Chapter 367 Murderous Intent

"Hi, old housekeeper, happy New Year!"

"kindness."

"Tsk, can you be a little sincere? At least you have to celebrate the New Year with courtesy. I don't think I still think of you at this time."

"Happy New Year."

"..."

Waving his hands in frustration, Tang En looked defeated by you, and then followed his usual habit and went straight to the training area with various tricks.

The conversation with Luosha in the early morning did not last long. When they reached the next intersection, someone came over and asked her to go back to discuss the matter, so the two parties said goodbye. Then Tang En and little Carol returned to the ordinary house and each went into their own rooms to catch up on their sleep.

During this period, little Carol returned to her normal demeanor and never mentioned going to the front line again. She seemed to have really given up. But Tang En is naturally not that easy to fool, and such abnormal behavior will only make him more vigilant. I kept thinking that when I leave in two days, I must arrange for a few more people to watch her, or find a way to find something for her to do...

When I woke up, it was already noon, and there was a strong festival atmosphere everywhere in Dawn City. Tang En didn't like this feeling, because it reminded him of the present world. At this time, he should visit relatives and friends under the guidance of his parents... He shook his head, and finally closed the door and entered the system space to be quiet.

Body training, strength and speed training, hand speed training, skill training... As Tang En's strength gradually improved, the training direction became more comprehensive. To be honest, now that his physical potential in all aspects has been developed to the greatest extent, it is impossible to make significant progress. Judging from the systematic measurement method, it takes more than ten days of training to see a little progress, almost. It makes people despair.

But that's where Tang En's advantage lies. To put it nicely, it's called tenacity, but to put it mildly, it's called stubbornness. He has long known that he is not a person with outstanding talents. If he wants to gain stronger strength, he must continue to carry out boring training every day. Now that I can have the assistance of the system, I can see the little achievements after training, and I have hope in my heart, which is very satisfying.

The training of about two hours ended quickly. During the training, little Carol came into the room once, said she wanted to go out to play with her peers, and then left.

Dragging his tired body, Tang En walked back to the monotonous hall where the old butler was, looked around, and said helplessly: "Old butler, stop reading, change a chair and come out and sit."

He took a sip of tea, put down the flat-mouthed purple sand teapot in his hand, folded the pages, and closed the book... Under Tang En's twitching eyes, the old butler finished all this slowly, then waved his hand, and a figure appeared out of thin air beside the tea table. A recliner.

Throwing his body up, Tang En let out a comfortable groan as he felt the muscles relax. Needless to say, the old butler still knows how to enjoy things. No matter what the environment is, he can always find the most suitable thing.

After smacking his mouth, Tang En narrowed his eyes and said, "Old housekeeper, do you think I can succeed this time?"

He didn't say anything specific, but Tang En believed that with the old butler's abnormal IQ and his understanding of him, he could easily think of it.

The old housekeeper said calmly: "This is a question that can only be answered with time and results."

"I...wipe it!" Tang En grinned as if he had a toothache. Wasn't this what he had said to Luo Sha in the morning, and the number of words was exactly the same, "Stop playing around and give me some professional advice."

"I don't know." Looking at Tang En's dissatisfied look, the old housekeeper continued, "Assassination is easily affected by various factors, so the question you asked couldn't be more stupid."

"I'm just trying to gain some confidence." Tang En sighed helplessly, his expression a little tangled.

This is the truth. Twain has assassinated Sethman several times. I dare not say that I am at my peak every time, but I do choose the best time, but the results always leave people speechless. Every time I fail due to some accidents, such as Xia Wei'an who burst out of the sky, such as the inconspicuous Guangming Statues of gods and more. Several times, Tang En became seriously unsure of his own character.

"If this is the case, now is not a good time. When your strength is equal to Xia Wei'an, the chance of assassination will be much higher." Although Tang En's words were a bit unreliable, the old housekeeper still gave the advice calmly.

Tang En was a little startled when he heard this, pondered for a while, and then shook his head: "We can't wait any longer... Maybe I will be stronger by then, but I'm afraid I no longer have the murderous intention to get rid of Sethman!"

Changing to a lying position, Tang En looked at the dark ceiling of the hall and said: "Now that I think about it, the idea of ​​killing Sethman is really ridiculous. The villagers of Xiaoshi Village have nothing to do with me at all. Well, the old farmer treated me to a few meals... So what? Just because of this, I have to risk my life to avenge the whole village? It's really... Huh, great! Tang En, you're fucking pretending He looks like a saint! Haha..."

After a pause, Tang En put his hands in front of his eyes and turned them over, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. It seemed like a sneer, but also seemed like a wry smile, "In fact, from a sinful perspective, the dead souls under my hands seem to be worse than Sethman deserves to die better. Oh, by the way, there was that time in the Beacon City Square. Those ordinary people were killed by Samp, but looking at it from another angle, wouldn't it be because of me? In this case, I should pay with my life. Well, you should avenge them... Oh, Samp died in my hands in the end. Damn, this is revenge..."

"Don't worry, this at least shows that you have gradually become a qualified killer!"

After opening his mouth, Tang En was stunned for a moment, and then he spread his hands: "You are right, I am a qualified killer, I can't look back... Haha, look, after receiving your comment, not only did I not feel any resistance, I actually felt... I'm a little happy, it's really...well, old housekeeper, you knew from the beginning that I would become like this."

Shaking his head slightly, the old butler said calmly: "No! I only expected that you would become a killer. After all, killing is addictive! But there are thousands of kinds of killers. What type they will become, well, it's hard to say."

Tang En raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then tell me what type I am?"

"It's not my job to judge people, unless that person is someone I want to kill."

He spread his hands and said, "It's not a contradiction. I've been killed by you many times. Even if it's a negative review, you still have to give me a negative review."

"That's not a real death..." Habit corrected him, and then, probably worried about Tang En's constant noisy and pestering, the old butler continued, "A slow-heating killer."

"Oh, you're not sincere! Tsk, tsk, I really hate your flat tone. I can't hear either the complimentary or the derogatory meaning... Okay!"

Bang bang, clapped his hands twice, Tang En stood up, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Just think of it as having a beginning and an end, or just to make my thoughts more clear. I am determined to kill Sethman on this trip to the front line. Yes! After that... well, we’ll talk about what happens next.”

…………(To be continued.)