Lying Gun Cannon Fodder Deduction Record

When Zhao Jianzhi appeared in front of Ah Ling, Ah Ling had already been in Zhanfeng Hall for many years.Although Ah Ling is only nine years old, she already perfectly possesses the qualities of a killer.He beheaded batch after batch of peers who had been trained like him since he was a child, stepped on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and became the most promising rising rookie in Zhanfengtang.

His aptitude has always been the best among the younger generation in Zhanfengtang, unmatched by anyone.Wannian's second child is not as strong as him, and it has been difficult to get cheap from him all year round.In view of this far ahead of the strength, although Ah Ling has never shown it, she will treat others as nothing in her heart.Those who are not good enough will be eliminated. This is an eternal truth.He knew that one day he would become the number one assassin in Zhanfengtang, and be awarded the title of lone owl passed down from generation to generation in Zhanfengtang. For this reason, he practiced martial arts every day and strived to improve better and faster. Nothing wrong.

There is not much time not to practice swords, not to learn various courses such as assassination, concealment, escape, anti-tracking, etc. There will be a day every ten days, and on this day, everyone can do what they like.Ah Ling has never had many hobbies, he does not like to go to nearby towns to listen to books like the second child, nor does he like to fish in the river in the back mountain and bury beggar chickens in the ground like the third child.On this day, he always stays quietly in his room, watching the hourglass on the table leaking sand all day long.Both the second child and the third child were puzzled by this, and Ah Ling rarely explained to them.The hourglass has a particularly soft and graceful beauty, it is always as gentle as the comfort of time.

Zhao Jianzhi was like a rough time intruder, when he was admiring the hourglass, he mercilessly interrupted the frequency of the hourglass with a bang.

He was held by the collar by the leader, and he yelled and yelled unwillingly even though he couldn't resist, and beat his bare feet with empty fists, wasting all his energy, and didn't hurt the leader at all.The leader threw him on the next bed, and the bed board creaked as if it was about to break.The leader said to Ah Ling: "New here, watch this kid, don't let him run around at night." Ah Ling listened quietly, without any obvious response, but the leader was very relieved of him, and turned around and left after explaining. .

The newcomer angrily got up from the bed, his face was obviously scratched, and the blood was splashing, and he didn't seem to notice it.He thumped the bed board and jumped out of the bed. Before he could take two steps, a long sword with a cold light had unconsciously touched his neck.

"Run away, and I'll kill you."

The newcomer widened his eyes and looked at Ah Ling in disbelief. He tentatively moved forward by half an inch, but the long sword was still motionless, lying mercilessly across the aisle, pressing against his neck coldly.After all, the newcomer didn't dare to take risks, and retreated step by step on tiptoe.Seeing that he was being honest, Ah Ling withdrew his sword and continued to turn his head to look at the hourglass.

But actually the new kid is not honest at all.Not only did he not go back to his bed, but he ran up to him in a very cowardly manner, and asked him what he was looking at after a while, and after answering, he asked what was so interesting about it, Ah Ling ignored him, and he sat down beside him I followed his example and tilted my head to the left and right to look, and then said in a drawn-out tone, "There's nothing to see..." This made Ah Lu want to give him a sword and send him to reincarnation impulse.

But he knew that this newcomer must be the most qualified in the new batch that the leader wanted.He couldn't really kill him.It was just to scare him.

Before that, no one could share a room with Ah Ling.Others, including the second child in their group, were not good enough, but Zhao Jianzhi was a rookie who was only a head shorter than him.Zhanfengtang rarely accepts newcomers of this age, because the best age to start martial arts is four or five years old, and at Zhao Jianzhi's age, no matter how good the aptitude is, it is a bit late.Unless his martial arts aptitude is very good, so good that people can't give up.

As if his own domain had been suddenly invaded, he began to observe the newcomer with a dark, examining eye.He looks clean, wearing a fine cotton coat, the clothes don't have many fancy patterns, but the stitches are fine and delicate, it can be seen that they are not made out of fooling around.Although his skin is neither white nor yellow or dark, it is a uniform wheat color that has been exposed to too much sun.

Zhanfengtang generally recruits children with good qualifications from poor families, orphans and orphans on the street. These children are usually skinny when they first come, but that child does not look pale and emaciated. , the face is round and round, the eyebrows and eyes are clear, and he is healthy and healthy.And he didn't want to be a killer at all. In the days to come, he tried his best to resist this fact.

Ah Ling once heard from seniors that once in a while Zhanfengtang encounters a child with exceptional aptitude that cannot be ignored, and the child's family has no intention of handing him over, they will forcibly abduct him.It's just that Ah Ling has never met a child who was forcibly brought in over the years, and he is still very memorized.

Although they said they slept in the same room, except for the first day, he and Zhao Jianzhi didn't have much actual contact in the following days. The progress of their martial arts training was completely different from the progress of their studies, and Zhao Jianzhi was a troublesome person. The opportunity to meet in the same space and time.Only his hourglass remained silent, waiting day after day and night.

Zhao Jianzhi is like a high-spirited hedgehog every day. If you ask him to step on his horse, he will stop doing it. If he is hung up, he will be hungry. If he is asked to practice swords, he will break the sword. I accepted it, but I was still hung up and hungry... I was so stubborn after repeated admonitions, and I was very tossed.After the trouble, even the water prison was closed for a while.The water dungeon is a legendary place that is specially used to torture Zhao Jianzhi's prickly head and make him submissive. Ah Ling has never been there before. When he saw him again, he became weak and thin, and it was difficult for him to walk a few steps. Yi fell on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and was so weak that he could only cough once or twice from time to time.

Ah Ling knew that the leader still let him back to recuperate, either because he compromised, or because the leader hadn't given up on him.He put his sword on the sword stand, walked up to him, and asked, "Why do you refuse to practice martial arts? What's wrong with practicing martial arts?" Ah Ling was genuinely confused. He knew martial arts since he was a child, and his martial arts are very strong. , It is a matter of earning no loss, being free and doing whatever you want.It's the first time I've seen someone go to such lengths in order not to practice martial arts.

What good is it if you don't know martial arts?Just like Zhao Jianzhi, if he wants to, he can finish him with a light sword.

Zhao Jianzhi's round head popped out of the bed, frowned and said, "It's not that I don't want to practice martial arts, it's that I don't want to be a killer."

"What's wrong with being a killer?"

"Of course it's not good! Cough, cough, cough." Zhao Jianzhi almost jumped up excitedly, and suddenly lifted the quilt, as if he wanted to sit up, but his body couldn't support him, so he moved a little and then lay back weakly. "How can you kill people casually!"

"Why not?" Ash asked.He walked to the bed, gently pushed Zhao Jianzhi's quilt back, and looked down at him.

"It's wrong to kill people." Zhao Jianzhi frowned deeply, looked at Ah Ling suspiciously, and asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Killed."

"...How many did you kill?"

"do not know."

"..." Zhao Jianzhi hugged the quilt involuntarily, and stared at him with a pair of clear and round eyes, "You don't think this is wrong, don't you feel very painful?"

Ah Ling tilted his head slightly, thought about it, and then turned back: "If you don't kill others, others will kill you. It's nothing to be painful." There were still not many emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and he looked again Shocked Zhao Jianzhi.