Three years ago, Seinfeld received an assignment in which a high-ranking official of the Huaxia state was treason with state secrets, and asked Seinfeld to purge the official and his close family members and entourage before he could leave.

This time, the state reacted quickly, and before the official could react, Seinfeld came to his home, and despite the efforts of the official and the bodyguards, those rebellions were in vain for Seinfeld.

In the huge villa with no lights, Seinfeld was like a ghost, and in less than five minutes, twenty-four of the twenty-five people in the villa had been killed.

The last survivor was a girl who came out of the bedroom in a pale blue dress and pajamas with hazy eyes.

"The air conditioner was out of power, so hot. The girl shouted into the darkness.

At that time, the girl's eyes were as clean as the girl in front of her, her eyes were clear, her skin was fair, and the faint virgin fragrance on her body exuded a very comfortable and refreshing atmosphere.

Such a girl can't help but have a good impression as soon as they meet, not to mention the spicy hands destroying flowers.

It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that such a pure and clean girl would commit treason.

But Seinfeld knew that humans were sometimes deceiving, especially women.

The seniors used countless bloody experiences to tell Seinfeld that self-righteous and emotional things will bring immeasurable losses to the country and the people most of the time.

Seinfeld did not dare to gamble his judgment with the great interests of the country and the people, and he still can't forget the confused look in the girl's eyes when she looked at her pistol at her head before she died.

Maybe she is innocent, but she must die.

Seinfeld has no regrets, if there were another incident like that, he would still do it. But the girl's clean and pure eyes often appear in his mind and become his indelible memory.

The girl held a large bowl full of steaming potions, and her small mouth gently blew on the heat as she slowly walked towards Seinfeld.

"Young master, it's time to drink medicine. The girl handed the medicine to Seinfeld.

It seems that he is the so-called young master, and he finally has a bit of identity. Seinfeld thought with some relief.

If you have an identity, you have the right to speak, and you have the right to speak, so it will be relatively easy to inquire about the current situation.

"Medicine? What kind of medicine is this? Seinfeld was a little puzzled, although his body was weaker, but when he checked his body just now, he didn't find any symptoms.

The girl put the medicine on Seinfeld's hand, and her delicate face did not show the respect she deserved, but her eyes showed deep disdain, and she said coldly: "The medicine that calms the nerves and nourishes the brain, nourishes the young master's brain, I hope that next time I won't be stunned by the enemy." ”

He immediately put the medicine on Seinfeld's hand and left the stone chamber without looking back.

Seinfeld touched his nose: "It seems that the identity of the young master doesn't work very well, since that's the case, let's go out and have a look first." ”

And listen to the meaning of the girl's words, being stunned by the enemy?

It seems that the former owner of this body, not only is it not likable, but he is also a useless waste, so waste that he is looked down upon by a little girl.

And it is very likely that it was scared to death, not stunned, that gave himself a chance to occupy this body.

Placing the soothing Chinese medicine on the stone table, Seinfeld walked down the stone door into the hall.

In the hall, from time to time, people walked back and forth with herbs in their hands, walking towards the wounded nearby.

Next to the stone pillar closest to him, a middle-aged man in a strong suit had his abdomen opened more than ten centimeters, and his waist was wrapped in a white cloth. To his left, the right arm of another cyan young man in a strong suit was cut off by the sharp blade, and the white cloth on the broken part had turned jet black, apparently some time since he was injured.

The person on the right didn't know where the injury was, and the whole person was unconscious on the ground.

Next to the stone pillars, from time to time there were wounded people in cyan suits, leaning on each other. At a glance, these wounded knew that they had experienced very tragic battles, some had broken hands and legs, some had large cuts in their chests, backs and backs, and some were unconscious.

But even so, their eyes were resolute, and they still held the long sword in their hands tightly. It seems that as long as they don't fall down immediately, they can continue to fight.

Others were bandaging their wounds and applying medicine.

The whole hall was filled with an atmosphere of tragedy and sorrow.

When Seinfeld saw this scene, he was also deeply touched in his heart, this kind of tragic picture could only be seen in his previous life by infiltrating those warring countries.

As soon as Seinfeld came out, he immediately became the focus of the crowd.

Judging from the little girl's actions just now, she shouldn't be very popular, but everyone's performance still exceeded Seinfeld's expectations.

"Look, the young master came out again after being frightened. ”

"Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. ”

"The hero of the gang is the world, but it's a pity that the tiger father and the dog son. ”

"If I have half the power of the helper, I will die in battle. When Seinfeld heard the prestige, the big men who spoke did not turn their heads and pretend not to say anything as he imagined, but raised their heads one by one and glared at Seinfeld fiercely. There was a look of contempt in his eyes.

"Hello. Seinfeld smiled and walked towards one of the middle-aged men in strong suits who spoke, trying to extract some useful information from his mouth.

