Fortunately, it seems I was the one who was more skilled.
Do you think it's excessive to take such precautions against an assassin who is almost incapacitated?
Is there?
Isn't it just setting up three trigger-based restrictions on her body, making her ingest a special drug, and finally placing a slight hint on her soul that she cannot attack others?
It's already very simple!
Isn't this a fairly standard procedure?
There's something I need to emphasize again: although Xilin is increasingly appearing like a silly little woman in front of Ning Feng.
but!
That was only the true self she revealed to Ning Feng. In front of others, she remained the mature, mysterious, and legendary alchemist.
She wasn't evil, but she was definitely not kind either.
Over two hundred years of experience, she had encountered all sorts of strange and unusual people during her adventures.
Ingratitude is not uncommon; she has even seen more outrageous things.
She never let her guard down.
Taking a step closer, Shirin looked at Fran, who was maintaining a strange posture, hoping to glean some information from her.
An organization capable of embedding items within the bodies of fourth-tier awakened individuals is definitely not a small organization.
Their eyes met, and the previously indifferent scarlet gaze suddenly changed; Fran's eyes rolled upwards as if she had fainted.
Well?
Before she could figure out what had happened, Shirin suddenly heard a muffled thud.
winter.
From the depths of the tower beneath their feet came a heartbeat-like sound.
What's beneath this tower?
Dongdong.
"Is it that legendary pope?"
Who could it be?
Why is my anxiety getting worse?
The sound of my heartbeat grew louder and louder.
Thump thump thump!
But at the deepest part of the church tower, something strange happened.
There is no second legend here that Shirin feared, no "legendary pope" that she could take seriously.
In this completely dark space devoid of light, there was only a stone coffin roughly carved from rock.
And that heartbeat came from inside the stone coffin!
A group of clergymen dressed in red robes were kneeling in the room, each with their heads facing the stone coffin in the center of the room.
They have lost their lives, whether real or imagined, they have lost them completely.
At the center of their worship, the Pope, dressed in a pure white robe, placed the divinely bestowed scepter on the sarcophagus, pressing it into a fine crack.
With each heartbeat, the cracks in the sarcophagus widened.
With a final, explosive thud, the first glimmer of light appeared in the dark room.
A red light shone through the gap!
But just as the stone coffin was about to shatter, a figure appeared silently beside it.
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