Chen Hui was completely trapped in entanglement and struggle. This entanglement was like when he was a child, he had to drink bitter Chinese medicine to cure his illness. It would not be cured without drinking it, and it would be too difficult to bear it after drinking it.

It seems that in order to strengthen your physique and control the spiritual pen in your fingers for longer, you must continue to break your teeth and swallow it with blood!

Chen Hui glanced at the cold wings in fear, and imagined that he would face the physical torture of Feiyi's varied patterns, and his head swelled.

"You were able to persevere yesterday. As expected, I am worthy of my apprentice. With this endurance, my wings will definitely teach you all the skills of your family."

The winged eyes drove the car without turning their eyes, and the sound was mechanical as if it was emitted from a machine, without any emotion, but the meaning of appreciation expressed was very obvious.

Yuyi really admires Chen Hui, who has always been smooth-talking, and has just begun to agree to help Chen Hui train. The purpose is to avenge his private revenge. He has never been plotted against by others. Chen Hui sets up a trap for him to drill, so he is naturally very annoyed and must take revenge.

According to the plan of Yuyi, after the revenge is completed, the weak Chen Hui will be let go of the weak Chen Hui. However, Chen Hui's waves of destruction yesterday were like a strong grass in a storm. He has always maintained a unyielding heart and has not been knocked down.

You know, every item of his wing training is not something that ordinary people can bear, it is specially used to train professional special forces. However, although Chen Hui always looked like he was about to fall, what annoyed him was that Chen Hui could always get up without any damage, like an indestructible cockroach.

Chen Hui's ability to resist training aroused Yuyi's interest. Yuyi decided to use professional training standards in the future and strictly required Chen Hui to train Chen Hui into a real tough guy.

"What do you think of your family skills?"

Chen Hui leaned against the passenger seat like a soft noodles and replied without interest. Chen Hui was silently raising his energy. He knew that once he reached Yuyuan, he would reach Yuyi's territory. Yuyi would definitely cheat him for life. It would be better to save some strength first and deal with the ruthless and endless torture.

"I can teach you whatever you want to learn, drive, drive, block, lurk, ambush..." Feiyi said mechanically, without any emotion.

"Can I ask, what do you do?"

The more Chen Hui heard it, the more shocked he became. He always had a sense of intuition that the driver of Yuyi was probably not an ordinary person.

"Soldiers."

A hint of sadness flashed in the cold eyes of Feiying's cold eyes, and his face was about to carry out the indifference to the end.

"Special Forces?"

Chen Hui's eyes lit up. As the saying goes, a good man should be a soldier. Chen Hui has always admired soldiers very much. The reason for worship is not that soldiers are handsome, not that soldiers are cool, nor that soldiers can defend their country, but... soldiers can kill people legally.

"Special forces are nothing, there are more powerful than special forces." said Fengyi proudly.

"You mean you are more powerful than special forces?" Chen Hui looked at Fei Wings teasingly.

"Believe it or not."

Yuyi continued to drive the car indifferently, remembering a sentence from his once most loyal teammate: "The ability is your own, and it will not decrease or increase because of other people's doubts or doubts."

"Then why did you act as a driver?"

Chen Hui said in a strange tone.

"To repay kindness."

The wings coldly spit out four words.

"I can take out 120% of enthusiasm to learn from you, but I have a requirement." Chen Hui turned his head and stared at Yuyi seriously and said.

"If you have farts, just let it go."

The wings are always like the one sentence that chokes to death.

"Can you make other expressions in this coffin face? Even if you relax a little, I'm very upset with a stinky face all day long."

Chen Hui said carelessly that he had no idea about Yuyi's words. Now this tone is considered polite. Yesterday, when Yuyi was in the training room, Yuyi was rude to him in ferment, he directly greeted all the eight generations of Yuyi's ancestors. The result was that Yuyi directly repaired him to death. Yesterday's cruel training was so... ecstasy.

Chen Hui is a very emotional person. He laughs, angers and scolds casually. If he doesn't feel happy, he will speak it tactfully while he is concerned about the other person, but he has no intention of being polite or tactful to the demon-like wings.

“It can’t be done.”

Feiyi narrowed her eyes and pressed her hair with her right hand, signaling Chen Hui to see it himself.

"Wound? Is it a bullet mark?"

Chen Hui looked at the obvious scars above Yuyi's temple. No matter how he looked, he seemed to be left by a bullet, and was secretly surprised. His eyes when he looked at Yuyi became complicated.

Chen Hui originally thought that Yuyi said that he was more powerful than special forces, and that it was a way to improve his identity by himself. To put it bluntly, it was bragging.

But looking at the dazzling bullet marks, Chen Hui raised his wings and perhaps he didn't lie at all, and lying to himself had no meaning at all.

"I was shot by the sniper rifle. I was lucky and I was not killed, but there was still a piece of shrapnel left in my head and it was not taken out."

Yuyi said it lightly, as if he was talking about a story that was not related to his own affairs, but a sharp murderous intent burst out in his eyes.

"You...awe."

Chen Hui opened his mouth in surprise, remembering that Yuyi tortured himself too much and too hard yesterday, sweating profusely, and after taking off his vest, there were scars on his chest. Yesterday, he saw the scars. Chen Hui evilly thought about whether Yuyi had a tendency to be abused, otherwise how could there be so many scars on his chest?

Now that I think about it, the ferocious wounds on Yuyi's chest were probably all made of bullets. Besides, there was no wound behind Yuyi, which proves that Yuyi is a charge-type character. If he did not charge but escape, then his wound should be behind him, not on his chest.

"The shrapnel remaining in my head pressed on the nerves and caused the nerves to be bad on my whole face. The doctor told me that I could not make any more expressions."

Yi Yi continued to talk to himself.

Chen Hui was shocked by hearing this, looking at the wound on Yuyi's head, touching his chin and thinking, and integrating into his fingers. Maybe he could help Yuyi take out the shell in his brain in the future. However, now he has just controlled the spiritual pen, so he should not try it first. If he is not sure, he should not touch Yuyi's brain, so he can save himself from making Yuyi's brain become a brain-dead!

"By the way, you must have killed a lot of people, right?"

Chen Hui asked with interest.

"Killed."

Flying face was expressionless and said coldly.

"Tell me how you killed people, and who did you kill? And who is the most powerful person you have ever killed?"

Chen Hui's eyes were shiny and he asked with great enthusiasm, just like a child begging his parents to tell him a story before going to bed.

"Keep confidential."

The answer was unpaid.

"I won't die when I talk, and I won't leak it out." Chen Hui felt as if a basin of cold water with ice was poured on the head, and his enthusiasm was extinguished.

"Keeping confidentiality is the duty of a soldier, and there is nothing to tell." Yu Yi said calmly, and saw Chen Hui sitting in the passenger seat like an angry wife, and promised: "Listen to my story about what it means to kill someone. When you learn my ability, you will be so happy to kill someone yourself." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!