Fast Travel Shiranui System: Phoenix Pro

Chapter 501 The League of Assassins (2)

A silver whip was on Feng Lin's neck in time, and she didn't move, and then she heard the hoarse voice of the person holding the whip: "You're already awake, still pretending to be asleep? Get up soon!"

Pretend to be asleep!You're the one pretending to be asleep!
The original name is already on the way to the system, okay? !

She died on the spot under your insane training!
Am I the one lying in this body right now? !
Of course you don’t understand what I said, and you will never, never, understand, understand!

Feng Lin held back her anger, but obediently opened her eyes.

She didn't want to stay here for only a few minutes, but she died on the spot and went back to find the clown to apologize!

I really can't pick up that face!
This is not cowardice, it is from the heart! !

The young man in front of him was not tall, and he was wearing the uniform uniform of the Assassin League sewn from the standard linen material. There was a red object on his chest, which should be the mark of the Criminal Law Hall.Just now his voice was hoarse—excluded the answer of that evil taste——Through all kinds of YY novels of official history and unofficial history, it can be concluded that ancient children developed early. It is roughly estimated that this child is only 15 years old now.

A 15-year-old boy, under the influence of modern Marxism, should be at the age of elementary school, but this kid is already scaring people with a whip...

Ancient times are so scary!

The young man frowned habitually as he watched Feng Lin blankly staring at the whip.

whip?

What is there to see in this thing?

I don't know how much blood is stained on it, and it can't be washed off. How dare this kid look at it?
The young man coughed, and when he saw her gaze shifted to his face, he said, "Are you awake?"

"……Um."

"After two days in bed, how do you feel?"

Feng Lin spit out two words suspiciously, "... Tired?"

But the boy almost raised his whip and whipped the guy to death.

Feng Lin flinched, but her figure still didn't move.

This is a little strange.

The young man glanced at her, curious about her reaction, so he said with interest: "What's the matter, are you not afraid of me now?"

"No... I'm still a little scared..." Feng Lin said weakly.

Only then did Feng Lin receive the complete memory of the original owner.

He couldn't help saying angrily: The clown's movements are too slow! !
The original owner’s name, origin, kidnapping, and trafficking history all disappeared—it should be the clown’s secret operation, and this would only happen if he emptied it. Feng Lin also accepted it calmly——The memory of the short period before entering the mountain is blurred. Clearly, only the memory of a person wrapped in black cloth leading him into the mountain with his eyes covered in black cloth is complete and correct!

And Feng Lin will be lying on the bed now, as he said before.

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There was unavoidable mockery and contempt on the young man's face, "Isn't it just a two-day training, and you have made it like this..."

Feng Lin's face was full of despair.

Is that a two-day zipper?
That's torture hell, right? !

You let a suspected pampered young lady run two kilometers and then run two kilometers with a load. After a quick lunch that was twice as big as before but still less than the same batch of mountain companions, you met two juniors who are good at swords. The assassin's subordinates spent the whole afternoon studying...

Finally, at night, it was the turn of the most cultured gentlemen in white linen in the alliance to instill in them the basic ethics and alliance principles of assassins...

After two full days of living in dire straits, Feng Lin had reason to believe that the original owner was exhausted to death.

(End of this chapter)