The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 67 Shadow Assassin (22)

In the folks, there has been a saying: Born a shadow, a faceless assassin.

What this means is: Some people are born with extraordinary talent for assassins, they have the power of shadow, and the future is infinite, but at the same time, they are also very pitiful.

With the powerful shadow power, their faces will become more and more blurred, which is the so-called faceless.

To a certain extent, their noses, faces, and mouths seem to be smoothed by sandpaper, making it difficult to distinguish.

According to legend, this was originally a torture designed to prevent the assassin from revealing his identity after being captured.

Legend has it that the assassins flew over the walls and took people's lives with a wave of their hands, so handsome and unrestrained.

However, legends are legends after all, and very few people would believe them.

As a member of the legendary Shadow Assassins, Assassin Lu is well aware of the truth and shackles.

Faceless, really faceless.

Especially when he has not recovered from a serious injury.

He himself felt terrified and full of hostility looking at it, not to mention, she was just a little girl.

Assassin Lu laughed at himself, preparing for the woman's screams.

There was a soft touch on the side of "you".

Assassin Lu raised his eyes, and imprinted the woman's expression of pity and self-reproach.

His heart trembled, that was the tenderness that his mother had never given him.

"No, aren't you afraid?"

Assassin Lu's pupils dilated slightly in surprise, and his voice trembled a little.

Thinking that he was a born assassin, ranked in the top ten, and had never been soft on killing people, but now, unexpectedly, because of a look in his eyes, he lost his composure.

Tan Wan's fingertips ran from his cheeks to his chin.

Her gaze was so hot that Assassin Lu suddenly felt embarrassed.

Brushing her away casually, "Aren't you afraid?"

This time the words returned to their usual state.

Tan Wan pursed her lips, her original eagerness dissipated a lot, "I'm not afraid. Isn't it just sick? I'm sick too."

She sat back on the wooden stool, turned her head sideways, and fell silent.

Assassin Lu seldom communicated with others, and he didn't know how to break the atmosphere at this moment.

"I'm sorry." In the silent air, a woman's apologetic voice suddenly came.

Assassin Lu turned around and looked over. The woman's originally bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, gloomy, regretful, and many other emotions that he could not understand were intertwined together.

"Nothing." Assassin Lu put the mask back on.

I wanted to say something, but when the words came to my lips, I didn't know what to say.

On the second day, the weather was fine.

When it was still early, the hut located at the bottom of the cliff started a new day with a "squeak".

The woman in bright yellow clothes, blindfolded, walked to the side of the stream familiarly, and began to wash.

When she walked to the small kitchen, ready to make breakfast.

A man's deep voice came from one side: "Do you need my help?"

Tan Wanshang was not completely awake, so he only acted based on his body memory.

Hearing this strange voice, his thoughts gradually returned.

Half an hour passed.

Only then did her misty eyes become completely clear, and the straight figure of the man standing was reflected in the bottom of the eyes.

"Master Lu, why did you get out of bed?!"

The volume was so high that it even startled the resting birds.

"I've recovered." Assassin Lu silently rubbed his ears.

"How is it possible?" Tan Wan still had an unbelievable expression on her face, looking up and down the Assassin Lu, trying to catch him as a fool.

"When I picked you up, you were already in a dying condition." Tan Wan murmured, pulling her palm over his wrist and touching it with her fingertips.

　Sorry~ Today's update is late ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)