"Suspend! Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore...Ahem!"

Os stood in the middle of the training room, coughing and gasping heavily.

These days, Kylot has been looking for Os at the training hall almost every day, with only one purpose.

Fight, constant battle!

The tidal bloodline is a terrifying recovery ability, allowing Kylot to go back to sleep at night and fight again the next day. Even the abdominal injuries are almost healed after these days.

But Os can't do it!

After all, he is over fifty years old and no longer has the abundant energy he had when he was young.

It was okay for one or two days, but four consecutive days of high-intensity battles and Kylot's continuous strength made Os more and more difficult. So after fighting for more than twenty minutes today, I finally couldn't hold on.

"What's wrong?"

Kylot wiped off the sweat from his face, and his naked upper body muscles kept rising and falling, and anyone could easily feel the power hidden below.

In the past two days, Kylot clearly felt that he was breaking through, and the advanced level of scorching skills was just around the corner! Therefore, he was unwilling to waste a minute or a second.

"You kid is a monster! Aren't you tired? I can't hold on anymore, so that's all for today."

Oss took a few steps back and sat on the floor of the training room, exactly the same as Kylot's move when he finished the first day.

"Sorry, I didn't think carefully. Thank you again for your teaching."

Kylot still respects Director Os. This man's unreserved teachings in the past few days are crucial to his improvement in his strength.

Xiang Xiliu waved his hand, and it immediately understood and took the clothes over. Kellot took out 5 gold coins from it and stacked them on the floor next to it. This was the reward for Os's teachings these days.

"Will you come?"

"Yes, I still have a lot to do, and I can't come to the training hall from time to time."

Os's words just now made Kylot alert. The other party might have been unintentional, but it can still be seen that Os already has some doubts about his physique. In order to ensure safety, he did not intend to appear in Carlo again.

"You won't come again in the future?"

The person who spoke was Shia. She would be there every time Kylot came over the past two days, but the content of Kylot talking to her was limited to the words thank you and goodbye.

"Yes, Lord Oss, Miss Shia, thank you again for your care in the past few days, goodbye!"

After saying that, Kylot walked into the bathroom and began to wash the sweat on his body.

"Why, can't bear to bear?"

"No...who can't bear to let go? People are so wooden, and even cats ignore people!"

Shia was wearing a sports short skirt today and put on light makeup. Her youthful charm almost caused the people on the first floor to get jealous because of the competition. Who knew that the wood in her eyes was still the same, and now she said she would never come again...

Even his cat Shia hadn't touched it!

Kylot came out of the bathroom, bowed to Director Os and left.

"Hey, Carlo! Will you come to play with me in the future?"

When Kylot walked out of the door with Xiliu who had been bigger than a few days ago, Shia ran out of the training hall and asked loudly with a flushed face.

"Yes, goodbye."

What could Kylot say, he could only turn his head and smile and respond.

"You have to keep your word!"

Shia wanted to say something, but found that the other party had turned the corner of the street.

Kelot, who walked into the shadow of the street, had a blur on his face and changed back to his original appearance. Xiliu in his arms also jumped out of his arms. After a while of shaking, he no longer looked like a well-behaved domestic cat, but exuded another fierce aura!

"Sir, there is news about your goal."

In the alley next to him, a short man who had seen on Gate had come out from it, holding a note of everything in his left hand and a black coat in his right hand. He has been following Kelot these days, responsible for the information even if China Unicom.

"I understand, I'm doing a good job. Go back and get the reward with Gate, let's go."

Kylot took off his clothes and threw them directly into the trash can on the edge of the alley, changed into the coat handed over by the short man, took the note, which was an address on it.

"I wish you success."

The short man bowed and stepped back, and disappeared at the end of the street in a few steps.

At this moment, snowflakes fell on the sky.

Perhaps because spring is about to begin, the last snow in winter is particularly heavy, and it will soon turn into heavy snow.

Roar! Roar!

Xiliu growled and followed Kelot, he liked this kind of watery weather, just like his master.

"It's snowing day...it's another good weather to kill people. When it comes to you now, the assassin is probably doomed."

The hoarse voice of the dark spirit sounded in his ears, and Kelot smiled, his eyes full of cold light.

In the room on the second floor of a rental house, a man was fiddling with the instruments on the table. These were the refining equipment he had repurchased while avoiding the search of the garrison in the past two days. For an "artist", losing the things he created himself always made him feel uncomfortable.

Some light yellow liquid was flowing back and forth in the glassware, revealing some strange fragrance from time to time.

"What are you going to do next and find a hidden place again? The people in the garrison did not find your trace, but you would never forget that man, he was more threatening than the wastes in the garrison!"

A twisted dark purple mist lingered around the table, which was the man's inner demon, his desire and partner.

“This is indeed a problem, but…”

Dongdong!

The man was about to say something when a knock on the door came downstairs.

The man looked at each other with the demon, put down the glass tube in his hand, picked up his two scimitars from the table next to him, and slowly walked down the stairs to the entrance.

The wooden doors of the rental house all have cat eyes, but this man has been an assassin for a long time, so he naturally knows that this kind of investigation is very dangerous. If someone is holding a gun outside the door, he will walk behind the door and lean over, he will undoubtedly be seeking death.

Standing behind the window beside the door, gently lifting the closed curtains, standing in front of the door was a man in uniform. The assassin didn't recognize him, but he knew that he was delivering the package.

"You sent the wrong place and I didn't order anything."

After opening the door and speaking, you must close the door again.

"Ah? No, I'm not wrong. That's it, Mrs. Lawrence's house."

The assassin remembers that he had heard the name somewhere...

Oh, the old lady lying in the kitchen called this name.

Looking down at the tag on the package: Give to Mrs. Lawrence, cookies, hope you like it.

The assassin had not eaten for some time. After thinking about it, he took the package, closed the door, and watched the person who delivered the package go away behind the curtain.

When I opened the package, there was a small packaged box inside. The assassin wanted to lift the lid without comment.

ah!!
Chapter completed!