"If only one could never forget." Feng Xue watched as the gate closed again, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted. Although it wasn't much, he could clearly feel that, with Chen Xiyao's departure, the "Identity" inside his body was increasing bit by bit.
Although it was only an occasional jump of a character, a conservative estimate suggested that one or two hundred words per day should be no problem. In other words, from this moment on, the so-called "Death Sentence" posed no threat to him.
Of course, if he actually ended up hanging on the execution stand, they would naturally be able to kill him by beaten him to death if the starvation tactic failed.
Shaking his head lightly, Feng Xue kicked open his own front door. The most troublesome part was over; now, all he had to do was leave.
Without considering Chen Xiyao, he could rely on the assassin label's mobility to escape. As long as he didn't encounter a Manager, there shouldn't be any problems.
