In one of the most solemn buildings in the huge Asahin family manor, after the Magic Map processed the last document, the construction of Tianjing is related to Asahin's future. Not only that, Asahin wanted to truly establish this space teleportation array, not only the capital and territory issue, but also the more complex constraints from other families and potential enemies. It is not that easy to stand out from the so-called first-class families.

"Quien."

"Yes, Master, please give me instructions."

The old butler responded as usual.

"How is Emili's situation?" The magic map's eyes flashed.

"The medicine is working. The medicines hidden in the Miss's daily diet have begun to play their role." As he said that, a form was placed in front of Tumo.

The magic map looked at the data on the table, and a rare smile appeared on his old face. Even though his son made a vow before his death, he had never really given up on Emily's medicine to stimulate bloodline talents. He had been hiding in Emily's diet on time and in dosage, accumulating little by little, accumulating strength, and stimulating her bloodline in a chronic way, which was not against the promise!

What he promised was to give her a free life, but he didn't say that he would not guide him. Of course, it could also be called induction. In the end, it was still Emily's own decision.

In this era, how precious a bloodline is, especially Emily's powerful talent. How to give up? How to give up?

This time, chf is very important to the Assassin family. Emily needs to perform well in order to get the Assassin family support from the political level. The weak have no right to speak in any era.

"Quien, you'll almost enter the third stage."

"Master, will this be too much or too little?" The old housekeeper was a little worried. After all, Emily's life is different from that of most descendants of the Assassin family.

"What you should face is still to face. It is better to have a short pain than long pain." Tumo said lightly, without any emotion in his eyes.

Emily soon discovered that her training began to become compact and the intensity reached her limit. Every day, training was like a train hitting her armed rails, and she was like a string stretched to the limit, which could be broken at any time.

But she did not collapse. Every time she thought that if she added a feather to the string and a little dust, she would fall down, she would think of Tianjing Academy, the failures, lessons, unwillingness to give up, and the partners she wanted to fight together, strength would always burn in her body and persevere. This is also a accumulation of confidence, which makes Emily become stronger step by step. She has begun to gradually realize the benefits of special training.

The number of people training is decreasing, and people are constantly adding in. The entire training ground is coldly increasing according to the assassin's procedures. Every day, people are dragged away in front of Emily's eyes, and life and death are unknown.

On the other hand, Wang Chong slept extremely deadly at night and had many dreams. The memory of being burned to death from the soul is too deep. He will recall it unconsciously in the dream, as if he had experienced hell again, and in the end, he seemed to have grown wings and flew away.

The next day, I didn't wake up until after twelve o'clock. Such a long sleep is indeed a bit incredible for a new human with energetic energy. The mental consumption is too great. Even with the protection of the Destiny Stone, the soul still becomes extremely weak. Wang Chong himself is too confused about the difference between soul, spirit and body, but his body temperature is a little high and he walks a little fluttering...

The training in the club is still the same. What felt was that Barron. Senior Wang Chong, who has always been energetic, was a little soft. He almost knocked Wang Chong away after just a few ordinary collisions.

“Forty-five!”

Bang!

“Forty-six!”

Bang!

In the usual 100 sets of collisions, Wang Chong waved his hand, "Baron, you should practice it yourself today."

After saying that, Wang Chong leaned aside and drank water in big gulps. Scarlett and others looked at each other. Wang Chong had already drunk more than twenty bottles of water.

"Wang Chong, you're okay, you're sweating a lot." Scarlett asked a little worriedly.

Wang Chong smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay, maybe you have a little fever, just take a break."

Scarlett didn't ask much, and everyone continued to train. It seemed that the holiday was long, but in fact, there was not much time left for everyone. Scarlett and Mirami insisted on drilling every day, hoping to maximize this tacit understanding. Barron was also practicing more at night, and Wang Chong didn't know what he was busy with recently. In addition to participating in the joint training, Calby and Lei Li spent more time practicing in the Saint Judgment. There were more sparring training to temper the warrior skills. Wang Chong could only be a spectator in the evening, which happened to point out some problems in the positioning.

At night, after a day of recovery, Wang Chong became particularly energetic. Perhaps it was because of the strong desire in his heart that was supporting him. Of course, Simba was particularly energetic. He felt that he was very unjust. Recently, he often reflected on whether he was too cruel to Wang Chong during his training before, and he actually trained this guy so perverted.

The worst thing is myself. The concubines who were buried with the emperor in ancient legends were simply childhood friends compared to themselves. At worst, they could be buried with each other once. They had to accompany them four times every night. Moreover, as Wang Chong's flame resistance increased, the number of times of deaths was increasing.

"I can't stand it anymore. If this continues, I will go crazy! Wang Chong, are we good friends? Are we brothers? Are we tortured our brothers like this?"

"Only those who endure hardships can become the best..."

"Wang Chong, let's discuss something. Look, don't you still have a SpongeBob, we three just can fight Landlords. Today we won't train, how about finding a place to fight Landlords! Aren't you very cool playing cards? Humph, Simba doesn't believe it at all!"

"Only those who endure hardships can become the best..." Wang Chong was still dull in the flames.

"Wang Chong, actually if you want to experience the sea of ​​fire, we can transform into the sea of ​​souls. To be honest, my illusion is very high, and there is no need to be burned to death so miserably every time."

"Well, let's go in and talk about the truth slowly." Wang Xintou said. Simba's illusion was good in the past, but now he can't perform it. The most important thing is that this kind of illusion training is definitely not good. The fifth dimension can indeed temper the soul. It not only improves resistance, but also consolidates his soul power in the process. It's just that it has not yet broken through the soul-casting stage.

"Wang Chong..." Simba said in tears.

"Simba..." Wang Chong looked at him seriously and affectionately while pulling.

"You've learned bad things, don't want it~"
Chapter completed!