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Chapter 152 They Must Die

Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a moment, then nodded, and a hint of questioning appeared in his eyes as he looked at the girl.

"Don't worry, this is normal, sir. Maybe in the near future you can try to recover your memory bit by bit. But now you'd better not do too much exercise because your physical condition has not fully recovered yet." Murataya tapped the edge of the bed with her fair and smooth fingertips and comforted him with a smile.

As for how long it will take to recover the memory...who knows.

After all, how can rebirth come without paying a price?

Murataya smiled gently, "Your name is Zhufu Jingguang, the rest is a bit complicated, so you should wait for you to slowly recall it."

Then she took out a medicine bottle and placed it on the bed. "This is your daily medicine. Take one pill three times a day. Take it after meals. It can help you improve your condition. Also, if you have any problems, you can call Yuna and she will help you."

After finishing speaking, Murataya stood up and nodded slightly to Zhufu Jingguang, "I'm leaving first, you have a good rest."

With that said, she turned and left.

Yuna then came in with some clothes and light liquid food.

"Hello, Mr. Zhufu, I am Yuna. Due to your physical condition, you can only eat light liquid food these days." Yuna put the clothes aside, then set up a small table in front of Zhufu Jingguang, put the food on the table, bent slightly and walked out.

"If you need anything else just call me."

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Bathed in the bright moonlight, the church was quiet and peaceful. Pure white doves were bustling around and perching on the church, and the solemn atmosphere also fell silent.

In the dark blue night sky, the clouds are thin and the stars hidden behind the clouds are faintly visible.

Suddenly, a pure white shadow flashed by, like a ripple suddenly appearing on the calm lake.

The person who was watching the stars through a telescope was stunned for a moment, thinking he was dazzled.

On a building that looks like a factory, a white figure stood in mid-air, flapping its pure white wings as it looked down at the building below with cold eyes.

Inside a training room.

A person wrapped in a black cloak stood in the middle of the group.

Bechfinger looked at the members who surrounded him, and his hand under his cloak couldn't help but clench his wand.

He wanted to raise his magic wand and hit them on the head!

"Asti, Lord Martell asked you to accompany us to train agility, you should still remember, right?" One of the blond and brown-eyed men said while snapping his fingers with an exaggerated and contemptuous smile on his face.

Bei Hefenger sighed inwardly, what do you mean by "accompany you to train agility"? Can't you just say that I can be your moving sandbag?

"Remember." He said coldly, and his hand holding the wand loosened.

"In that case, let's get started!" The man who spoke took action first before speaking.

Bechfinger dodged quickly, and the man's fist just grazed his cloak.

But it wasn't just the man who took action.

The others also took action, and the scene could be described as... a group fight.

Bechfinger slipped to the door of the training room, raised his hand and pulled the brim of his hat, looking at the members who were being beaten into the air by his illusion, a hint of cruel murderous intent flashed across his purple eyes.

They must die.

But he was the one who did it, and he couldn't be the one to do it.