"Haha, you're right. I really need you to promise me something. However, there is no danger. Instead, it can help you and better protect the people you want to protect. In this way, can you agree?"

Having said that, Ling'er was not ready to be pretentious, so she immediately knelt down.

"Senior is here, I will be worshipped by the younger generation three times."

"Don't worship too early, because accepting inheritance requires passing the test. If you can't pass, I can only send you away."

"No matter whether the younger generation can successfully accept the inheritance today, they should worship each other. In terms of seniority, you grow up and I am young, in terms of ability, you are strong and I am weak, in terms of reason, you answer my questions. So no matter what aspect you look at, you should worship each other."

He took two steps forward, knelt down, and knocked his head to the ground, looking respectful.

The clothes on his body have been changed, no longer as embarrassing as before. He was wearing red clothes as charming as a demon. When he was kneeling down, a light flashed across the spiritual flowers between his eyebrows.

Although it was just a trace of decay, he was also conscious and was very satisfied with the kneeling woman in front of him.

She is demon but not charming, cunning but not deceitful, especially the flower between her eyebrows, which always makes her feel familiar.

Although she has not been tested yet, for some reason, she always feels very at ease. It seems that a voice is telling her that it is her, that is, that is, that she is the person she is waiting for.

"Child, what's your name?"

"Xia Ling'er."

"Ling'er, a good name, no wonder you have a spirited aura all over your body. It turns out that people are just like their name." This sentence sounds like a praising word, but it is also a heartfelt word. After all, there is only a younger generation in front of her, and she does not have to flatter her.

"Senior has gone too far, let's start." Ling'er was worried that Xia Junyu would not be able to find her for too long.

"good."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scenery immediately changed.

There is an extremely faint sound next to the old streets, dilapidated houses, and dark green trash cans.

"Hungry, I'm so hungry... so hungry..."

Ling'er walked over with the sound and saw a thin child wearing a ill-fitting clothes he picked up from somewhere. Because he had been wearing them for too long, he had become ragged. Under the cover of the fat clothes, the already skinny child looked more and more skinny.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes empty and without any focal length. Ling'er saw her purple eyes that were different from ordinary people.

The eyes narrowed, and the unbearable past that was buried in the deepest part of my memory clearly appeared before my eyes.

This child is herself.

As soon as she was born, she was abandoned by her parents. She grew up in an orphanage until she was five years old and was sold to a trafficker by a black-hearted nurse. Later, she ran out.

A five-year-old child has no ability to take care of himself at all. She can only survive by competing for food with stray dogs and cats.

But I was still sick and had no strength to look for food. I could only lie here quietly waiting to die.

Passersby walked by the road from time to time, but no one cared about this child who had not eaten for seven days and seven nights. Maybe her voice was too small, or maybe she was too hasty, or maybe she just didn't want to admit it, but people's hearts were too indifferent.

The little girl's breathing became weaker and weaker, and she could no longer hold on. At this moment, a mysterious man in black suddenly appeared in front of him and handed her a steamed bun.

The man was wearing a black jacket and a hat. The hat was very big, almost covering his forehead. He wore a black mask. In the shadow of the hat, the little girl only saw a pair of cold eyes.

The originally blurred vision became clear again. I don’t know where the strength came from, but the little girl snatched the steamed bun and started eating it voraciously.

While eating, he repeated the verbal 'Thank you' in a low voice.

Later that person took her away and became her master.

Swimming under the water in the cold winter, practicing martial arts under the hot summer, tasting all poisonous weeds, and being bitten by various poisonous insects, practicing light skills on cliffs, walking on the tip of a knife...

She should be grateful to the master.

It can be said that if she hadn't met him, she would have died that day.

Although the master was very strict with her in the next six years, she never complained.

In this world, people's hearts are indifferent and no one owes anyone. The master has no responsibility to her. It is a kindness to adopt him, educate him, and give her a bite of food.

She was unforgettable for those six years.

She repeated the hellish training every day, and since she was eight years old, she learned to kill people.

She still clearly remembered that when she killed someone for the first time, she vomited for three days.

In order to make her adapt faster, the first time she killed someone, she chose melee combat, and the weapon she used was a short sword.

The sound of the knife inserted into the heart was not very loud, but it echoed so clearly in her ears. The moment she drew the knife, blood splattered out and fell on her clothes and face...

