God-Level Exchange System

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Three years ago, Song Fei received a mission. A senior official of Hua Xia Country planned to carry state secret treason, demanding that Song Fei remove the official and his close family members and entourages before the official left.

This time the country responded very quickly. Before the officials had responded, Song Fei came to his house. Although the officials and bodyguards tried hard to resist, those resistances were futile for Song Fei.

In a huge villa without lights, Song Fei is like a ghost. In less than 5 minutes, 25 people in the villa have already killed 24 people.

The last survivor was a girl, dressed in a pale blue long dress pajamas, coming out of the bedroom with hazy eyes.

"The air conditioner is out of power, so hot." The girl murmured into the darkness.

At that time, the eyes of the girl were as clean as those of the girl in front of her, her eyes were clear, her skin was fair, and the faint virgin fragrance on her body was very comfortable and refreshing.

Such a girl can't help but feel good when she meets, not to mention the spoilers.

It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that such a pure and clean girl would be treasonable.

But Song Fei knows that animals like humans can sometimes be deceiving, especially women.

Seniors have used countless bloody experiences to tell Song Fei that believe oneself infallible's emotional affairs, most of the time, will bring immeasurable losses to the country and people.

Song Fei didn't dare to use his judgment to bet on the great interests of the country and the people, and still can't forget the confused look when the girl looked at her pistol at her head before dying.

Maybe she is innocent, but she must die.

Song Fei didn't regret it, and if he did that again, he would still start. But the girl's clean eyes often appeared in his mind and became his indelible memory.

The girl was holding a big bowl in front of her, and the bowl was full of steaming soup. The little mouth was slowly moving towards Song Fei while blowing lightly.

"Young Master, it's time to drink the medicine." The girl handed the medicine to Song Fei's body, her face was a bit cold, not at all I imagined that the maid should be well-behaved.

Young Master? It seems that he is the so-called Young Master, and he still has some identity. Song Fei thought with relief.

If you have an identity, you have the right to speak. If you have the right to speak, it will be easier to find out the current situation.

"Medicine? What kind of medicine is this?" Song Fei was puzzled. Although his body was weaker, when he checked the body just now, he didn't find any symptoms at all.

The girl put the medicine on Song Fei's hand, not at all on the exquisite face to show the due respect, but instead both eyes revealed a deep scorn, and said coldly: "The medicine to soothe the brain, tonic the Young Master My mind, hope not to be stunned by the enemy next time. "

Then he put the medicine in Song Fei's hand and left the stone chamber without looking back.

Song Fei touched his nose: "It looks like the Young Master identity is not very useful. In this case, go out and see."

Listening to the girl's words means being stunned by the enemy?

It seems that the former owner of this body is not only unpleasant, but also a waste that is useless. The waste has been looked down upon by a Little Missy.

And it is very likely that it is scared to death, not fainting, to give yourself a chance to occupy this body.

Put the Chinese medicine to calm the nerves on the stone table, Song Fei walked down the stone gate into the hall.

From time to time in the hall, someone walked back and forth with the herbs and walked towards the nearby wounded.

Next to the stone pillar closest to him, the belly of a middle-aged middle-aged man was pulled open more than ten centimeters, and his waist was entangled with white cloth. Although he was covered with herbs, a thin blood stream leaked out of the white cloth. On his left, the right arm of another azure young man was chopped off with a sharp blade. The white cloth in the section had become black, apparently there was some time from the injury.

The person on the right did not know where the injury was, and the entire person was unconscious on the ground.

Next to each and everyone stone pillar, from time to time there are wounded people wearing azure clothes, in small groups, relying on each other. At a glance, the wounded knew that they had experienced very violent fighting, some had broken hands and legs, some had large cuts on their chests, backs, and coma.

But even so, each of them had a determined look, and still held the long sword in their hands tightly. As long as they don't fall immediately, they can continue to fight.

Others are bandaging their wounds and applying medicine.

The whole hall was filled with a tragic and sad atmosphere.

Seeing this scene, Song Fei was also deeply touched in his heart. This tragic picture can only be seen in previous lives only when it sneaked into those war countries.

When Song Fei came out, it immediately became the focus of the crowd.

Judging from Little Missy's recent move, he should not be very popular, but everyone's performance is still beyond Song Fei's expectations.

"Look, the Young Master comes out in fright."

"Good person doesn't live long, bad person lasts for a thousand years"

"Sect Leader is a hero, but it's a pity that the father and son are tigers."

"If I had half the power of the Sect Leader, I would be stunned if I died."

Song Fei heard the news, those talking men, not at all, as he imagined, turned his head and pretended not to say anything, but each and everyone raised his head and gave Fiercely a glance at Song Fei.

