When she first joined the assassin team, what awaited Mu Chenxue was endless training. She would be dug out of bed before dawn. Regardless of whether it was cold, windy, rainy, or hot, sweaty summer, Mu Chenxue had to undergo harsh and cruel training every day. Sometimes, she might be pulled out of bed for training in her sleep late at night.
He was constantly injured, and new injuries were added before the old injuries had healed. His body was never in good condition.
They had to constantly learn all kinds of killing techniques. In order to achieve the goal of killing, they had to learn all kinds of knowledge. It was no exaggeration to say that every assassin was an all-rounder. From all kinds of knowledge and skills, to the languages of various countries, to killing techniques, to martial arts…nothing was left out.
Mu Chenxue's coach was Chu Lingfeng, who was eight years older than her. At the age of fourteen, he was already a qualified professional assassin. Every time Mu Chenxue could not persist, she would look at Chu Lingfeng, who was punishing or training her expressionlessly. She would wonder what kind of environment and personality had made Chu Lingfeng who he was today. Why was he so tenacious and so heartless?
As he thought about it, he endured it. As he endured it, he became numb. He slowly passed all the training and tests.
This kind of training lasted for ten years. When Mu Chenxue just turned sixteen, Chu Lingfeng took her to a small wooden house near the mountain and the sea to heal after she accidentally got shot by a real gun during a field simulation training.
Mu Chenxue's delicate cheeks could not help but turn red as she watched Chu Lingfeng, who had always been cold and taciturn, gently bandage her wound. For the first time in ten years, she felt touched.
When he was cleaning the wound, the stinging pain of the disinfectant seeping into the skin made Mu Chenxue frown slightly. Chu Lingfeng looked up at Mu Chenxue's slightly furrowed brows and stretched out his slender index finger to gently smooth out the wrinkles between Mu Chenxue's eyebrows. Then he lowered his head and gently breathed on Mu Chenxue's wound. He said softly," Does it still hurt?"”
Mu Chenxue held her breath. She did not dare to breathe or look at him. The only feeling she had was that the mint smell on Chu Lingfeng's body was really good. Her heart was beating very fast, and the room was very hot…
She said in a voice that could not be any lower," No, it doesn't hurt anymore…"
Chu Lingfeng could hear that Mu Chenxue's voice was trembling slightly, but he pretended not to know. He said calmly," Fortunately, it was just a graze on your shoulder. If you had really been shot and injured your nerves, your arm would have been crippled. Then, your career as an assassin would have ended before it even began.”
Mu Chenxue listened quietly and felt Chu Lingfeng's hot breath on her arm. Every breath made her heart beat faster. His palms were slightly sweaty, and his body was stiff as he sat up straight. A faint mint smell surrounded them. His head hung low and he did not dare to breathe hard. After a long time, he felt dizzy and bloated.
When Chu Lingfeng finally finished bandaging her wound, he said," Alright." Mu Chenxue heaved a sigh of relief as if she had been pardoned. However, her body was reluctant to leave this man who made her extremely nervous.
Chu Lingfeng quickly packed up the medicine box and got up to send it back to the room. He had no idea what Mu Chenxue was thinking.
The sudden loss of warmth made Mu Chenxue's nerves relax a little, but in the next second, she could not help but feel disappointed. It was as if the warmth that she had painstakingly grasped had already left her before she could feel it clearly.# Daguan Review Passed: Daguan Time:111420183: 50PM #Cancel Review All: wdd201302 Time:111420185:55PM
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