Fast Crossing: Assassination of the Male Protagonist

Chapter 167 My Brother Is Not a Tyrant 01
Is this person very arrogant?
Feng Xi grabbed the big man's wrist and tried to squeeze out a smile, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just afraid of wasting your time, the most important thing is to get to the place early and drink herbal tea in hot weather."

Hearing the words, the big man looked at the humble and yellow face with distinct features, spit out a mouthful of saliva with a snort, shook his hand and glanced at the sky, walked away two steps and waved his hand, "Don't blame the uncle and my subordinates for delaying the time! Show no mercy!"

The other girls responded obediently with tired expressions.

Feng Xi also quickly lowered his head, "Yes, yes."

Seeing the impulsive look of the young boy next to him, she quickly pressed his head, and said in a low and serious voice, "Don't make any trouble."

The young boy's eyes trembled, and he looked sideways at her. There seemed to be an untamed little wolf dog in his eyes, and he couldn't believe it at the moment.

Feng Xi didn't care about his reaction, and waited for the team to proceed normally before she noticed the little boy beside him, his brows were tightly frowned, and he looked resentful like an adult.This guy is the task of her assassination this time. He is too young to do it.

Since it is to prevent him from becoming a tyrant when he grows up, wouldn't it be good to twist his disposition to develop evil?
System: "Host, you can't change the trajectory of Ling Yan becoming a tyrant, so it's better to kill him as soon as possible."

Feng Xi couldn't bear it anymore, and always put killing people so simply, "I'm not a machine, since you need to complete such a task, why don't you erase my memory and turn me into a madman who kills without batting an eye?"

System: "Sorry, I don't have such a function."

Feng Xi: "No, what are you talking about? Get lost!"

The system did not roll, and the voice was still rigid and flat: "Host, time is limited. If you let Ling Yan step into each important event node, then you have no chance of recovery. For example, now, this time, the soldiers of the Li Kingdom are stationed. In the military camp, Ling Yan's character will change."

Feng Xi speculated upon hearing the words, "Can't you explain it more clearly?"

System: "Because of you."

Feng Xi: "Me?"

"Sister."

Hearing this, Feng Xi withdrew his thoughts and looked down. This time, the young hero Ling Yan called her in a childish voice pretending to be mature.

She responded softly, "What's wrong?"

Seeing his awkward appearance, are you still a little angry because she said about him just now?
Ling Yan looked at her who was hesitant to speak but stopped being contradictory, her childish eyes suddenly lowered, as if she had been brewing for a long time and whispered: "I'm sorry."

Uh……

A child's mind.

Feng Xi suddenly felt a little softness in her heart, she reached out and rubbed his head, "It's okay."

She said very softly, as if her lips were whispering: "Look for a chance and escape."

His eyes are extremely firm.

Seeing this, Ling Yan's eyes lit up, and he nodded heavily.

Passing by a tea stand, a dozen women of different ages who were detained and prepared to be sent to the military tent all had no water to drink. Feng Xi was also extremely thirsty, but it was unrealistic to escape in his current physical condition.

First of all, the owner of this body, He Yao, was originally just a little maid in a flower house, who was good at serving tea and water, but her hands and feet had no strength at all, and after running away for a long time, she was already exhausted by now.

And the young boy is no exception. The child has not eaten or drank water for a long time, and now he has a strong willpower.

Being a kid is really not easy.

As expected of a child who will develop into a tyrant!

After those big men drank tea and recuperated, they ignored them and wanted to set off.But no one dared to complain.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from a distance, the yellow sand rose, and the sound of jingling bells was particularly crisp.

(End of this chapter)