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Gordon glanced at the silver fox out of the corner of his eye, and while thinking about whether there was a hole in his answer just now, he slowly chewed on the roast meat.

This should be the meat of the beast, firm and chewy, with a strong fragrance, and the qi and blood rise in the stomach when eaten, and it is very comfortable to warm and bake. Fruits are the fruits that nourish the vitality and remove impurities from the body, and even the honey comes from the honey made by the tiger bee, which is not only nutritious, but also has the effect of relieving fatigue.

"Compared to these things, I used to eat shit! I hope you won't be stripped to death. I said, it's not toxic in there, right? Freckles' mouth was stuffed with roast meat, and his hand reached for the fruit basket at the other end of the table.

After eating the tenth basin-sized durian, Ah Tai raised his head and looked at the saffron suspiciously: "Why don't you eat it?" ”

Saffron clutched her stomach and looked strange: "I'm a little uncomfortable." Ahh He stood up and shouted, "Where can I defecate?" ”

Silver Fox called a member of the Blood Prison Society and took the saffron to the pit. Soon, the saffron whistled and came back with easy steps, and just after a few bites of the barbecue, he covered his stomach again and ran.

"Keep an eye on him and see what the hell he's up to." Silver Fox instructed the member of the Blood Prison Society.

It didn't take long for the saffron to run back, and then to leave, and to run again, and run again...... The silver fox was dazzled and dizzying.

"He's just straining, really, sir." The members of the Blood Prison Society are sure to be authentic.

"Impossible! He must be covering up something, such as stealing the terrain and burying foreign objects...... You should check how thin he pulls. ”

"My lord, I've touched those thin. Really, it's just some undigested mushrooms inside. ”

"Got it, he wants to sabotage our lighting system."

"It's going to take years to eat. My lord, he may just be greedy and want to try it. ”

"Who would be stupid enough to taste noctilucent mushrooms? If he deliberately pretends to be stupid, it's even more problematic. In short, this kid is acting strangely, and you will be responsible for monitoring him in the future. The silver fox touched his beard and watched the crocus run by again.

Everyone was full of food and drink, and leaned back in their chairs relaxedly, feeling sleepy.

"Children, congratulations on your official allegiance to the Blood Prison Order and your role as an honorable Assassin." The silver fox stood solemnly in front of the dining table, his arms slowly raised, one in front and one behind, one left and one right, making an encircling martial arts posture, as if holding a rotating invisible ball.

Gordon's inspiration reacted immediately, and he "saw" an eyeball phantom floating behind the silver fox, spinning like a whirlpool.

It's a psychic trick!

Gordon was startled, and he was on guard. Psychic technique is the evolution of martial arts, and out of 10,000 cultivators who practice martial arts, usually only one can evolve psychic skills. Even in an ancient family like Cobra, which has strong cards, the proportion is only half of the size. A martial artist like Silver Fox, who has mastered psychic skills, is already eligible to apply to the local royal family for the title of honorary nobleman.

The voice of the silver fox was soft and full of temptation: "From today on, your ** and soul belong to the Blood Prison Society, and you must dedicate your own qiē sincerely." Little assassins, follow me and solemnly swear that the Blood Hell will be my father, my mother, and the blood and milk ...... on which I live."

The phantom of the eyeball turned faster and faster, exuding the power of the bewitching spirit. The children's eyes gradually became confused, and they recited with the silver fox.

Gordon bit his tongue sharply, trying to stay awake. But his inspiration was obviously stimulated by the eyeballs, and he reacted more quickly and suddenly. "Boom!" There was a strange sound in his spiritual world, and in his mind, a fang, as white as frost and snow, suddenly appeared, exuding an infinitely deep chill.

Gordon's mind suddenly cleared, he didn't show his face, and on the surface he followed the silver fox chanting, secretly surprised.

What is this snow-white fang? What does it have to do with inspiration? Why does it stand out in the mind and resist mental temptation?

Gordon glanced around out of the corner of his eye, and now he wasn't the only one awake. Ah Tai was beside him, breathing heavily, clutching a broken silver spoon, the sharp cut digging deep into the bleeding palm.

It must have hurt, but it was worthy of the amazing will of the barbarian boy.

