In one of the most solemn buildings in the huge Assasin family estate, the magic map has processed the last document, the construction of Tianjing is related to the future of Assasin, not only that, Assasin wants to really establish this spatial teleportation array, not only the problem of funds and territory, but also more complex containment from other families and potential enemies, it is not so easy to stand out from the so-called first-class family. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Quinn. ”

"Yes, master, please command. ”

The old butler, as usual, came out in response.

"How's Emilyel doing?" Motu's eyes flickered.

"The medicine is working, and the medicines that have been hidden in the lady's daily diet all these years are beginning to play their role. As he spoke, he put a form in front of the demon.

Motu looked at the data on the table, a rare smile appeared on his old face, even if his son made an oath before he died, he never really gave up Emily, the medicine that stimulates the talent of the bloodline, has been hidden in Emiliel's diet on time and in quantity, little by little, accumulating, accumulating thick and thin, stimulating her bloodline in a chronic way, this is not a violation of the promise!

What he promised was to give her a free life, but he didn't say that he wouldn't guide, of course, it could also be called inducement, and in the end it was still Emilyel's own decision.

In this day and age, how precious is a bloodline, especially Emilyel's powerful talent, how to give it up?

This CHF is very important to the Assasin family, and Emilielle must have excellent performance in order for the Assasin family to get political support, and the weak have no say in any era.

"Quinn, it's almost the third stage. ”

"Master, isn't this too much?" the old butler was a little worried, after all, Emiliel's life was different from that of most of the Assasin heirs.

"What should be faced is still to be faced, and the long pain is better than the short pain. Tu Mo said lightly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Emilyel soon discovers that her training is starting to get tighter and more intense, and that every day she trains like an armed railroad that crashes into her, and she is like a string that can break at any moment.

But she didn't collapse, every time she thought that if she added another feather to the string, a little dust power, she would fall, she would think of Tianjing Academy, the failures she experienced, the lessons, the unwillingness, and the partners she wanted to fight with, the strength would always burn in her body, and she persevered, which was also a kind of accumulation of confidence, which made Emiliel stronger step by step, and she had begun to gradually appreciate the benefits of special training.

The number of people training is decreasing, and people are constantly being replenished, and the entire training ground is constantly being replenished according to the procedures of the assassins, and every day people are dragged away in front of Emilyel's eyes, and their lives and deaths are unknown.

On the other hand, Wang Chong slept very hard at night, and also had a lot of dreams, the memory of being burned to death from the soul was too profound, and he would unconsciously recall it in the dream, as if he had experienced hell again, and finally burned himself as if he was about to grow wings and fly away.

The next day, I didn't wake up until after twelve o'clock at noon, such a long sleep is indeed a bit incredible for an energetic new human being, the mental consumption is too great, even with the blessing of the Destiny Stone, the soul still becomes extremely weak, Wang Chong himself is too unclear about the difference between the soul and the spirit and the body, but the body temperature is a little high, and the walking is a little floating......

The training in the club is still the same, and it is Barron who feels wrong, and Senior Wang Chong, who has always been energetic, is a little ...... Soft, just a few very ordinary collisions almost knocked Wang away again.

"Forty-five!"

Bang!

"Forty-six!"

Bang!

The usual hundred groups collided, and Wang Zhong waved his hand, "Barron, you should practice by yourself today." ”

After speaking, Wang Chong leaned to the side and drank water in a big gulp, Scarlett and the others also looked at each other, Wang Chong had already drunk more than 20 bottles of water.

"Wang Chong, you're fine, you've been sweating a lot. Scarlett asked, a little worried.

Wang Chong smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay, maybe you have a little fever, just take a rest." ”

Scarlett didn't ask much, everyone continued to train, it seems that the vacation is very long, but in fact, there is not much time left for everyone, Scarlett and Mirami insist on practicing every day, hoping to give full play to this tacit understanding, Barron in addition to the club training during the day, he is also practicing at night, Wang Zhong doesn't know what he's busy with recently, Colby and Lei Leigh in addition to participating in joint training, more time is in St. Adjudication practice, there are more sparring partners there to hone the skills of the warriors, and Wang Chong can only be a spectator in the evening joint training, just to point out some problems in the position for everyone.

In the evening, after a day of recovery, Wang Chong became extraordinarily energetic, perhaps it was a strong desire in his heart to support, of course, Simba was extraordinarily unenergetic, he felt that he was very wronged, and recently he often reflected on whether Wang Chong was too ruthless when he trained before, and actually trained this guy to be so perverted.

The most miserable is themselves, those ancient legends for the emperor to be buried, the miserable concubines are simply pediatric compared to themselves, they are buried once, they have to accompany four times every night, and with the improvement of Wang Chong's flame resistance, the number of such deaths is also constantly improving.

"I can't stand it, if I continue like this, I'm going crazy! Wang Chong, are we good friends? Are we buddies? Do you torture your buddies like this?"

"Only by suffering hardship can you become a superior ......"

"Wang Chong, let's discuss something, look, don't you still have a SpongeBob SquarePants, the three of us can just fight the landlord, today we don't train, how about finding a place to fight the landlord! Aren't you a dick at playing cards? Hmph, Simba doesn't believe it at all!"

"If you eat hard, you will become a master...... Wang Chong is still in the sluggishness of the flame barbecue.

"Wang Chong, in fact, you want to experience the sea of fire, we can transform it in the sea of souls, to be reasonable, my illusion is very high, and I don't need to be burned to death so badly every time. ”

"Well, let's go in and reason slowly. Wang nodded and said, Simba's previous illusion was good, but now it can't be used, the most important thing is that this kind of training illusion is definitely not good, the fifth dimension can indeed temper the soul, not only to improve resistance, including his soul power is also consolidated in the process, but it has not yet broken through the soul casting period.

"Wang Chong......," Simba said with tears in his eyes.

"Simba......" Wang Zhong looked at him seriously and affectionately while being leashed.

"You're bad at learning, ah~~~~ don't~~~"

(Next afternoon, ask for a monthly pass, thank you!!) (To be continued.) )