It was late at night, but there was still a hard-working disciple left in the library of the Water Cold Sect.

Chang Le put the book back on the shelf and sighed.

The day after tomorrow's renunciation experience is still bottomless.

Elder Ye walked into the library with a smile and came to the side of this child who was not very talented, but he was well-behaved and polite.

What if you don't have talent? This kid is already very good.

"What about reading, why don't you go back to eat and sleep?"

Chang Le heard that this was Elder Ye's voice, so he turned around and said seriously, "Okay!"

Out of the library, Chang Le looked at the sky and walked along the familiar road to his house.

The seniors of the masters went out, and I heard that the sect master personally drove them out. However, when he left, he also gave him some mortal possessions, so that he could eat and drink for the rest of his life.

He's always wanted to go out and check it out.

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The sect master looked through several immortal scrolls in the secret room, all of which were found from the mask of the leader of the Xi Pavilion. His head was still hanging on a stake in the ruins of the Creek Pavilion, and no one dared to move it.

In addition to some people in Xingyuan, they said that the leader of the Xige was a righteous man, and they wanted to let the leader of the Xige enter the soil for peace.

These Immortal Family Scrolls were audio recordings, and the Sect Master estimated that these were the diaries of the leaders of the Xi Pavilion, and these Assassin Leaders always liked to write down their feelings after completing tasks. When he was a hot-blooded young man, he secretly infiltrated an assassin organization in his hometown and killed the leader desperately.

He vividly remembered that his stomach had been sliced open, and his left hand was followed by the intestines that flowed out, and his right hand was holding a broken sword against the leader who was lying on the ground. The chief looked up at him with difficulty, and said to him, "I know I'm going to die, but can you take the diary I kept in my clothes with me when I'm dead?" But after giving the leader of the organization a good time, he still found the diary.

He went through his diary several times afterward. The diary has no date, and each page is crooked with the names of the people killed and their thoughts after completing the mission. He couldn't fall asleep horizontally, and after reading it carefully for half the night, he could see from the cracks in the words that there were four words written on the book - "Evil will not be broken"!

In this Assassin's worldview, he was doing the right thing, doing good for the world.

Therefore, people are killed for no reason, money is betrayed, conscience earns a life, and in the end, they are still good people?

I'm desperate to kill an assassin full of evil, I didn't report it, and I was kept a file by Tianji Pavilion, and I have to be observed for a few years before I can continue to use spiritual power, you, big brother, let's recognize what we are doing, okay?

He wanted to burn the diary, but ended up keeping it.

He later learns that Assassins are different from Assassins, who "do the right thing" for the sake of political situations, while Assassins do things for financial gain.

He later defeated several killer organizations and grew in fame. The Assassin community called him the "Killer Assassin" and respected him as a chivalrous man with affection and righteousness, and all organizations treated him as a guest of honor when they saw him;

After several retaliations from the killer world, he stopped this somewhat apologetic action.

And now, he has unknowingly become greedy for life and afraid of death......

The black-robed man with the black sword stopped recalling, mobilized his spiritual power, and tried to open the recording on the scroll.

"Bang!", the scroll ban was triggered, turning into a pool of powder.

The man had expected it and stretched out his left hand indifferently.

Time seemed to turn back, and the powder turned back into a scroll, but there was no longer a ban on it.

Immortal art - countercurrent.

The man activated the scroll pattern, put it on the table, moved a bench with his hands and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and touched an ancient cigarette into his mouth by the way.

He's been smoking cigarettes for more than 100 years.

"I'm flattered that the First Assassin would invite me. "It seems to be a recording of a conversation, but this voice is a little strange, with an echo, ethereal and ethereal magic that can seduce people's hearts.

“......”

"I thought you should kill me when you saw me. ”

"We need your strength, or rather, your essence. ”

"Oh, what else Assassin First can't do?"

"There are some things that can't be solved, at least now. ”

"Where's the Heavenly Machine Pavilion?"

“...... If you ask them if they know you're here, the Guardians of this continent do. ”

Interestingly, the man sat up straighter.

“...... Someone else nearby?"

"Right next to you. A third voice appeared.

Oh, listen to this kind voice, isn't this the fourth peerless genius in this continent.

"What are you going to do? ”

"A great plan. It was the voice of the leader of the Creek Pavilion.

"What benefits do I get?"

"We can tolerate the existence of dream puppets. ”

“............”

"Deal. ”

As the words fell, some of the lines on the scroll disappeared, and the man's eyes narrowed.

Dream puppet?Tianji Pavilion is crazy!?