this, pulled him up, hugged him tightly, and pressed her forehead against his.
Their eyes met, and they could even feel each other's breathing. Kesha said with an affectionate expression on her eyebrows:
"Stop talking so much and don't make me worry."
Probably out of a man's self-esteem and pride, he rarely asked her to help him. This time, she strongly requested to kill the Tuxedo Clown.
"I know, verbose housekeeper." In fact, his heart was warm, and Ren still joked.
It's true that wealth and wealth seek truth amidst dangers, but only by being careful can you sail a ship that lasts forever. He still understands this truth.
The specific operation of the Arrancar plan is not simple. The characteristics of the [Performer] profession - it allows them to change their body and appearance, and they are very good at hiding.
Like [Shadow Warrior], this profession is also a rather sharp assassin profession, which is not easy to target.
Moreover, the strength of the Night Clown itself cannot be underestimated. Improper operation may cause the ship to capsize in the gutter.
Seeing Ren's face turn serious, knowing that he had listened to the suggestion, Kesha smiled:
"Okay, I'm verbose, but, little man, remember, I'm your woman now, don't exclude me from everything.
If you are bullied or encounter trouble that cannot be solved, remember to tell me and I will find a place for you! "
Maybe this is her nature?
"Okay, okay, you are a mighty and domineering Valkyrie, and I am just a free-spirited pretty boy." Shaking his head slightly, Ren replied with a smile.
Feeling her meticulous care, he was actually very touched.
The last time he had such a warm feeling was five years ago, when he was in junior high school in the city and boarding at the school.
That day, the thin mother held an umbrella and braved the pouring rain to come to the school to visit him.
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"What are you thinking about? You're still in a daze." Kesha pouted and waved her hand in front of him.
Ren was startled, then came to his senses, gently scratched her nose, then picked her up by the waist and placed her on another bed.
He pulled up the soft blanket to cover her, kissed her red lips again, and said softly: "Xiaoyue, good night."
"Well, good night." Kesha smiled.
The lights were turned off, and the room fell into quiet darkness. There was no conversation all night, and the two of them were in a good mood and slept peacefully.
The next day, at dawn, the two simply packed up their clothes, had breakfast on the first floor of the hotel, then rushed to the station in the suburbs and boarded the "Pioneer" train.
Accompanied by the piercing sound of the whistle, about two hours later, they arrived at the quaint and vicissitudes of Lost City, an ancient city with a long history.
It originated from the old Sun Dynasty period and evolved from a military fortress.
The mottled old wall is full of pits and pits, and there are still many dents from weapons on the wall surface, and some places are even covered with moss.
"Back then, Saint Carlo of the Blue Sword used his sword energy to open mountains, level the hills, and built a city as a barrier. He stayed here for fifty years, during which he killed many strong demons with his sword..."
Kesra held her boyfriend's hand and walked under the ancient city wall. She recounted some past events.
Ren nodded and couldn't help but admired:
"Caro is the strongest sword of mankind in the Third Age. For a long time, there have been only a few swordsmen who can compare with it."
The contemporary Sun King David was actually stronger, but he seemed to be better at boxing and kicking.
Back then, Lost City faced the attack of the demonic army. The sky was blazing with war and there were so many powerful people. It was also very prosperous for a while.
But now we are too far away from that era. The past is gone with the wind, and the glory of this place has long ceased.
There were not many pedestrians in the streets and alleys. Just like the city of Diramo not long ago, the atmosphere was slightly deserted.
Nowadays, the economy in Lost City is not developed, and there are few young and middle-aged people on the road. Instead, there are more old people, women and children, and they look lifeless.
Kesha held Ren's hand, and the two of them quickly reached the easternmost edge of the city without staying much in the city.
The rising sun rises in the east, and three towering green mountains stand here. This scene is like a giant palm holding up the sky, catching the fiery red sun rising slowly between the fingers.
The scene is a bit shocking, "the blazing sun in the palm of your hand" - this is one of the kingdom's famous natural landscapes.
At the foot of the mountain, there are many tourists here for sightseeing, and the atmosphere is actually more lively than in the city.
In addition to those three mountains, there is another mountain peak next to it. It is obviously shorter than several companions, but that is why it is like a thumb.
But the strange thing is that the base of this mountain is actually larger, but it has a flat top, as if a cone has been cut in half.
These mountains can all be climbed. Kesha took Ren’s hand and walked towards the flat-topped low mountain:
"Don't you want to know the power of the top powerhouse? I will take you to see it. Even if it has been more than a thousand years, there is still a sharp energy there."
