Reincarnation (Part 2) The Martial Arts Leader and the Killer
Did they kill the assistant?
I killed my assistant.
It turns out that the things I was worried about in my original world had already happened in my previous life.
If you want to conquer me, you must first eliminate the assistants around me.
Did he die once? Or several times?
I have no idea.
All I know is that I am starting to lose control of this world.
From my point of view, this is not a world with a sound legal system. As the center of the world, I have supreme power.
I took away those malicious attackers and used various means to force them to reveal the truth about the world. Some people said that this world is a book, while others said that this world is just a game.
They were subjected to various tortures and endless interrogations in a dark room until time and space began to distort.
…
Before I even opened my eyes, I felt the murderous aura coming towards me.
I dodged the fatal blow by leaning sideways and met the oncoming person's eyes.
Under the light, his eyes were incredibly bright, and there seemed to be two wildly burning flames swaying in his pupils.
My heart is beating like a drum, and I don’t know if it is me in this life or me now.
"We" were heart-pounding.
Our moves are deadly.
I don’t know which previous life this was, but the direction of development in this life is martial arts.
The assistant in front of him looked to be around 22 or 23 years old, but his eyes were a little immature compared to those of the student-looking assistants.
This martial arts past life seems to be earlier than the school past life.
This fight was evenly matched. Suddenly, I said aloud, "I didn't expect that the owner of Qianji Tower was secretly engaged in the assassin business."
The other person paused, and I knew that I was right.
During this half breath of time, my sword energy pierced through his mask, and his entire face appeared in front of me.
Living Assistant.
Nice to meet you again.
He was not wearing glasses, so the coldness and sharpness in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, and the whole person standing there was like a sharp sword.
I laughed, "You guessed it right."
He also stopped his attack, "How did you recognize me?"
I nodded my eyes. "How come you can't remember the information you wrote about me yourself? I have a photographic memory. Even if you only show your eyes, I can still recognize you."
His eyes were dark and unclear.
I know that what he really wants to know is why I remember him when he has lost his sense of existence.
But he didn't ask any further questions, turned around and jumped out of the window.
Apparently, I hadn’t had enough fun yet. I jumped onto the windowsill and shouted into the distance, “Why are you leaving? Don’t you want to kill me anymore?”
The assistant's voice was cold and distant, "I'll kill you next time."
…
In this life, there are still a steady stream of attackers.
The world's development direction is martial arts, and the level of technological development remains at the era when smartphones have not yet been launched on the market.
This also resulted in surveillance not being universal and the household registration system not yet being sound. Even if an attacker sneaked into this world, they could become a legal citizen of this world through some means.
They are like locusts, impossible to kill.
Especially, as the leader of the martial arts world in this world, many people try to get close to me. Sometimes, it is difficult for me to tell whether the person with bad intentions in front of me is a "black household who appeared inexplicably" or a "native of this world."
They seemed to have different purposes for trying to please and flatter me.
They try every means to please me, seemingly doing it for my own good, but in fact it is just to satisfy their own selfish desires, without considering whether their behavior causes trouble to me or the people around me.
Compared with this group of people, the assistant seems unique.
Because he really wanted to kill me.
The strong murderous aura on him could not be faked.
I had no doubt that if I made a wrong move he would stab me in the heart.
It's always more comfortable to get along with a killer than with a bunch of hypocrites.
His assassinations were like a fun little spice in life.
Until one day, I caught him covered in blood.
He must have made a mistake during the mission, which led to his current miserable state. He had no choice but to be blocked in a dead end by me and let me pinch his chin.
He said calmly, "Let's do it."
Although he said that he didn't care about life and death, his eyes were still surprisingly bright.
What a vigorous vitality.
He was like a wounded leopard, seemingly docile and harmless, but just waiting for an opportunity to pounce on me and bite off my throat.
I felt that strange heartbeat again.
In the darkness, his lips were stained with blood, reflecting the faint light.
I laughed, "It would be too easy for you to die like this."
I took out the medicine for treating internal injuries from my arms, shook it in front of him, then put it in his mouth and lowered my head.
Pry open his lips and teeth and pass the medicine over.
His pupils dilated in front of me, and an indescribable joy rose in my heart.
My tongue hurt, and he bit it down, and I tasted my own blood, mixing with his.
I held his chin in place and forced him to kiss me.
No, or to describe it as a kiss is not quite accurate.
This was clearly two wild beasts tearing at each other without any plan, a battle between lips and teeth.
I was slightly inferior, my breath was disordered, and I was defeated.
I stood up and threw the money, bandages, wound medicine, etc. in front of him, "Live well, I haven't had enough fun yet."
When I left, I could feel his gaze sticking to my back like a spider's thread, following me everywhere.
…
Afterwards, his assassinations were still as deadly as before, the only difference was that each battle ended with an unspoken kiss.
It was still a kiss without any skills, like two wild beasts biting each other.
The Wulin Alliance still maintains a good cooperative relationship with Qianji Tower. He and I looked at each other through his glasses and smiled at the same time.
No one knows that I will be stabbed to death by the man in front of me every once in a while and then kiss him.
Like an unspoken secret.
With the development of Wulin Alliance, more and more attackers come here.
The means they pursued gradually became extreme.
Someone started to contact hostile forces, betrayed the intelligence of the Wulin Alliance, and put me to death.
They thought that I was standing too high, and instead of letting me bow my head, they would pull me into the quagmire and then help me when I struggle, so that I would fall in love with one of them.
These people are like flies, really annoying. However, although this group of people are clearly not focused on cultivation, most of them have good martial arts skills, which does cause me some trouble.
So I exposed my weakness and used myself as bait, intending to catch them all in one fell swoop.
Unexpectedly, their strength was beyond my imagination. Although I escaped, I was seriously injured.
I can go meet my subordinates.
There are some dangers, but as long as we meet, I will be completely safe.
But suddenly I wanted to do something big so that these annoying flies would never dare to come near me again.
So that night, for the first time, it was my turn to find him.
Late at night, I knocked on his window. He was still in his pajamas when he opened it. I knew that the pen in his hand seemed harmless, but it could be called a murder weapon.
I was caught off guard and showed him my weakness. I smiled and said, "I'm injured. Please take me in for a while."
As I spoke, my blood dripped onto the back of his bare feet.
He looked at me and suddenly smiled faintly, and the next second the pen was placed across my neck.
"I've been wanting to kill you for a long time. Why do you think I would let go of such a good opportunity?"
Because of the excessive blood loss, my vision was already somewhat black, and I said, "If you don't let me in, I will die without you having to kill me."
His smile faded, and he looked at me expressionlessly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed my neck and kissed me.
The blood loss and lack of oxygen made me subconsciously open my lips and teeth to absorb oxygen, but it was robbed away by him again.
He had the upper hand.
I almost thought he wanted to suffocate me to death.
Until he let go of my neck and I fell forward.
He caught me before I passed out.
The bet was won.
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