[MTL]A Professional Assassin

8-13

Lin Yuetian expressed dissatisfaction with his crude metaphor, believing that the only meaning of money is to be spent. He continued to go his own way, until one day he suddenly remembered an important event with a slap on the forehead: "Missed."

"What?" The system didn't want to be shocked anymore, his heart was as peaceful as stagnant water.

Lin Yuetian sighed: "I remember you said that my No. 1 client, that Chen Wenying, is also my rival in love. That is to say, he also likes Xianjun Shaofeng. If he digs the ground and finds out that his love object and If a rival in love lives in the same place, will it be a big blow to his relationship?"

"..." The system said faintly, "It's already...it doesn't matter..."

"Yes," Lin Yuetian admitted, "if there is a threat from my immortality, the client should obediently pay the balance."

The system wants to say that it doesn't mean that, but it's too lazy to say it.

"Ah, wait," Lin Yuetian responded again, "Isn't Chen Wenying Shaofeng Xianjun's apprentice? Teacher-student love?"

System: "Although, I don't think this is the point of your series of actions."

Lin Yuetian successfully got the final payment from Chen Wenying. It's just that he heard hearsay that Chen Wenying, the first disciple of Xianjun Shaofeng, was so stimulated for some reason that he could not afford to be seriously ill.

However, that has nothing to do with him either.

Lin Yuetian took these two sums of money, and let himself go even more, eating, drinking, and playing everywhere.

"Go to the next world." Lin Yuetian was satisfied.

"Three hundred years, why don't you get tired of it?" The system operated, puzzled at the same time.

He watched Lin Yuetian's style for three hundred years, and every day he highlighted one who was doing nothing and flying freely.

"You don't understand, you really don't understand," Lin Yuetian sighed, "The happy life of financial freedom and the happiness of being rich will never get tired of experiencing it for a thousand years."

——

When Lin Yuetian opened his eyes again, he found that he was wearing an ancient costume again, sleeping in an inn, holding a small jade bottle in his hand, the inside was empty, and a few lines of black blood were stained on the front of his clothes.

"Take poison?" Lin Yuetian guessed, "It doesn't seem like a very decent way to die."

He got up from the bed and looked left and right. On the table in the room was a blue cloth package, and a pair of swords, one long and one short.

Lin Yuetian immediately went to the ground, and without saying a word, he hit a set of military boxing, and the system was full of question marks. He felt the abundant internal power in his body, and he was very excited and excited: "Is this world the legendary martial arts world?"

The system said: "Yeah... why are you so excited?"

"When I was young, I loved reading martial arts novels," Lin Yuetian said. "I really liked Lu Xiaojia in Gu Long's novels, you know? A very powerful killer, very pompous, and one of my professional idols."

"Aren't you from the cyberpunk world? And martial arts novels?"

"You don't trust human beings' ability to inherit culture, don't you?" Lin Yuetian recovered after a while of excitement, "Okay, let's not talk about these digressions - what do I need to do?"