The smell of blood filled her breath, making her feel at a loss.

When that person died, his eyes widened and he looked straight at her, dying with his eyes open.

The picture clearly appeared in her dream for a long time afterwards. Many times, she woke up from her sleep.

However, for her nowadays, these are like daily routines. Not to mention killing people, even if there are mountains of corpses in front of her, she can drink and eat food calmly.

Looking at the scenes she had experienced before, she smiled faintly and shook her head.

"spirit!"

The low male voice is like a precious cello, touching the heart word by word.

Ling'er turned around and saw a familiar figure.

"Brother Tianlang." Ling'er smiled slightly and looked at the tall and gentle man in front of her. The word gentle actually has something to do with Tianlang.

Because in the eyes of outsiders, Tianlang is synonymous with indifference.

His gentleness will only be revealed when facing Ling'er.

"Ling, what are you thinking? Although the mission has been completed, you can't relax like this." Tianlang stretched out his hand and handed her the confidential document he had just obtained.

"You have to know that our identity is special and dangers are everywhere. So, under any circumstances, you must be vigilant. Even if the person you are facing is me." Tianlang was her instructor, and he was half a teacher. However, Ling'er's ears were almost calloused when he heard these words.

I always feel that Tianlang is a little too alert, maybe it is an occupational disease.

Later, she realized that Tianlang had an occupational disease, but only when he was concerned about her would he be overly nervous because he was confused.

At that time, she didn't understand anything and didn't understand the friendship in Tianlang's eyes. But for some reason, she now understands it.

That feeling was like she was really with him.

Ling'er felt a little strange about her thoughts. For example, "Later she understood" she really didn't know when that happened "later". There was also the real feeling that she seemed to have been together, and she didn't know where it started.

But at this moment, she was so lucky that she did not miss this man.

Thinking of this, Ling'er took two steps forward and hugged Tianlang.

Tianlang's body became stiff, and the file bag that had not been taken over by Ling'er in his hand fell to the ground.

"Ling, what's wrong with you? Is something wrong?" Tianlang maintained the posture of the moment he was hugged, and did not dare to move, for fear that it would be a dream and would wake up with a slight movement.

At the same time, he was a little nervous because he knew Ling'er. She was not a person who understood feelings and would not easily get close to anyone. Suddenly, what he could think of immediately was what might happen to Ling'er.

"Brother Tianlang, it's great to see you." A layer of mist was covered with purple eyes. The arms holding Tianlang subconsciously tightened, as if they were afraid that once they let go, he would disappear.

"Ling, what's wrong with you? Who is making you unhappy?"

"No. I just miss you, I want to hug you." This sentence is true. The moment I saw Tianlang, that rich and real feeling immediately emerged, although she didn't know where this feeling originated.

Tianlang's stiff hands gradually softened, and he hugged Ling'er's thin shoulders back, and then patted them gently.

"Ling, don't worry, my mission this time is very difficult, but you have completed it, right? Okay, don't worry, it's all over."

Task?

What task?

She just focused all her attention on this man she hadn't seen for a long time, and I really haven't paid attention to anything else.

Raise your eyes and sweep around.

The scene in front of you makes the originally joyful emotions instantly replace by fear, this is!

A red light flashed, and Ling'er's eyes widened in an instant.

This is the scene before her death. This mission is a scam prepared to kill her from beginning to end.

Brother Tianlang also lost his life to save her.

"No!"

He suddenly pushed away the person he was holding tightly, "Brother Tianlang, go quickly, leave here quickly!" Otherwise, you would die. You have seen it once, and I don't want to see it again.

Turning around, she protected Tianlang behind her, and her eyes were vigilantly swept around.

The red light just now should be a sniper.

A large number of killers should have been ambushed around these four areas.

"Ling, what's wrong with you?" Tianlang stretched out his hand, turned Ling'er's body, and then looked at her with a look on his face.

Her purple eyes were filled with panic and worry and fear, which was very different from her.

"Ling, isn't this mission too tiring? OK, I'm here, don't be nervous, let it go, I'll take you home."

He put his hands down from Ling'er's shoulders, then took her hand, curled his lips and smiled, and took her away.

There is no sniper in my impression, no death in my memory, everything is so harmonious.

Could it be that there was something wrong with her own memory?
To be continued...