"Dad..." The man's Adam's apple rolled, "I'm afraid I will be forced to rebel!!"
Chacha's little mouth paused.
Breakfast? What breakfast?
She blinked blankly, and before she had time to digest this sentence, a strange phrase struck her mind like thunder: "What is our slogan?!"
Chacha suddenly trembled, the moss slipped under her feet, and she almost fell off the steep roof! In the flash of lightning, countless memory fragments emerged - one second she was a social worker who stayed up late in the office building to edit PPTs, and the next second she became the sole member of the "Dark Night", the number one assassin family in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
She clenched her little fists and screamed with all her strength:
"Rebellion is like eating breakfast, you have to rebel every day!"
"Conspiracy is like eating melon seeds. Just eat them when you have nothing to do!"
The tender sound of milk echoed over the empty palace, startling a few roosting jackdaws.
As soon as she finished speaking, her calf muscles tightened, and her whole body was about to pounce on the tempting bunch of candied haws like an arrow. But just when her toes were about to leave the tiles, she stopped abruptly.
No.
"What is the first creed of the Assassin?"
Chu Ren's deep voice sounded behind him, hoarse as if he had been drinking blood all year round.
Chacha's little body suddenly straightened up, and she answered almost instinctively: "Hide in the dark, and strike like lightning!"
"Target?" There was a hint of imperceptible relief in the man's voice.
Chacha took a deep breath and once again locked her eyes on the string of candied haws shining attractively in the sun. The crystal sugar coating wraps the plump hawthorn, and the sweet fragrance seems to have penetrated into the nose.
"Tanghulu!" Nai's voice was sonorous.
"OK
