When the curtain was opened, the glass window was already covered with a film of water droplets, and the owner wiped off part of it with his hands, only to find that the outside world had turned white. It was another heavy snowfall, and he sighed rarely, and found a peach wood comb used in the Qing Dynasty palace on the windowsill that had been dusty for many years—it was the most cherished comb he had ever cherished, and although he tried his best to protect it, it still broke two teeth. Today, he picked it up again and brushed it through his long hair, as if all the memories had come back to him. But when he realized that there was already gray hair on the comb, he realized that he no longer had his youth.

"It's time to go see my heir." He muttered to himself.

Dai Yue is Ren Kui's guardian, and it can be said that no one knows Ren Kui better than him, including Ren Kui himself. "The subordinates think that it will be difficult to train His Highness into an excellent heir in five years, at least His Highness's hands are still too clean."

"I don't believe that she doesn't have a bit of royal blood, people have to be forced out, if her potential hasn't been stimulated in five years, I can only try injections."

Dai Yue could see that the master had already spent half of his mind on Ren Kui, hoping that his Royal Highness would really become a pillar of the body in five years, "And how to deal with Qiu Xiaohao?" ”

"This child has helped me a lot, but unfortunately, what a good child, if a person's identity is too complicated, then his fate can only go to death."

But Dai Yue was still worried, "But what if His Highness knows the ins and outs?" ”

In terms of feelings and rights, Gongye Lun knows how to use it better than anyone else, "She is still a child, and it is almost impossible to be extinguished when the word hatred is burning, and Qiu Xiaohao is undoubtedly the best accelerant." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two had already arrived at the training ground, only to see Ren Kui holding the pistol tightly, trembling all over, and cold sweat on his forehead, while Peng Yize was standing next to him with his hands behind his back, his face tense, and he didn't say a word.

"I'm sorry, I can't." Ren Kui put down his sore arm and lowered his head aggrievedly.

"It's just a mannequin, it's a real battlefield, you can only be captured by the enemy or shot to death if you don't shoot first, do you want to die?"

On the contrary, she was reasonable: "Why do you want to learn this thing, what's the use!" Can't I have a guard? ”

"Your guards will be your enemies too!" The master strode forward, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have another layer.

"Coming out of your greenhouse, the world is far more restless than you imagined, and you will still be the leader of this chaotic society, but your current performance is very disappointing to me, you are not a good successor."

"Well, I'm nothing! I'm a shit, I'm a puppet, I'm the trash of this world! I am not worthy to inherit your throne, I am not worthy to fight for fame and power! She held her head and screamed.

When she was done making a fuss, the master began to order her in his usual tone: "Stretch out your hand." ”

"What are you going to do?" She didn't move. The master had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, grabbing her petite and feeble hand holding the gun, and then placing his other hand on her slightly trembling shoulder, while helping her aim at the target, he whispered in her ear: "Imagine his delicious arterial blood, his heart is still beating regularly, here we are, it's just a simple ...... Simple ......"

"Bang!"

Her eyes widened and she gasped for air as she made uncomfortable physical contact on one side and a pool of red liquid that looked like blood. The master retracted his hand and patted her on the shoulder, but he was not satisfied with her performance, "What kind of training is this?" After that, you are only allowed to use knives, practice until you get used to it, and practice until you become numb, and then you are allowed to start shooting training. Five years, that's enough time. The master brushed his sleeves away, and coughed softly twice.

The gun slipped from Ren Kui's hand, and the mannequin had been disposed of, but she was still in shock.

Peng Yize bent down and picked up the pistol, "You are such an annoying and loving person." ”。

"It's time to start training!" She was still scared, but she still pretended to be determined. Even if she vomited every day and night, she didn't complain.

"Send some more high-quality blood." He was worried about her physical condition, but the training had to continue.