The eighth day of the City of Faith.

During the battle with Tyrone to learn to cut his throat, he couldn't drink alcohol or get contaminated with meat, Wu Wenxu was not a good drinker, and whether he drank or not did not have much impact on himself, but seeing the delicacies of the mountains and seas being dumped like garbage by the blade, Wu Wenxu didn't say anything, and the toad saliva in his heart almost flowed out of his body along the liver.

If you don't eat, you won't eat, Lao Tzu will resolutely carry out the revolution to the end!

Wu Wenxu thought that he must not be flattened by Tyrone, so he nibbled on unpleasant bread and pastries every day, imagining them as the shadow of the blade.

"The essence of the battle of cutting throats lies in guiding the limit of body movements, appearing behind the enemy at super high speed, Rao is so, the battle of cutting throats is not invincible, as long as the reaction of the nerves of the target's body surpasses you, he can also follow your killing intent and naturally resist your attack."

Wu Wenxu remembered that his old waist was punched twice by Tyrone yesterday, and there were bloody footprints on his big 'legs', and he couldn't help but nod his head thoughtfully, this dead blade hit himself mercilessly.

Wu Wenxu was completely convinced that if he hadn't experienced the death of the skull flame several times, he would have been tortured by Tyrone to death.

Tyrone was leaning comfortably against the trunk, his light blue cloak blending with the reflection of the roof, as if he could only explain his teachings quietly in the dark.

"I will emphasize to you one last time, when you perform the throat-cutting battle, you must have the consciousness of being an assassin, the way of assassination is to focus on single-mindedness, either you die or he dies, remember not to be clever and perform the throat-cutting battle on different targets, do that, your breath will be instantly 'exposed', thus accelerating death."

"I remember."

The admonition from the mouth of the Shadow of the Blade, no matter how stupid Wu Wenxu was, he would not dare to take it as a deaf ear, after all, the experience of the Noxian King of Assassins is a rare treasure that top assassins have wanted to get but have not obtained in their lifetime.

It's also very happy to be able to pick up something that others can't covet for a lifetime, hahaha!

"In seven days, your initial comprehension of the battle of cutting your throat is perfect, however, it is simple to sense the killing intent of the target, but it is difficult to follow your own killing intent as the hub to perform the battle of cutting your throat, you have practiced for seven days, and the boiling killing intent has never been able to converge, if you take the initiative to cast the throat cutting battle on the target in this situation, you will become a live target of the enemy."

Wu Wenxu took a sip of clear water and said helplessly: "No way, when I see you, I think of Noxus, and when I think of Noxus, I think of Xuege Fortress, that kind of deep hatred is not a reads that you can experience;." ”

"It's going to change."

The Shadow of the Blade did not hate the iron and scolding Wu Wenxu, in fact, with the talent of this monster and demon, although he could not perform the battle of cutting his throat as well as himself in a short period of time, the skin 'hair' kung fu was even more solid than his own. [ Lots of good]

Not to mention how diligent and pendetic he will be in the future, as long as he can 'take some time' to practice and reach his own level, it will only be a matter of time.

Come to think of it, it's really a monster that frustrates itself even by scolding.

Tyrone waved away the ridiculous thoughts in his heart, and then said: "The strongest thing about the battle of cutting throats is that it can suppress the magic power in the target's body, and now you don't have magic in your body, so you can't pull out its mystery, and when you recover your magic power, you might as well give it a try." ”

Tyrone the Shadow of the Blade finished speaking, and for some reason fell silent.

Seeing his appearance hidden in the shadow of the 'yin' and not moving, he may be attracted by the bird's cry on the plum 'flower' tree not far away, or he may be 'fascinated' by the fragrance, and it is a long time before he speaks slowly.

"Without Durkkao's permission, I won't really take you as an apprentice, teaching you the battle of cutting your throat is my only bottom line, and now that you understand the battle of cutting your throat, I will leave here, you and me, there is no relationship anymore."

"What?"

The large piece of plum 'flower' cake was being gnawed into Wu Wenxu's mouth, Wu Wenxu smacked his lips, but felt that the cake had become very bitter, and suddenly wanted to spit it out.

Wu Wenxu spat out the pastry in his mouth fiercely, and for a moment he raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about, what do you mean it doesn't matter?" For so many days, your Blade Shadow and I have eaten together, peed together, and cultivated together, even if you don't teach me magic skills anymore, Lao Tzu is also your friend, a friend, you know! ”

"Friends?"

Blade Shadow Tyrone sneered and 'got the silver dragon' and said, "Don't be presumptuous, I taught you the battle of cutting your throat because you have this potential, you have this value to be used by me, who do you really think you are?" ”

"Grass!"

What's the matter, is it really me Wu Wenxu is an emotionless machine like you reads;!

"Okay, since you think the two of us have nothing to do with each other, that's good, from now on, the battle you taught me to cut my throat, Lao Tzu will not practice it, and I will not use it for the rest of my life!"

I'm really too naïve, who is Tyrone the Shadow of the Blade? Noxus, the king of assassins stained with countless blood, ruthless, fierce and cruel, how could such a person really 'interact' with people.

"Whatever you want."

Tyrone had already stood up from his trunk, half of his foot was stepping on the sun-soaked 'flower' garden, some soft 'flower' petals immediately touched the soles of his cold feet, and the shadow of the blade shook the 'flower' petals for a moment, but hesitated to retract the steps he was about to take.

"I'm leaving."

He said calmly, the cloak hidden under the shadow of the 'yin' trembled slightly, and when Wu Wenxu turned his head and couldn't help but turn back, the familiar light blue figure under the trunk had completely disappeared into the courtyard.

"Go well, Lao Tzu can finally be alone."

Wu Wenxu laughed at Yan Gan, but he couldn't hide the gloomy meaning in his eyes......

Outside the Demon Pavilion, on the shore of the Moon Lake.

Tyrone, the shadow of the blade, walked calmly by the lake, his eyes hidden in the darkness of his cloak, unable to see it really, it was hard to imagine how he could allow the overwhelming smell of wine to envelop him with his 'sexual' personality that he avoided alcohol.

"Actually, it tastes pretty good."

Tyrone pinched his nose self-deprecatingly, maybe the smell of the wine was too strong, he actually felt that his nose was slightly sour, this sourness that he had never felt before made Blade Shadow very distressed, but he did not escape, and still chose to walk along the lakeside.

"From now on, I'll never see that frustrating guy again."

Tyrone was dazed by the smoke, and for the first time his sober head showed tiredness: "It's ridiculous to be friends with my Blade Shadow. ”

"A man like me doesn't deserve to have friends......"