She felt a wave of fear, however, the unexpected stinging pain did not come from her hand.

She looked ahead of her in surprise, and it turned out that the tip of Sen Leng's sword had stopped very close to her hand.

Realizing that she had not been killed, she fell to her knees with weak legs. The whole body had lost her will because of the tension just now, and she didn't have much strength to think about anything else, so she fainted in chaos.

"I see, it's a demon dying of hunger, so small, how can it wander in this wilderness?" said an old voice.

That night, the old man saved her.

However, when she woke up, she was greeted not with a kind smile, but with an old but gloomy expression.

"Little one, I saved your life. ”

That was the first thing the old man said to her.

She knew that no one in the world would smile at her except her sister and adoptive parents.

"I know. She looked at him and replied cautiously. She waited for his next sentence.

"In other words, I will be your savior in the future, I want you to do things for me, and you must not resist. ”

She was noncommittal about his words, she hated the feeling of being suppressed, especially trying to control her. However, she knew that it would not do her any good at this moment.

So, she cowardly said, "I understand. ”

"Very well," said the old man, smiling at last, "little one, from now on I will take you as an apprentice." ”

She didn't understand what the old man could teach her. However, considering that she was almost stabbed by his sword, she still agreed to his request.

"Hehe, look at your blank expression. You don't know how much of a bargain you've picked up. However, when I am an apprentice, you have to be enlightened at any time, and that is death. Because, in the short time left of my life, I want to train you to be the top killer in the world, and I want you to help me kill someone. As he spoke, the old man took out a painting from his bosom. "That's the guy in my picture. ”

It was an old painting, but the ink was still clear.

When the painting was opened, she saw a fairy-like woman, dressed in a turquoise gown, leaning against a blossoming peach tree, her eyebrows and eyes as gentle as the sun, shining the whole yellowed old paper.

She didn't react for a while, "Master, you, the person you are talking about is the person in the painting?"

The old man nodded, and when he saw her expression, he smiled mockingly, "Why, do you think she is a good person? This woman is best at deceiving people with her appearance, and her heart is more poisonous than a snake and scorpion." If it weren't for this slut, my dignified Green Snake King would not have fallen into this uninhabited wilderness and lived in humiliation in this world. ”

The woman was beautiful and reminded her of her father. Her father is also such a stunningly beautiful character. But she didn't dare to recall his face too much, because it was not a good memory. If he hadn't shown mercy to the women in the world at will, her fate would not have been so tragic.

Perhaps because of some similar experience, she felt sympathy for the old man.

However, this sympathy soon faded for the rest of his life. In the next six years, it can be said that she did not have a single moment of silence. The old man wished that she would immediately learn the skills he said, so she had endured his torture since the beginning of the basic skills. She was the son of a man and a demon, and he knew it, so he often asked her to do five times more endurance and weight-bearing exercises than ordinary people. And that's not all. After she began to learn various grappling techniques, he began to work on her reflexes, and since then, she has been deprived of sleep time. Because, when she was sleeping, he would coldly put many flying beasts and poisonous insects into her room. Sometimes, when he is in good health, he will play a game of assassinating her. She often opens the door and stabs her chest coldly.

This old man is more demonic than a demon. She sometimes called him Master Devil behind her back. Or simply the devil. She couldn't imagine that after she had worked hard to complete his training again and again, he always liked to find fault with her in one way or another. And he also had to punish her and ask her to practice her previous training again.

One thing she had always been curious about was that the old man had asked her to show her demonic form and train her like this, but she hadn't killed him like she had killed the three children back then? Could it be that the old man was so powerful that he could tame her demonic nature?

After tossing her sleep, the old man began to toss her food again. I don't know how he found the poisonous weed poison flower in this wilderness, in addition to playing the assassination game, he started playing the poison killing game with her again. This game is not fun at all, the old devil is cunning and cunning, his body is broken, but his IQ is not inferior to any smart person. In the six years of getting along and poisoning the confrontation, she has never won a game against him.

This made her have to be surprised, how powerful did a person like him, the woman in green in the painting, have to be to hurt him?

That's the question, she asked him on the day he was dying.

The old man who was able to find all kinds of medicinal herbs could not find the medicine that could cure him. On the day his life became weak, he was as weak as a cat or dog about to die. Anyone can kill him lightly. She has accumulated too much resentment with him for six years, and when she saw him so weak, inexplicably, half of her hatred disappeared. Perhaps, in front of a dying person, she didn't have to worry so much about him.

He saw the change of emotions on her face, and he pretended to be majestic and said, "Yuexian, killers don't need feelings, have you forgotten the teachings of your teacher? Remember, you can't let the other party see through your emotions in front of anyone." "Yuexian, that's the name he gave her.

After saying this, seeing that she wanted to speak and stopped, he sneered, "Yuexian, I know how much you have hated being a teacher in the past few years. You are still a child who has never seen the world, so there is still a trace of kindness in your heart, and because of this, seeing me so weak, your heart is filled with pity and sympathy, right?"

She didn't speak.

Seeing that she didn't speak, he suddenly sighed, "Forget it, you're not wrong." It's a pity that I can't live a little longer, otherwise, with your half-demon qualifications, it won't be a problem to become the most powerful killer in the world. Pity...... It's a pity ......" he kept repeating these two words at the end.

For the first time, he said to her, you're right. She couldn't help but be taken aback. The stern old man suddenly seemed less annoying. Thinking of the woman in green that she was about to assassinate on this trip, she suddenly boldly asked the question that had been haunting her heart, "Master, is that woman in green very powerful, is she even more powerful than Master?"

The old man looked at me and shook his head, "She's good for nothing but ruthlessness and selfishness." ”

She couldn't believe the old man's words, "You defeated Master with ruthlessness and selfishness?"

The old man's eyes were dim at this time, "Yes, I was also young, and besides, I loved her at that time. ”