In this story, there is a lonely young man who has lived in the mountains for a long time. He has a noble birth (son of a traitor), a gentle master (somewhat perverted), and is the only closed disciple (learned fishing). He has no bad habits except that he wants to bully his master and destroy his ancestors. I was very troubled because I didn't have any skills such as eavesdropping, assassination, or writing stereotypes, and I was worried that I would be disliked by my master.
There is no hatred in the Wuhen Tower, and there are no people in the Wushi Zhai.
Wuhenlou is an assassin organization that emphasizes discipline but not civilization, while Wushizhai is a private retreat for fishing and health preservation. Li Yan poked his head out of the Wushizhai and looked at the Wuhen Building next door. Occasionally, he caught a glimpse of the assassins next door, and realized that the assassins were just people with two eyes and one nose. They couldn't get out of the past and couldn't see the future.
Whoever can bring endless terror or constant fetters to these assassins can become the master of this hateless building. This is assassin psychology.
Li Yan: Who killed the master?
Master: It's me.
Uncle Master: It's a beautiful idea, it's me.
Master: Wake up and let Xue Liujian find out more about it.
Uncle Master: You are dreaming, Xi Lanxiang understands it.
Li Yan: Don't worry, line up and come one by one. Whoever advocates will give evidence. Everyone has a share.
Senior sister: I support my uncle unconditionally. He is white. I even sent him rouge to encourage him.
Senior brother: I stand with the master. The master has already bribed me with the inheritance rights of Wuhen Building.
Li Yan: This school is hopeless. I advise you to be kind.
Gentle Master attacks, Guan Jiapo's disciples suffer.
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