His eyes were full of contempt.

"Hello ~" Song Fei smiled and moved towards one of the talking middle-aged middle-aged men, trying to get some useful information out of his mouth.

"Hmph ~" The middle-aged man in cold clothes coldly snorted, turned around with the medicine, and left Song Fei aside.

Song Fei smiled bitterly, Young Master's right to speak seemed not as good as anyone in the hall. At least they can communicate with each other on an equal basis, and it seems that it is difficult for them to say a word to others.

"What did the former master of this body do to hurt the heavens and the truth? It really hurts the brain." Song Fei shook his head helplessly.

Walking along the corner of the hall, the crowds who met all the way saw Song Fei coming, all of them stretched their faces, as if Song Fei owed them a lot of money, no matter whether Song Fei greeted them or not, they were anxious Rushing away, or walking coldly snorted without looking back, what should you do, treat Song Fei as a mass of air.

"How much hatred this is." Song Fei couldn't help muttering.

"Young Master." At the corner of the edge of the hall, there was a big man sitting on the stone pillar. His hair was disheveled, and his face was covered with a mixture of dirt and blood. His samurai clothes were dirty and covered with blackness. Congestion.

At this moment, cup one fist in the other hand, to Song Fei saluted.

Seeing Song Fei's gaze, Dahan Bao smiled kindly, just like a kind old farmer in the countryside. After laughing, I turned my head and touched the long knife still dripping beside me.

Sweeping down the big man's lower body, Song Fei's eyes suddenly dimmed.

The right leg of this robust man was cut off from the root of his thigh. At this moment, a person was squatting in front of him to help him bandage the wound. The white cloth tightly gripped the blood vessels at the base of his thigh to prevent blood from flowing from his root. Out.

Another seriously injured.

For Song Fei, there was a hint of relief in the sadness, and finally, someone no longer needed to look at him with scorn.

"Young Master, do you say me?" Song Fei walked quickly to the big man and crouched before the big man.

Dahan's dirty face was a little sloppy, and then he was right: "Young Master joked, no one except you, I call him Young Master."

"That." Song Fei pretended to be dumb, "I have no memory, I can't remember anything."

There is no way, as a party, if you do n’t know anything, that ’s too much to say. Rather than explain the reason, it ’s better to use this most dog-like and most classic bridge to pretend that you have amnesia.

Amnesia, I can always ask all sorts of questions, ask this and ask, or understood nothing. Amnesia is the biggest.

"Hmph, dressing up as God, playing the devil's waste." At this moment, Song Fei's ears were coldly snorted.

A young man in his 20s, with a long sword on his back, a bright and white face, with a sharp edge of Leng Jun; dark and deep eyes, watching him prostrate, his lips sneered, Obviously, this is a mocking smile.

"You are?" Song Fei wondered. Anyway, pretend to have amnesia, you can show any puzzlement normally.

"Why, Young Master doesn't even know me? The young man is slow and idiomatic, mocking at the corner of his mouth, bends slowly, arches his body toward Song Fei," I was scared just now. Already. "

"I really forgot." Song Fei lightly said that since the other party clearly did not deal with himself, he did not plan to explore information from his mouth. Song Fei would not arrogantly maintain a smile on the other party.

"You ~" The youth seemed to be irritated by Song Fei's attitude, "You crap, dare to speak to me like this, the truth is not changed, do you think aloof and remote?"

When the youth complexion changed, he took a look at the right hand, suddenly grabbed Song Fei's chest placket, and pulled Song Fei up. Although Song Fei reacted to how to dodge, unfortunately, his physical quality was too far away from the other party. He wanted to dodge, but did not wait for him to make an action. His body of more than 100 pounds was actually lifted by him like a chick.

"Qin Gongzi ~ how can you be rude to Young Master." People who saw this scene could not help but yelled, "Pay attention to your identity."

Song Fei was surprised and couldn't help hearing the news. The people who spoke out turned out to be those who just coldly snorted to themselves and shouted their waste.

Call yourself waste? And let people not be unreasonable to themselves? Song Fei thinks things are getting more complicated.

The young man named Qin Gongzi was coldly smiled. Right hand pulled Song Fei forward, and he pointed his left hand at the injured crowd. You, how could they suffer such a disaster. "

"???" Song Fei's head was filled with question marks, and he turned to look at the crowd around him. After the roar of the youth, the hall was surprisingly quiet. Seeing Song Fei's gaze, the person being scanned by him, They could not help lowering their heads, as if acquiescing to the words of youth.

I? Harm these people? Or, in my past life, did these people lose their arms and legs? If so, why didn't they kill themselves and vent their anger, instead making this young man rude to himself?