The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 47 Shadow Assassin ([-])

The mission was completed, and more than 20 shadow assassins left the Qin family one by one, which had become a bloody hell.

Lu's jaw was tense, and the mask covering half of his face just covered his somewhat unnatural expression.

His lightness kung fu is very good, and he always followed when he came.

However, now, he fell at the end. Although he would not fall behind, his speed was several times slower than before.

I glanced back, and there was no sympathy in my eyes.

As a shadow assassin, it is appropriate to discard all emotional burdens.

It is easy to kill things, and it is also easy to kill animals. If you want to kill people, you need to have a certain awareness, and if you want to attack a child, you need to have the awareness to completely give up yourself.

Every shadow assassin has come from that stage.

If you fail to take that step, you will only end up dead.

So, Lu, you chose to die by yourself?Or did the little girl die?
The rain was getting stronger, washing the air fresh, and also erasing all the marks on the road, as if nothing had happened.

12 years later.

On the bustling Shengjing Avenue.

A man wearing a patched khaki priestly robe, with his hair tied casually on his head, looked very informal, surrounded by a group of people, strutting and swaggering.

Holding a large flag three heads taller than her in one hand, it reads: It is counted as a marriage, no money is not allowed.

With the other hand, he held a candied haws, one bite at a time.

Walking on the street, she was very elegant. The dark purple water drop pendant on her forehead swayed with her movements, making her face extraordinarily bright and refined.

"Daxian, how many people are you going to count today?"

"Daxian, would you like some snowflake cheese?"

"Daxian Daxian, go to my house tonight, I have a banquet at my house."

……

"Leave them all aside." Fei Tong frowned irritably, threw the sticks of candied haws after eating, and nailed a certain salty pig's hand to the ground.

"Hey! You disciple, how dare you have evil thoughts about the Great Immortal! Folks, beat him up!"

A certain uncle had sharp eyes, saw it all at once, and immediately shouted, and the people around him quickly pulled out their clubs from various places, chasing the person with evil intentions and beating him violently.

"Yawn~" Fei Tong walked to the stall she used to be at, sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the flag, and glanced at the farce over there.

There was a smile in his eyes.

Tapping her finger on the ground three times, she began to shout weakly: "For marriage, don't ask for money! Today, the Japanese Daxian can count six times. If you want to count marriage, come quickly. After this village, there will be no more shops here. Come quickly." Get in line."

The sound was not loud, but everyone present was waiting for these shouts with their ears pricked up.

Now when I hear it, I don’t care what Sanqi 21 is, you push each other to line up.

Pity the person who was beaten, he was pushed around, trampled on, so pitiful.

Crimson Tong rested her elbows on her legs, and supported half of her face with her palms, her gaze casually fell on the group of people surrounding her, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"Hmph~" The corners of her lips curled up, Fei Tong closed her eyes, and nodded casually.

"you!"

"you!"

"you you you you!"

"Okay, just these six today, and the rest, come back tomorrow."

As she spoke, Feitong lazily raised her eyebrows and took advantage of the cover of her wide sleeves to rub her protesting stomach.

very hungry……

"I, I'm the first." A little boy in his early years waved his hands excitedly, and ran forward, "Daxian Daxian! Me, me, me!"

"Okay, big cock." Fei Tong teased.

(End of this chapter)