Chapter 2

Three years ago, Song Fei received a task. A senior Chinese state-owned official premeditated treason with state secrets and asked Song Fei to remove the official and his close family members and entourage before the official left.

The country reacted quickly this time. Before the officials reacted, Song Fei came to his house. Although the officials and bodyguards tried their best to resist, those resistance was futile for Song Fei.

In the huge villa without lights, Song Fei was like a ghost. In less than five minutes, 24 of the 25 people in the villa had been killed.

The last survivor was a girl who came out of the bedroom in a light blue dress and pajamas.

"The air conditioner is dead, 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 and her skin was white. The faint virgin fragrance on her body made people feel very comfortable and refreshing.

Such a girl makes people feel good when they meet, let alone destroy flowers.

It is hard for ordinary people to imagine that such a pure and clean girl would betray the country.

But Song Fei knows that people are sometimes deceptive animals, especially women.

Predecessors told Song Fei with countless bloody experiences that self righteous sentiment will bring immeasurable losses to the country and people most of the time.

Song Fei dared not use his judgment to bet on the great interests of the country and the people. So far, he still can't forget the confused look in the girl's eyes when she looked at her pistol pointing at her head before she died.

Maybe she is innocent, but she must die.

Song Fei didn't regret it. If he did that again, he would still do it. But the girl's clean and pure eyes often appear in his mind and become his indelible memory.

In front of her, the girl was holding a big bowl full of steaming soup and medicine. Her small mouth gently blew away the heat while slowly walking towards Song Fei.

"Young Lord, it's time to drink medicine." the girl handed the medicine to Song Fei. Her face was cold and she didn't think the maid should be clever.

Little Lord? It seems that he is the so-called little Lord. He still has some identity. Song Fei thought with some relief.

If you have an identity, you have the right to speak. If you have the right to speak, it will be easier to inquire about the current situation.

"Medicine? What kind of medicine is this?" Song Fei was puzzled. Although his body was weaker, he didn't find any disease when checking his body just now.

The girl put the medicine on Song Fei's hand. Her exquisite face didn't show her due respect. On the contrary, her eyes showed deep disdain. She said coldly: "the medicine to calm the mind and replenish the brain for the little Lord. I hope you won't be stunned by the enemy next time."

Then he put the medicine on Song Fei's hand and left the stone chamber without looking back.

Song Fei touched his nose: "it seems that the identity of the little Lord doesn't work very well. In that case, go out and have a look first."

Listening to the girl's words means that you are stunned by the enemy?

It seems that the former owner of this body is not only unwelcome, but also a worthless waste, which is despised by a little girl.

And it is very likely that you are scared to death, not stunned, so that you have the opportunity to occupy this body.

Put the traditional Chinese medicine for calming the mind and tonifying the brain on the stone table. Song Fei walked into the hall along the stone gate.

In the hall, from time to time, someone walked back and forth with herbs to the nearby wounded.

Next to the stone pillar nearest to him, a middle-aged man with strong clothes was opened more than 10 cm in the abdomen, and his waist was wrapped with white cloth. Although herbal medicine was applied, there was still fine blood flow seeping from the white cloth. On his left, the right arm of another young man in blue and strong clothes was cut off by a sharp blade. The white cloth of the broken part has become black. It is obvious that it has been some time since he was injured.

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

Next to the stone pillars, there are wounded people in blue and strong clothes from time to time, in twos and threes, relying on each other. At first glance, the wounded knew that they had experienced a very tragic battle, including broken hands and legs, large cuts in their chest and back, and unconsciousness.

But even so, they all have firm eyes and still hold the long sword in their hands. As if they could continue fighting as long as they didn't fall immediately.

Others are dressing their wounds.

The whole hall was filled with a tragic and sad atmosphere.

When Song Fei saw this scene, he was also deeply touched. This tragic picture can only be seen in previous lives by sneaking into those war countries.

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

Judging from the little girl's behavior just now, she should not be very popular, but everyone's performance still exceeded Song Fei's expectation.

"Look, the young Lord came out again after he was stunned."

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

"The guild leader is a hero, but it's a pity that tiger father and dog son."

"If I had half the power of the guild leader, I would die in peace."

When Song Fei heard of his reputation, those big men who spoke didn't turn their heads around and pretend they didn't say anything, but raised their heads and stared at Song Fei fiercely.

His eyes were full of contempt.

"Hello ~" Song Fei squeezed out a smile and walked towards one of the middle-aged people, trying to get some useful information out of his mouth.

