Please ask the dream.

Chapter 572 What on earth are you trying to achieve?
Looking at Torre who ate the food prepared by his enemy without hesitation, Feng Xue couldn't help feeling speechless.

Torre is a very strange killer. He has many rules, such as not killing children and not accepting commissions targeting people with underage children.

But it would not be right to say that he was rigid, because he did not follow the rule of "no killing without payment" that many killers followed. He even killed his employer on many occasions, and it was common for him to take money from the employer's safe after killing him.

Maybe at this point, some people would think that he is a good person, but that is not right, because he only takes into account whether the target is an adult or has children when accepting a mission. He does not care whether the target is good or bad. To him, there is no difference between a reporter who speaks out to expose the dark side, or a gangster who sells illegal drugs and causes harm to a certain area.

"Don't think about it. I can tell whether the food is poisoned or not, but the dish you cooked does look like it was drugged."

Suddenly, Torre's voice interrupted Feng Xue's thoughts. He frowned slightly and looked at the other party's smiling eyes. For a moment, he wanted to give this old man a fight.

After this period of conditioning, his body, which had been weak due to lack of exercise, has been compensated. Although it cannot be said to be comparable to an adult, combined with the various structures he has mastered, winning will definitely be a problem.

But after a moment's hesitation, he still forced himself to hold back, silently saying "This is a professional mentor" in his heart. Feng Xue restrained his emotions and continued to eat, but Torre was chattering non-stop -

"Yes, you have been able to restrain your murderous intent. However, this is only the beginning. You can only be qualified if you don't let any of it out. But I am quite curious. How do you want to kill me?"

"..." Feng Xue was very sure that he had extremely strict control over the G·I force field. Although he could not use things like brain closure, he could use the characteristics of photon cyclotron to lock his surface thoughts tightly. It could be said that as long as the other party did not stuff the tentacles of the command structure into his brain and force him to read them, he would basically not be able to sense his exposed thoughts.

Coupled with his poker face that was cultivated by the [Illusion] organization, Feng Xue found it difficult to understand how the other party could see through his thoughts.

"Mind-reading architecture?"

Feng Xue immediately became alert, but Torre remained indifferent and said:

"I don't have that kind of convenient ability. It's just pure intuition. How should I put it? Well, when you can hit the target with a found gun without using any structure, you will understand it."

"Some kind of self-constraining architecture?" Feng Xue's mind immediately emerged with the principle of this ability from the perspective of the architectural system.

Architecture is something that is always present in our lives, but it also has various branches, active, passive, effective on oneself, effective on external objects, constructed out of thin air, and based on special carriers...

And self-restraint, in a sense, is the universal formula for enhancing architecture.

This time, Torre did not show his almost telepathic ability again. The two quickly finished their dinner, and Feng Xue started today's training again.

This kind of training lasted for six years, but for Feng Xue, the actual time did not feel long, because during this period, he had almost no chance to practice. The whole process emphasized training, training, and training again. Even without the golden finger's rule to blur out the meaningless parts, this repetitive training alone made Feng Xue feel a lack of time change.

But everything finally changed, because one day, Torre, who looked a little older, suddenly said:
"It's almost time to say goodbye."

"Huh?" Feng Xue, who was standing at the end of the shooting range, drawing stick figures on a target fifty meters away with bullets, was slightly stunned and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

"I say it's time to say goodbye. You're an adult now, and I don't need to support you anymore. You have the means to survive, and you can start your own life." Torre said in a nonchalant voice, and Feng Xue frowned and said:

"So what on earth are you thinking about? You asked me to do special training for no apparent reason. I thought you wanted to train a successor or something!"

"Successor? Do you think I'm someone who needs that kind of thing? I'm in my prime, okay?" While Torre was speaking, Feng Xue suddenly noticed that the wrinkles on the other's face had suddenly become lighter, and the previous feeling of being a little older disappeared immediately. No, not just disappeared, he actually looked younger!

Just when he was about to say something, Torre waved his hand and said:

"I can no longer sense your killing intent. It doesn't matter if you don't want to kill me or if you have managed to hide your killing intent to the point where I can't sense it. If you still want revenge, I welcome you at any time. However, I won't hold back when facing an adult! So if you still can't let it go, go and gain some experience first!"

As he said that, he casually threw out a card, turned around, and left the underground shooting range with his back to Feng Xue. Feng Xue caught the card, but it turned out to be a membership card of a teahouse. At this moment, Feng Xue was a little suspicious whether Old Deng had given her the wrong card.

At this moment, Feng Xue was quite conflicted. According to the dreamer's experience, there were only two possibilities:

One is to chase after the other person and start an unpleasant revenge, whether you kill the other person, let him go after being defeated, or let him run away (because he is the owner of the dream, he definitely was not killed in real life), the result will not be comfortable.

Another way is to find the teahouse according to the address on the membership card and see if there are any new clues.

Feng Xue didn't know the dreamer at all, and had never heard of the killer Torre, so naturally he didn't know what choice he made in reality, but as far as Feng Xue was concerned...

As expected, I had better catch up with him and beat up that old man first!
With that thought in mind, Feng Xue chased him out of the shooting range, but...

"What about people?"

Torre's figure had disappeared at this time, and even the photon cyclotron could not attract any remnants of his exclusive particles. However, the long-unseen use of photon cyclotron made Feng Xue notice a detail, that is, his G·I particles seemed to have a restrained temperament.

"Is it the result of meditating on the microcosm? Or is it the result of the seemingly repetitive training over the past six years?"

Feng Xue couldn't understand why six years of gunner training away from architecture could change the appearance of G·I particles, but if it was brought about by meditation on the microcosm... this restraint was somewhat similar to Torre's feeling of being completely unable to grasp any traces.

"I just don't know if this change is based on the body or the consciousness. If it's the latter, it's fine. But if it's the former... do I have to leave the structure and practice for six years in reality?"

(End of this chapter)