Chapter 289 You've Learned Badly

In one of the most solemn buildings in the huge Assassin family manor, Motu finished processing the last document. The construction of Tianjing is related to the future of Assassin. Not only that, Assassin wants to truly make this space The establishment of the teleportation array is not only a matter of funds and territory, but also more complicated constraints from other families and potential enemies. It is not so easy to stand out from the so-called first-class families.

"Queen."

"Yes, master, please order."

The old butler, as usual, responded.

"How is Emily's situation?" Motu's eyes flickered.

"The medicine is taking effect. The medicines that have been hidden in the young lady's daily diet for these years are starting to play their role." As he spoke, a form was placed in front of Tumo.

Motu looked at the data on the form, and a rare smile appeared on his old face. Even though his son had made an oath before his death, he never really gave up on Emily, the drug that stimulates the talent of the blood. She has been hiding in Emily's diet on time and in accordance with the amount, accumulating little by little, accumulating steadily, stimulating her blood in a slow way, this does not violate the promise!

What he promised was to give her a free life, but he didn't say that he wouldn't guide her. Of course, it could also be called inducement. In the end, it was still Emily's own decision.

In this era, how precious is a bloodline, especially Emily's powerful talent, how can I give up? How to give up?

This time CHF is very important to the Assassin family. Emily must perform well in order for the Assassin family to gain political support. The weak have no right to speak in any era.

"Quin, it's about to enter the third stage."

"Master, is this going too far?" The old housekeeper was a little worried, after all, Emily's life was different from that of most descendants of the Assassin family.

"What should be faced is still to be faced. Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain." Tomo said lightly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Emily soon discovered that her training began to become more intense, and the intensity reached her limit. The daily training was like armored rails crashing into her, and she was like a stretched iron rail. The limit string may be broken at any time.

But she didn't break down. Every time she thought that adding another feather to the string, or the power of a little dust, would make her fall, she would think of Tianjing Academy and the failures and lessons she had experienced. Gan Xin, and the partners she wants to fight with, will always burn with strength in her body, and persevere, this is also a kind of accumulation of confidence, making Emily stronger step by step, and she has gradually begun to experience the benefits of special training Good thing.

The number of trainees is decreasing, and people are constantly being added. The entire training ground is coldly adding more people according to the assassin's procedures. Every day, people are dragged away in front of Emily's eyes, and their life and death are unknown.

On the other side, Wang Zhong slept very deeply at night and had many dreams. The memory of being burned to death from the soul was too deep, and he would recall it unconsciously in the dream, as if he had experienced hell again. In the end, it seemed that I was about to grow wings and fly away.

The next day I didn’t wake up until past twelve noon. Such a long sleep is indeed a bit unbelievable for a new human being full of energy. The mental consumption is too great. Even with the blessing of the Fate Stone, the soul still becomes Extremely weak, Wang Zhong himself is too unclear about the difference between soul, spirit, and body, but his body temperature is a little high, and he walks a little floaty...

The training in the club was still the same, and it was Barron who felt something was wrong. Senior Wang Zhong, who had always been energetic, was a little... soft, but a few ordinary collisions almost knocked Wang Zhong into the air.

"forty five!"

boom!

"Forty-six!"

boom!

Wang Zhong waved his hand for the usual one hundred sets of collisions, "Barron, you should practice by yourself today."

After finishing speaking, Wang Zhong leaned to the side and gulped down water. Scarlett and the others also looked at each other in blank dismay. Wang Zhong had already drank more than twenty bottles of water.

"Wang Zhong, are you alright, you've sweated a lot." Scarlett asked worriedly.

Wang Zhong smiled and waved his hands, "It's okay, maybe I have a little fever, just take a rest."

Scarlett didn't ask too much, everyone continued to train. It seemed that the vacation was very long, but in fact there was not much time left for everyone. Scarlett and Miramie insisted on practicing every day, hoping to maximize this tacit understanding In addition to the club training during the day, Barron is also practicing at night. Wang Zhong doesn't know what he is busy with recently. Apart from participating in joint training, Colby and Lei Li spend more time practicing in San Judgment. More sparring can hone fighter skills, and Wang Zhong can only be a spectator in the joint training in the evening, just to point out some positioning problems for everyone.

In the evening, after a day of recovery, Wang Zhong became extraordinarily energetic, perhaps supported by a strong desire in his heart. Of course, Simba was extraordinarily lacking in energy. He felt that he was wronged. Isn't it too ruthless to train this guy so perverted?

The worst thing is myself. Compared with myself, those concubines who were buried with the emperor in ancient legends, who were extremely miserable, are nothing compared to me. They are buried with them once, and I have to accompany them four times every night. With the improvement of resistance, the number of such accompanying deaths is also constantly increasing.

"I can't take it anymore. If this goes on like this, I'm going to go crazy! Wang Zhong, are we good friends? Are we buddies? Is there anyone who tortures his buddies like this?"

"No pain No gain……"

"Wang Zhong, let's discuss something. Look, don't you still have a SpongeBob SquarePants? The three of us just happen to be able to fight landlords. We won't practice today. How about finding a place to fight landlords! You are not very good at playing cards." Humph, Simba doesn't believe it at all!"

"Eat bitterness and bitterness, only then can you become a master..." Wang Zhong was still in the sluggishness of the flame barbecue.

"Wang Zhong, in fact, you want to experience the sea of ​​fire, so we can hallucinate in the sea of ​​souls. To be reasonable, my illusion is very advanced, and I don't need to be burned to death every time."

"Well, let's go in and talk about the truth slowly." Wang nodded and said, Simba's previous illusions were good, but now he can't use them. Most importantly, this kind of training illusions is definitely not good. The fifth dimension is indeed What can temper the soul is not only the improvement of resistance, but also the consolidation of his soul power in the process, but he has not yet broken through the soul casting stage.

"Wang Zhong..." Simba said tearfully.

"Simba..." Wang Zhong looked at him earnestly and affectionately while pulling him.

"You've learned badly, ah~~~~Don't~~~"

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