Wonderful Lord

The person who came in was a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance. He was dressed the same as the more than 20 men and women I saw before, except that there were white embroidery on the collar, sleeves and trousers. Outside the window, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, I'm really sorry, I thought you had an accident in the room before entering by yourself, please forgive my rude behavior."

"..." Xi Chen looked at the thick door on the ground that was easily cut into several pieces like vegetables, and couldn't help swallowing.

The people here are so scary, he really wants to go home, what should he do?

When Xi Chen came back to his senses, he was already sitting outside the window enjoying his breakfast. Unfortunately, he didn't have much taste. After all, what he saw after waking up was so unbelievable that he still couldn't figure out who he was. Dreaming, or really wearing someone else's body.

He couldn't help but cast a glance at the upper-middle-class man serving him breakfast, and coughed lightly: "If I say I'm not your master, what will happen to you?"

The middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, as if by magic, he took out a stack of documents out of thin air and handed them to him: "Even if you are not my master, please review these documents well."

Xi Chen: "..."

The document is similar to the memorials in ancient times. The outer layer is made of special black cloth, embroidered with exquisite golden patterns, and emits a faint golden light, which looks solemn and sacred.

Xi Chen curiously took one of the documents and opened it to read. The golden light on the book disappeared without a trace as if it had been unlocked.

He scanned it quickly, and found a very sad question.

That is--

He can't understand it at all!

It is full of fonts similar to Sanskrit, what do you think?

Xi Chen asked again: "Then what if I tell you that I have amnesia, can't read the words in the document, and don't remember who you are?"

"It doesn't matter if the master doesn't remember his subordinates, but please remember them." The middle-aged man still kept his face unchanged, took out a laptop out of thin air, and opened one of the files called 'Master's Enemy'. Stacked photos: "They are all people who want to kill the master, so please remember their faces, the master, and kill one after the other."

Xi Chen: "..."

He silently glanced at the number of photos displayed in the corner of the photo, and then silently counted the number of digits in the string of numbers. Then, he took a deep breath in his heart, and realized that the original owner had 93 million enemies. How hated is it?

"However, these are all young men, so there is nothing to be afraid of. It is good that the master mainly remembers these people." The middle-aged man opened another file named 'Heinous', and there were only a few hundred photos in it. The photos in the previous file, this file photo is really very rare: "They are all top criminals in the world, and they want to take the master's life all the time."

"..." Xi Chen's heart trembled, and he reflexively wanted to write down these people, but sadly found that his memory was really poor. When he saw the third criminal's photo, he forgot what the first one looked like It's like: "If... if you meet them, but you can't beat them..."

The middle-aged man spat out a word from his mouth coldly: "Death!"

"Chick!" At the same time, there was a chuckle from outside the door.