Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

"I, I understand, sir..."

Fang Qingqing said a little awkwardly. With her temperament, it was indeed a bit difficult for her to say this.

She lowered her head, feeling a little ashamed, and her beautiful eyes blinked more frequently.

[It is detected that the favorability of the apprentice Fang Qingqing has been increased to 75, and the reward is tripled. ]

Lang Zimiu nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, put away his serious expression, curled his lips and said with a smile:

"Yes, after I take care of this woman, I will teach you a top technique."

He shifted his attention to the silver medal in his left hand again.

Then he slightly activated the spiritual energy inward and penetrated his spiritual consciousness into it.

With a strange feeling, his consciousness came to the place where he could chat in the silver medal.

This state is very wonderful. You can clearly perceive the external situation, and at the same time, you can clearly do what you want to do in the consciousness space within the token.

The place I came in this time was not the same hall as last time, but my own place.

He first changed his name from the original guy's name to "Prodigal Son", and then nodded with satisfaction.

On the way here, he thought of many names, some of which were very embarrassing or very stupid. In the end, he decided to use the first two characters of his real name as the name.

After changing his name, he suddenly used the token's function to contact insiders.

Gold and silver medal holders can contact internal communication personnel, and gold medal holders have dedicated communicators.

Or it can be used to purchase information, or it can be used to purchase items, or you can contact us for any questions.

The movement of his mind was like connecting to a certain wire, and the voice from that side came to his mind.

It was a sweet female voice with a bit of a twist.

"How can I help you? Mr. Prodigal Son?"

The speaker obviously paused for a moment when he read his name.

But Lang Zimiu didn't care about this. What he cared about more was that the words were similar to the customer service in his previous life, and the sweet voice really made him feel a little strange. It felt wonderful and strange.

"Sir? Can you hear me?"

"Ah? Yeah, you can hear it." Lang Zimiu came back to his senses in surprise and continued:

"I want to buy some information."

"Or buy some information."

"Hmm~ What information does Mr. Prodigal need here?"

I don't know if it was Lang Zimiu's illusion, but he felt that the sister became more nervous after hearing his voice.

"I want information about the Empress of Fanzhou."

Lang Zimiu continued, without any respect for the so-called Empress of Fanzhou in his words. He spoke very plainly, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

The sister opposite was speechless when she heard his words and did not reply immediately.

"Hello?"

Lang Zimiu gave a shout.

"Ah? Well... Sir, please wait a moment, I will contact you later."

As he said that, the sister across from him died in a panic and at a loss.

"Hiss~ This Empress of Fanzhou has so much energy?"

He muttered, roughly analyzing it in his mind.

A gold medalist must be at least the fifth level of the Soul King Realm before he can hold the position. This proves that the strongest background in the Assassination Pavilion must be more than the fifth level of the Soul King Realm.

Is it possible that this Fanzhou Empress is even stronger than the Spirit King Realm?

He thought about it. The highest realm he knew so far was the Spirit King realm. As for the ones above, he didn't know.

Now he has the strength of the first level of the Spirit Venerable Realm, but his real combat power can probably compete with the ninth level of the Spirit Venerable Realm. As for the higher level of the Spirit King, he has no idea and doesn't know if he has the strength to fight.

But then I thought about it, I have the blessing of the system, and I have become as powerful as I am now in a short period of time, so I don't need to worry about this.

After thinking clearly, he nodded secretly, and then took advantage of this free time to apply to enter Sister Jasmine's pink boudoir.

"Miss Jasmine, are you there?"

He shouted softly, his magnetic and charming voice coming out.

!!!

At the same time, Jasmine on the other side was still wearing an exquisite black tights and a mask, and was on her way to the mission.

Feeling the voice coming from the golden token to her mind, her face under the mask heated up unconsciously and stopped on a tree.

Wrapped in a black tights, her perfect and alluring body is fully displayed, her thighs are round, plump and delicate, her calves are perfectly slender, her peach buttocks and willow waist form a perfect visual effect, her tall fruits, collarbones and shoulders, It can be said that he has a devilish figure.

Since the last call, she has given Lang Zimiu permission to contact her freely.

When she heard Lang Zimiu's voice, her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously and she became very nervous.

There is a feeling of spring.

She glanced ahead and after making sure there was no movement, she stretched her hand from the collar of her black tights and took out the golden token tucked inside.

The golden token had a faint milk fragrance and was held in her hand.

She activated her spiritual energy and probed her spiritual consciousness into it.

He took a few deep breaths to stop himself from being in a strange state at the moment, and said calmly:

"I am here."

Hearing the familiar voice, Lang Zimiu smiled lightly.

However, I feel that this sound sounds strange, but I can't tell where it is.

"Did you change your name?"

After her consciousness entered the token, Jasmine immediately noticed the change in his name and said with some slight surprise.

prodigal son?

Looking at his name, Jasmine frowned slightly, and suspicion surged in her heart.

Could it be that this person is just like his name? A libertine with a dissolute heart?

After having this idea, she thought of the ripples in her heart caused by some of Lang Zimiu's words. Her beautiful eyes widened immediately, and she became a little more serious about this guess.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable feeling of loss in my heart.

She decided to give this guy a try. She must find out whether this person was a libertine. If so, hum! You are not polite to him!

Jasmine thought to herself that what she hated most was the prodigal son.

Although she has never had much contact or communication with the opposite sex, for some reasons she is somewhat repelled by the opposite sex, especially bad men.

She didn't know why she had a strange feeling about Lang Zimiu.

I thought I could improve my character through this opportunity.

But now that I saw this person's name, my impression of him suddenly became worse.