"Hum ~" the middle-aged man, with a cold hum, turned away with the medicine and hung Song Fei aside.

Song Fei smiled bitterly. It seems that the voice of the little Lord is not as good as anyone in the hall. At least they can communicate equally, and it seems that it is difficult for them to say a word to others.

"The former master of the body did something harmful to nature and reason. It really hurt the brain." Song Fei shook his head helplessly.

Walking along a corner of the hall, the people met all the way saw Song Fei coming. All these people stretched their faces, as if Song Fei owed them a lot of money. Whether Song Fei greeted them or not, they rushed away, or walked without looking back after a cold hum. What should they do? They regarded Song Fei as a mass of air.

"How much hatred it is." Song Fei couldn't help muttering.

"Little Lord." in a corner at the edge of the hall, there was a big man sitting on the stone pillar. His hair was scattered, his face was covered with a mixture of soil and blood, and his warrior strength was dirty and covered with black blood.

Now hold hands and give song a flying gift.

Seeing Song Fei's eyes, the big man smiled like a simple and honest old farmer in the countryside. After laughing, he turned his head and subconsciously touched the bloody long knife beside him.

Song Fei's eyes darkened as he swept along the man's lower body.

The strong man's right leg was cut off from the root of his thigh. At the moment, someone squatted in front of him to help him bandage the wound. The white cloth tightly restrained the blood vessels at the root of his thigh to prevent blood from gushing out from the root of his thigh.

Another seriously injured person.

For Song Fei, there was a trace of relief in his gloom. Finally, someone didn't have to look at him with contempt.

"Young Lord, do you mean me?" Song Fei quickly walked to the big man and squatted in front of the big man.

The big man's dirty face was a little stunned, and then he said in a straight voice, "the little Lord is joking. No one deserves me to call him the little Lord except you."

"That." Song Fei pretended to be a fool. "I have lost my memory and can't remember anything."

No way, as a party, if you don't know anything, it's too much to say. Instead of explaining the reason, you'd better use this most dog blood and classic bridge to pretend to lose memory.

Amnesia, I can always ask East and West, ask this and that, or I don't know anything. Memory loss is the biggest.

"Hum, the waste of playing tricks." at this time, Song Fei's ear burst into a cold hum.

A vigorous young man in his twenties, with a long sword on his back, a bright white face and a sharp cold Jun; Dark and deep eyes were looking at him condescending, and a sneer arose from the corners of his mouth. Obviously, it was a mocking smile.

"Are you?" Song Fei wondered. Anti formal amnesia can normally show any confusion.

"Why, the young master doesn't even know me? The young man slowly tunnel, and the ridicule on the corner of his mouth is even worse. He slowly bent down and arched his body towards Song Fei," or just a moment ago, he scared you a fool. "

"I really forgot." Song Fei said faintly. Since the other party clearly doesn't deal with himself, he doesn't intend to explore intelligence from his mouth. Song Fei won't keep smiling at the other party.

"You ~" the young man seemed to be angered by Song Fei's attitude, "you waste, dare to talk to me like this, really stubbornly, and still think you are superior?"

As soon as the young man's face changed and his right hand explored, he suddenly grabbed Song Fei's chest and pulled him up. Although Song Fei reacted how to dodge, it was a pity that his physical quality was too far from the other party. He wanted to dodge, but he didn't wait for him to make an action. His body of more than 100 kilograms was lifted up by him like a chicken.

"Childe Qin ~ how can you be rude to the young Lord." the people who saw this scene couldn't help shouting, "pay attention to your identity".

Song Fei was surprised and couldn't help but smell his reputation. The people who made a noise were those who had just hummed to themselves and called themselves waste.

Call yourself a waste? And let people not be unreasonable to themselves? Song Fei thinks things are getting more and more complicated.

The young man named childe Qin smiled coldly, pulled Song Fei in front of him with his right hand, pointed to the injured people around him with his left hand and said, "look, look at the elder brothers of these guilds and what they look like now. If it weren't for you, how could they suffer such a disaster."

"??" Song Fei's mind was full of questions. He turned to look at the crowd around him. Since the youth roared, the hall was surprisingly quiet. When he saw Song Fei's eyes sweeping, all the people he saw could not help lowering their heads, as if they acquiesced to the youth's words.

I? Hurt these people? Or, in my previous life, these people were short of arms and legs? If so, why didn't they kill themselves to vent their anger, but let the young man not be rude to himself?