The next day, a man came with a small scar on his forehead, but it was covered by his forehead.
"Who are you?" Gong Ruodie tilted her head and asked the man in front of her. He was still in his twenties.
"My name is Hun, and I am the person responsible for training you." Hun's cold, murderous eyes stared directly at the woman in front of him.
Xue Die nodded. She was sure that her name would be Xue Die. As for the name Gong Ruo Die, it disappeared completely from her memory.
In an instant, Hun grabbed Xuedie's wrist. Then he let go and chuckled. "It's really a martial arts show. Come with me, Xuedie." Hun, the number one killer in the underworld market.
"Why did you bring me here?" Xuedie asked puzzledly. This seems to be a styling shop.
"When you do things, just do them. No need to interrupt, this is what killers should remember." Hun said coldly, and brought Xuedie inside.
Hun murmured with a tattoo artist. The tattoo artist sterilized the needle.
"Miss, please lie down on it."
Xuedie lay on the small bed. The tattoo artist opened her upper clothes, revealing her charming collarbone. The silver needle flashed in the sun. The tattooist moved, and the silver needle pricked Xuedie's collarbone.
"Hmm~~~" The biting pain made her cry out involuntarily.
"Shut up, a killer must know how to endure pain! If you can't bear this small pain, how can you do big things in the future!" Hun's voice did not have any warmth.
Xuedie clenched her teeth, clenched her pink fists tightly, and stabbed her collarbone with needles one after another. Her nails dug into her palms, turning almost green and red. No matter how painful it was, she had to endure it. Who said this was her?
The pain in my collarbone was almost numb. My fists were slowly loosened. But the sweat on my forehead hadn't dried yet...
"Miss, it's done." It took two hours.
Xuedie stood up from the bed, and there was a mirror in front of him. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw a blue-purple butterfly stabbed on his collarbone. It was coquettish, enchanting, and tempting.
"Let's go to the training hall." Hun glanced at the butterfly and nodded with satisfaction.
Hun took Xuedie to a small house. "Go in."
Xuedie was confused for a moment, not knowing whether he should go in or not.
"Don't listen to a sentence twice, go in immediately." Hun's words were very stern and very cold.
Xuedie walked in slowly. As soon as he walked in, the door was closed. He looked at the door in surprise, and then returned to the small house. There were 5 big men inside. They were all strong and they approached Xuedie step by step.
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The blood butterfly couldn't help but step back.
"Only by killing them can you survive!" Hun's voice sounded outside the door.
Xuedie's heart was hardened, and she suddenly understood the definition of a killer. To kill, others die, and you live. Use others' departure in exchange for your own survival. It turned out that she had lived this kind of life before. The words of the soul kept lingering in her mind,
Only by killing themselves can they survive.
At this time, those big men had already rushed towards her. Her body reacted quickly to avoid them.
Why would I have such a natural reaction? I suddenly remembered that I was also a killer in the past, so I should be able to do kung fu.
A big man, who didn't know when he was standing in front of Xuedie, hit her in the back with a palm. Xuedie knelt on the ground with a thud in pain. He turned around and stared at the big man, his eyes were no longer pure, and there was only one word.