Chapter 572 What on Earth Do You Want?

Seeing Torre eating the food cooked by his enemy without hesitation, Feng Xue was inevitably speechless.

Torre is a very strange killer. He has many rules, such as not killing children and not accepting commissions to target people with underage children.

But it would be wrong to say that he is rigid, because he does not abide by the "don't pay, don't kill" rule of many killers, and even kills his employer as well. The act of withdrawing money is also very common.

Maybe when it comes to this, some people will think that he is a good person, but this is not right, because he only accepts tasks based on whether the target is under age or has children. As for whether it is good or bad, he does not care. He is a reporter who speaks out and exposes the darkness, or It makes no difference to him to be a gangster who sells banned drugs for his own harm.

"Don't think about it. I can tell whether the food is poisoned or not, but your food definitely looks like it was poisoned."

Suddenly, Torre's voice interrupted Feng Xue's thinking. He frowned slightly and looked at the other party's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. For a moment, he wanted to give this old man a fight.

After this period of conditioning, his body that was weak due to lack of exercise has been made up for. Although it cannot be said to be comparable to adults, combined with the various structures he has mastered, there is definitely no problem in winning.

But after a moment of hesitation, he still forcibly held back, saying silently "This is a professional mentor" in his heart. Feng Xue calmed down his emotions and continued to eat, but Torre was chattering away——

"Yes, I can restrain my murderous intent, but this is just the beginning. Only if nothing is leaked can I be considered qualified! But I am quite curious, how do you want to kill me?"

"..." Feng Xue is very convinced that he has extremely strict control over the G·I force field. Although there is no such thing as Occlumency, he can firmly lock his surface thinking with the help of the characteristics of photon spin. , it can be said that as long as the other party does not stuff the tentacles of the command structure into his mind and read it hard, he will basically not be able to sense the exposed thoughts.

Coupled with his poker face that has been cultivated by the [illusion] organization, it is difficult for Feng Xue to understand how the other party can see through his thoughts.

"Mind-reading architecture?"

Feng Xue suddenly became alert, but Torre still said indifferently:

"You don't have that kind of convenient ability, it's just pure intuition. How should I put it? Well, once you can hit the target with a picked-up gun without using any structure, you will almost understand."

"Some kind of self-restraint architecture?" Feng Xue immediately thought of the principle of this ability from the perspective of an architecture system.

Architecture is something that always accompanies life, but it also has various branches, active, passive, effective on oneself, effective on external objects, constructed out of thin air, relying on special carriers...

And self-discipline is, in a sense, a universal formula for enhancing architecture.

This time Torre did not show his mind-reading ability again. The two finished dinner quickly, and Feng Xue started today's training again.

This kind of training lasted for six years, but for Feng Xue, the actual physical training time was not long, because during this period, he had almost no chance to do anything. The whole process focused on training, training, and training again. Even without the rules of Golden Finger that blur out the meaningless parts, this kind of repetitive training alone makes Feng Xue feel like there is a lack of change in time.

But everything finally changed, because one day, Torre, who looked a little older, suddenly said:

"It's almost time to say goodbye."

"Huh?" Feng Xue, who was standing at the end of the shooting range, using bullets to draw simple drawings on the target fifty meters away, was slightly stunned and said inexplicably:

"What did you say?"

"I said it's time to say goodbye. You are an adult and I don't have to support you anymore. You have the means to survive and you can start your own life." Torre made a careless voice, and Feng Xue frowned and said:

"So what are you thinking about? You pulled me into special training for no reason. I thought you wanted to train a successor or something!"

"Heir? Do you think I'm the one who needs that kind of thing? I'm in my prime, okay?" As Torre spoke, Feng Xue suddenly noticed that the wrinkles on the other person's face suddenly became a little lighter, making him look a little older than before. The feeling disappeared immediately, no, not only disappeared, he actually looked younger!

Just when he was about to say something else, Torre waved his hand and said:

"I can no longer feel your murderous intention. It doesn't matter whether you don't want to kill me anymore or you can hide your murderous intention to the extent that I can't feel it anymore. If you still want to take revenge, I'm welcome at any time. But in person I won’t hold back on adults, so if you still can’t let it go, go ahead and gain some experience!”

As he said that, he threw a card casually, turned around, turned his back to Feng Xue and left the underground shooting range. Feng Xue caught the card, but it was a membership card for a teahouse. At this moment, Feng Xue was a little suspicious of this. Did Lao Deng give me the wrong card?

At this moment, Feng Xue was quite confused. According to the experience of the dream owner, there are only two possibilities -

One is to catch up and launch an unpleasant revenge, whether it is killing the other party, being defeated by the other party and letting him go, or being run away by the other party (because he is the dream owner, he must not be killed in real experience), the result Neither will be comfortable.

The other option is to find this teahouse according to the address on this membership card to see if there are any new clues.

Feng Xue didn't know the owner of this dream at all, and had never heard of the killer Torre, so naturally he didn't know what choice he made in reality, but as far as Feng Xue was concerned...

Sure enough, I should catch up and beat up this old Deng first!

With a thought, Feng Xue chased him out of the shooting range, but...

"Where is he?"

Torre's figure had disappeared without a trace at this time, and even the photon cyclotron could not draw any trace of the exclusive particles, but the long-lost use of photon cyclotron made Feng Xue notice a detail, that is, his G·I particles seemed to have a restrained temperament.

"The result of meditating on the microcosm? Or is it the effect of the seemingly repetitive training in these six years?"

Feng Xue didn't understand why six years of gunman training away from the architecture could change the appearance of G·I particles, but if it was brought by the meditation microcosm... this restraint was somewhat similar to Torre's feeling of being unable to grasp the traces at all.

"I just don't know if this change is based on the body or the consciousness. If it's the latter, it's fine. But if it's the former... do I have to leave the structure and practice for six years in reality?"