Fast Crossing: Assassination of the Male Protagonist

Chapter 4 Princess Daduan 04
When Feng Xi woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

She felt that her neck was no longer her own. There was a bandage on it, and she didn't want to move at all when she was lying on the bed.

awful.

It's fucking miserable!
Give her an assassination mission, but she doesn't even have any skills, a brothel girl with weak hands, assassinate the male lead?Why? !

System: "Brain!"

Feng Xi rolled his eyes, "No!"

Wisdom is something that needs matching hardware. She probably won't be able to move her neck for half a month now. Talk about an assassination mission.

He was killed by others without even touching the edges of the task!
"Who wanted to kill me last night, do you know this?"

The system is not responding.

Depend on!
At the critical moment, it's useless!

"Don't say anything, I want to heal my wounds slowly, and I'll talk about it after I recover from my wounds."

System: "There will be a banquet in the palace after three months, you can find the right opportunity then."

Find your sister!
Feng Xi snorted coldly, putting aside the assassination mission, the most important thing is to save his own life.

The system once again gave a rigid reminder: "The host will be wiped out if he fails to complete the task within the specified time."

After finishing speaking, it disappeared from my mind again!
Ashes?

Feng Xi clutched his chest, feeling a little liver pain.

She saved all the swearing, she didn't want to waste her energy.

"Sister Qing'er, are you awake?" That girl came in with the soup last night, "Are you feeling better? I brought you the soup."

Feng Xi looked up at her, "Your name is Xiaoduo?"

Xiaoduo nodded, somewhat puzzled, "It's me, Sister Qing'er, what's wrong?"

Feng Xi shook his head, "It's nothing."

It seems that Xiaoduo is Qing'er's personal grooming girl.

Xiaoduo put the decoction on the table and helped her up, "Come on, Sister Qing'er, slow down."

Feng Xi pondered and asked, "Did you see the shadow in my room last night?"

Xiaoduo: "The black shadow ran away from the window. It was too dark in the room, so I couldn't see it clearly. At that time, we only wanted to save you quickly. Fortunately, you still have breath. We were really scared to death! Sister Qing'er, what happened? Who is going to kill you?"

Feng Xi looked at her with dark eyes, "I don't know, I haven't offended anyone, have I?"

Xiaoduo fed her medicine with a soup bowl, while thinking, "Sister Qing'er, you usually have a good personality, and you don't offend others easily, I think it's just that some people are jealous!"

Feng Xi: "Envy? How should I say it!"

Xiaoduo: "There is a mysterious adult who always asks you to sing and play music, and spends money generously. The other sisters must be jealous and want to harm you!"

Mysterious adults?
Feng Xi frowned, this is most likely an important person!

Xiaoduo suddenly asked suspiciously: "But it's not right, Sister Qing'er, why did you hang yourself?"

Feng Xi seriously emphasized, "I didn't intend to hang myself, it was a homicide! Someone wanted to kill me! Tell Aunt Hong to report to the police immediately! Strengthen the security in the building, and you, always take care of me by my side! "

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After the old bustard and aunt Hong heard about it, she sent people to strengthen the defense inside the building, but the government officials didn't come.

Feng Xi thought about it and figured it out, what is the life of a girl from a brothel, not to mention that no one was killed, naturally it is better to have one thing more than one thing less.

Here, human life is really low.

During half a month of recuperation, Feng Xi had a general understanding of the girls in the Yihong Building. Except for Jiaojiao who disliked her, she had never had any conflicts with anyone. So strange, who is going to kill her?

"Qing'er! You're in good health! Oh, you're ruddy, you're so good, you're going to dress up very well, I'm going to have a distinguished guest today." Aunt Hong, the bustard, came in with a gust of wind waving her handkerchief.

(End of this chapter)