"Hmph. The middle-aged man in the power suit snorted coldly, turned around with the medicine in his hand, and left Seinfeld aside.

Seinfeld smiled bitterly, the young master's right to speak seemed to be inferior to anyone in the hall. At least they can communicate with each other on an equal footing, and it seems that it is difficult for them to say a word to others.

"What did the former owner of this body do that hurt the heavens and reason, it really hurts the brain. Seinfeld shook his head helplessly.

Walking along the corner of the hall, the crowd of people I met along the way, saw Seinfeld coming, these people all had a tense face, as if Seinfeld owed them a lot of money, whether Seinfeld greeted them or not, they all rushed away, or walked without looking back after snorting coldly, what should they do, treating Seinfeld as a ball of air.

"That's a lot of hatred. Seinfeld couldn't help but mutter.

"Young master. "In a corner of the hall, there was a big man sitting on a stone pillar, his hair was disheveled, his face was covered with a mixture of dirt and blood, and his samurai suit was dirty and blackened with bruises.

At this moment, he clasped his hands into fists and saluted Song Feifei.

Seeing Seinfeld's gaze, Dahan reciprocated with a sincere smile, like an honest old farmer in the countryside. After laughing, he turned his head sideways and subconsciously touched the long knife that was still dripping blood beside him.

Sweeping down the big man's lower body, Seinfeld's gaze suddenly dimmed.

The strong man's right leg was cut off from the base of his thigh, and at this moment a man squatted in front of him to help him bandage his wounds, and the white cloth tightly strangled the blood vessels at the base of his thigh to prevent blood from gushing out of the base of his thigh.

Another seriously injured person.

For Seinfeld, there was a hint of relief in the gloom, and finally, someone didn't have to look at him with contempt and contempt.

"Young master, do you say me?" Song Fei walked quickly to the side of the big man and squatted in front of the big man and said.

The big man's dirty face was a little stunned, and then he said in a straight voice: "The young master is laughing, except for you, no one deserves Lao Tzu to call him a young master." ”

"That. Seinfeld pretended to be dumbfounded, "I have amnesia, I can't remember anything." ”

There's no way, as a party, if you don't know anything, it's too much to say, instead of explaining the reason, it's better to use this most bloody and classic bridge to pretend to have amnesia.

Amnesia, I can always ask this and that, or I don't know anything. Amnesia is the greatest.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost. At this moment, a cold snort came through Seinfeld's ear.

A young man in his twenties, carrying a long sword, with a smooth and white face, revealing an angular cold hand, and dark and deep eyes, was looking at him condescendingly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, it was obvious that this was a mocking smile.

"Are you?" Seinfeld wondered. Anyway, pretending to have amnesia, you can show any confusion normally.

"What's the matter, the young master doesn't even know me anymore?" the young man said slowly, the mockery on the corner of his mouth was even worse, and he slowly bent down and arched his body towards Seinfeld, "It's still just a moment of scare, scaring you stupid." ”

"Really forgot. Seinfeld said lightly, since the other party is clearly not dealing with him, he does not plan to explore information from his mouth, and Seinfeld will not keep a smile on the other party in a self-inflicted manner.

"You. The young man seemed to be irritated by Seinfeld's attitude, "You are a waste, you dare to talk to me like this, you really don't change your dead nature, and you still think you are superior?"

The young man's face changed, his right hand reached out, and suddenly grabbed Seinfeld's chest placket and pulled Seinfeld up. And although Seinfeld reacted to how to dodge, it was a pity that his physical quality was too far from the other party, and he wanted to dodge, but he didn't wait for him to make a move, and his body of more than 100 pounds was lifted by him like a chicken.

"Young Master Qin. How can you be rude to the young master. Those who saw this scene couldn't help but roar, "Pay attention to your identity."

Seinfeld was surprised, and couldn't help but hear the voice, and the people who spoke out turned out to be the ones who had just snorted coldly at himself and called himself a waste.

Calling yourself a waste? And you want people to not be unreasonable to themselves? Seinfeld felt that things were getting more and more complicated.

The young man named Qin Gongzi smiled coldly, pulled Song Fei in front of him with his right hand, and pointed to the injured crowd around him with his left hand and said, "Look, look at the elders and brothers of these gangs, look at their current appearance, if it weren't for you, how could they have suffered such a disaster." ”

Seinfeld had a series of question marks in his mind, turned his head to look at the crowd around him, since the young man roared, the hall was surprisingly quiet, seeing Seinfeld's gaze sweeping, the people who were swept by his gaze couldn't help but bow their heads, as if acquiescing to the young man's words.

Did I hurt these people? Or in my previous life, I caused these people to lose arms and legs? If so, why didn't they kill themselves to vent their anger, but instead made this young man not rude to him?