And the crocus half-squatted to his right, rubbing her stomach vigorously with a bitter face. Freckles sat on her left side, her face contorted, her mouth repeating the same word. Gordon was trained in lip language and could discern the meaning of the word - "Shit shit shit shit!" ”

"We control death, we all fear, we dominate a qiē!" The silver fox turned his arm, and the final closing statement became fanatical and inflammatory, "Sue me, what do you want?" ”

"Kill, set fire, and be a diamond-level killer of the Blood Hell Society!"

"I'm going to kidnap all the rich people in the world!"

"Drive, drive, I'm going to ride the king's daughter as a horse!"

The crowd was like a madman awakened from a dream, shouting and screaming.

What surprised Gordon the most was the croc. The red boy twisted his ass and said incoherently: "I am electricity, I am light, I am the only myth - kill the Blood Hell Society and liberate all mankind!" ”

After taking the oath, Silver Fox took the teenagers to visit most of the sand caves.

These sand caves were inhabited by the monks of the Sand Cave People, and may have stored a large number of books and treasures, but they were undoubtedly looted by the Blood Prison Society. Today, it is divided into dozens of areas and transformed into a training base.

Which caves are fighting arenas, which are training grounds, which are libraries, and which sand caves are strictly off-limits...... The silver fox told them all clearly.

Eventually, they came to the living quarters, where each was assigned a cave.

The cave chamber is narrow and small, less than 10 square meters. Inside, it was simply furnished, with a wooden bed, training clothes, several sets of black hooded tights for Assassins, boots with soft soles, and some groceries. In the niche in the corner, a small hourglass column shows the time.

Each chamber has a different number engraved on the door. Gordon's door is engraved with "13", his new name in the Blood Prison Society. From tomorrow, teenagers will have to forget their real names and call each other by numbers, and those who violate them will be punished.

The numbers of all the people under the high registration: Atay is number 2, saffron is number 11, freckles is number 12, Tracey is number 46, and Geying is number 1......

After the silver fox left, the tired people went to sleep. Gordon's fangs didn't disappear, they stayed suspended in his mind, emitting a crystal cold light.

Gordon tried to manipulate it, but Fangs remained unmoved. He thought for a moment, and decided that the fangs came from mental fragments that were integrated into his brain. The innate coagulated spiritual power, Gordon originally hated it very much, who would have expected that the world is impermanent, it seems to have turned into a treasure trove, containing a mysteries like fascination.

The attack of the dreadnought had carved a small hole in the sealed treasure house.

Gordon lay down and looked around to make sure there were no eyelets for surveillance in the cavern. His gaze moved to the roof of the room, staring at the cluster of orange light above.

In a completely arid environment, it is impossible to grow spore plants. It is also impossible for the monks of the ancient sand cave people to live in a place without a water source. Therefore, there must be a zài underground river in the sand cave.

Where there is water, there is life, which is just the right way to explain the origin of animal meat and fruit. Only in this way would the Assassin training base be able to be self-sufficient in the Ghost Gobi without the need for remote resupply, so as not to reveal the location of the base.

Gordon is sure that the lower level of this sand cave hides a wider and more mysterious world. He remembered the huge bone pillar in the hall, and below it might be the real sacred place of sacrifice for the Sand Cave People, after all, he had not seen a temple on this level.

However, in the past few years, he does not need to act rashly and spy on intelligence, and survival is the only task.

Before going to bed, Gordon subconsciously touched his lower back, where there was a palm-sized dream tapir skin.

The Dream Tapir is an ancient legendary beast that feeds on dreams and has long been extinct. Its skin has the miraculous effect of discoloration and deformation, and the dream tapir skin on Gordon's back waist seems to blend in with the surrounding skin, and there is no difference in sight.

This is one of the three heirloom treasures of the Cobra family, worth enough to buy an ordinary small country. If it weren't for Gordon's special status and dangerous mission, he wouldn't have gotten it at all.

In the dream tapir hides a needle that is incomparably sharp and slender.

That was Gordon's last hole card.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

"Lord Silver Fox, No. 11 is eating up the fungus again!"

"Understand, the courage of this trash fish is stronger than you imagined!"

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Lord Silver Fox, No. 11 is eating up the fungus again!"

"Understand, the perseverance of this trash fish is more terrifying than imagined!"

Twelve o'clock in the evening.

"Lord Silver Fox, No. 11 is eating up the fungus again!"

"Understand, the stomach of this trash fish is healthier than expected!"

One o'clock in the morning.

"Lord Silver Fox, wake up, the 11th is still ......"

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