Feng Qianyang slept until noon and didn't wake up, he was really tired from yesterday to now, and chatting with Xie Tian all night also consumed a lot of energy, and there were unknown problems entangled in him, and he was inexplicably a little irritable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He never thought that his mood would change greatly, he used to be the character of Gujing Bubo, Taishan collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, the things he experienced in the last few days made him a little confused, too many things he didn't understand were entangled, and he put a layer of shackles on his heart, and he couldn't open it.

It seems that we must find a way to figure out these problems, and then we need to inquire about the details of the war that year, maybe there will be some old assassins in the Shadow Guest Organization who know about this, but I have almost no friends in the organization, and I have stayed in the back mountain to practice with my master since I was a child, and I rarely have the opportunity to go to the stone castle to see.

Feng Qianyang has little memory of the stone castle, he can't remember what it looks like, the only time he can see it clearly is the day he went down the mountain, the stone castle took a group of children back from outside, Feng Qianyang watched this group of children being taken into the stone castle with his own eyes, it was terrifyingly gloomy, there was no light in the dark, and the figure hidden in the darkness could be vaguely seen, and that little bit of light was the eyes of the assassin.

That day he was very impressed, watching that group of children being brought into the stone castle, a sense of irrepressible loneliness suddenly rose in his heart, if it wasn't for the master's insistence on taking him personally, I am afraid that he would be like these children, the fate of his life was controlled by the organization, either step by step on the corpses of the people around him to come out, or be trampled under the feet of people, there is no trace of evidence to prove that he once existed in this world.

He had seen many Assassins take the blame for failing their missions, and there were even older Assassins living a miserable life in a small house at the foot of the mountain, with no skills for earthly life, and because there were too many enemies, they could only enjoy the protection of the Order.

The fate of the assassin was not in his own hands at any time, and perhaps the same was true of the assassin who stirred up the world back then.

Feng Qianyang got dressed, the smell in the dormitory was a little unpleasant, he got out of bed and opened the window, the weather outside was just right.

Liu Sen and Deng Qiang slept very hard, Feng Qianyang washed as lightly as possible, and finally woke them both up, the afternoon was the class activity, they couldn't say it if they didn't participate, after all, there were more than three years to spend together.

Liu Sen got up very reluctantly, and the first thing he did when he got out of bed was to turn on the computer, and he was in a bad mood when he lost a few handfuls yesterday, and he kept scolding his teammates like pigs and causing himself to be demoted.

The big man got up and moved a lot, and I didn't know that I thought he fell off the bed, but the speed at which he washed was unmatched, and he usually didn't get up at all until the last moment, so he practiced this dazzling skill, in short, it was one word - fast! I'm afraid it will be used for the rest of my life.

Liu Sen originally wanted to do another game, but he couldn't resist the big man's hard pull, and he was dragged downstairs by him, scolding all the time, he had the ability to fight alone, but his body didn't move, and he couldn't even break Deng Qiang's hand with his thin arms and legs.

There have been a lot of classmates gathered at the door of the girls' dormitory, the boys have basically arrived, individual girls are usually used to others waiting for her, and they staggered downstairs after urging a few times, and a few girls have chatted in private.

Boys don't pay much attention to this, especially to beautiful girls, and generally don't say anything.

I'm afraid this is a common problem of boys, the more people like this, the more time they spend waiting for others. This is how some girls' personalities are raised. Feng Qianyang is generally very punctual, and he will never be late for no reason, and this time he also feels that there is really no need to spend time on such boring things as waiting for people, if he can, it is understandable that a group of people will go first.

Finally, everyone gathered, and everyone began to set off towards the farmhouse. It's not very far from here, and it's not long after walking, Feng Qianyang has never heard of this kind of place before, and some people seem to come often, saying that it is not strange.

When I passed the pond on the edge of the farmhouse, a large fish suddenly jumped out, and some boys were immediately interested and proposed to go fishing.

A few enthusiasts started to echo it, and it later evolved into an all-boys' fishing tournament, and today's menu can also add a variety of fish, and the group of people started to get busy.

Fishing is a hobby that some people are tired of, Feng Qianyang doesn't know anything about this, he thinks that fishing is the entertainment of those retired old people who have nothing to do, he has never touched the fishing rod, he saw this thin transparent silk thread said very curious, the texture is hard and not easy to break, if it is used to kill the best but, but unfortunately he doesn't have this at all, the whole body is his own weapon, there is no need to bring anything else.

This is the principle that Master often tells him, although there are many assassins in the Shadow Artist who like to carry weapons, which are convenient and safe when performing tasks, and the efficiency is greatly improved, but Master does not allow him to use these. In normal times, I often practice all kinds of weapons, including different types of firearms from all over the world, but they are not allowed to use them when they really perform tasks.

Feng Qianyang has always expressed that he doesn't understand, the master just asked him to do this, and rarely explained the reason, Feng Qianyang never asked again, the master's words must have his reason, he thought.

Feng Qianyang was forced to stuff a fishing rod into his hand by the big man, and he learned how to string an earthworm on the hook, throw it into the water, and wait for the buoy to change.

The students next to him caught fish one after another, although they were not very big, and they could barely add them together to make a dish.

Everyone was sighing that they hadn't caught a big fish, only these fish boys were not enough for a few people to eat, but there were nearly 30 people sitting here today.

The sharp-eyed classmate found that there was not a single fish in Feng Qianyang's fish basket, so he made it difficult and said, "I said Feng Qianyang, you don't want to eat the fish we caught today, right?" You see that your fishing hook hasn't moved for most of the day, so you'll know it later, what do you think? Ahaha......"

Feng Qianyang didn't want to pay attention to him, there were always some self-righteous people in the class, and they couldn't afford to hide if they couldn't be provoked.

Unexpectedly, this bitter classmate still had a fellow party, and another voice sounded: "Chen Yu is right, Feng Qianyang can't eat the fish we caught, there are not many, and there are less than one person." ”

Someone in the crowd actually nodded yes, and the big man was the first to be unconvinced, and said: "Xiaoyang has never fished before, can you walk when you are born?" ”

is still big and has weight in his words, everyone stopped squeaking, only muttered quietly at the bottom, Feng Qianyang didn't hear what they were talking about clearly, and threw a grateful look at the big man, everyone understood and didn't say too much.

Feng Qianyang was bored holding the fishing rod, his eyes kept staring at the buoy, and he floated on the water without the slightest movement. Maybe there weren't many fish in the pond at all, and the only small fish that were left were almost caught by a dozen boys, and it was even more difficult to catch them now.

Feng Qianyang wanted to put the fishing rod back, after all, he had to collect money, and he didn't gain anything at all, and he was ridiculed by his classmates, so he felt a little embarrassed.

I was just about to get up, and suddenly I felt a movement in the fishhook!

There seemed to be something hooked down there, and he wanted to lift it up, but he didn't.

The strength of the fish should not be so big, and seeing that the rod is bent into an arc, it is almost impossible to support it!

Feng Qianyang didn't want to let go of this opportunity, and finally hooked a fish, so he had to pull it up.

The quality of the fishing rod of the farmhouse is indeed too watery, and it must be broken if it goes on like this, just at this critical moment, Feng Qianyang violently poured his energy into the fishing rod, and rushed straight to the fishing line, and then went down, it was a black whirring thing, he pondered, and suddenly his heart tightened!