Han Shilan also stood up, gently grasped Yang Feng's sleeve with both hands, and spoke softly.
"Hmm..." Yang Feng lowered his head slightly, looked at Han Shilan standing beside him, and said, "Alright then, I'll listen to you."
Then, the two of them snuggled together and headed towards the direction of the female assassin, number 02.
Upon seeing a man and a woman walking towards her, Female Assassin #02 immediately tensed up...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 384 Female Assassin No. 01
Finally, female assassin number 02 became extremely nervous and quickly turned and ran away.
Seeing her run away like a rabbit, Yang Feng and Han Shilan looked at each other for a second, their minds filled with questions.
It was obvious that the girl was very shy.
"Why did that girl run away as soon as she saw us coming?" Han Shilan pouted and looked at a small black dot in the distance, and said.
"Hmm...maybe she sees you're more like a tigress and is afraid you'll devour her!" Yang Feng pondered for a moment, then smiled and said.
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan glared fiercely at Yang Feng, then kicked him into the creek.
"roll!"
Yang Feng was completely unprepared and didn't use any strength; he simply fell into the river with a "plop."
"Holy crap..."
Yang Feng splashed around in the river for a moment, then quickly jumped out and stood steadily on the grass, instantly evaporating all the moisture from his clothes with his spiritual power.
"Wife, is it really necessary to be so harsh?!"
Han Shilan stepped forward, pinched Yang Feng's waist with her delicate white hands, and said through gritted teeth, "Tell me... who's the tigress? Hmm!"
"Uh..." Yang Feng was speechless when he saw Han Shilan's fierce expression.
"I misspoke, I misspoke. How could you possibly be a tigress... Hehe." Yang Feng chuckled dryly and replied.
"Hmph! I'm ignoring you." Han Shilan rolled her eyes at Yang Feng, then turned and headed back towards the wooden house.
Yang Feng paused for a moment, turning his gaze to the female assassin in the distance, a hint of wariness creeping into his heart.
He could smell the blood on the female assassin, which meant she had killed people before, and perhaps she was like them.
However, he currently has a mission to subdue her, and that woman does not have any ill intentions towards them.
You could consider directly subduing them and completing the mission.
"What are you still standing there for? Get back here right now!" Han Shilan shouted at Yang Feng from the doorway of the wooden house.
"Oh, okay!" Yang Feng suddenly turned around, a broad smile spreading across his face as he called out.
That's the kind of person he likes—always sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. One moment they're saying they're ignoring him, and the next they're asking him to come back.
Back in the cabin, Han Shilan pretended to ignore Yang Feng's expression, sat on the wooden chair, and quietly read the all-knowing survival guide in her hands.
"Wife..."
Yang Feng sat down on another wooden chair next to Han Shilan and called out softly.
Han Shilan, however, did not react at all. Instead, she turned around and continued to flip through the survival guide in her hand.
"You're really angry... I was just joking." Yang Feng put his arm around Han Shilan's shoulder and said with a faint smile.
"Are you kidding me... How can you talk like that?! How dare you call me a tigress, you're a jerk!" Han Shilan said angrily.
"Fine, fine, I'm a jerk, you're a princess, is that alright?" Yang Feng put aside all pride and said.
"Hmph, I'm going to collect the laundry. The clothes outside should be almost dry... Oh right, your clothes haven't been changed for days. Take them down and wash them. We'll go pick banana leaves and make you a dress."
Han Shilan sighed softly, turned to look at Yang Feng, and said coquettishly.
"No need, I'm quite clean in these clothes, you can go collect the laundry," Yang Feng said with a slight smile.
He didn't need to change his clothes; he could have just worn something comfortable. Besides, the spiritual energy within him could constantly purify his clothes.
"Alright then." Han Shilan nodded slightly and went out to collect the clothes.
Yang Feng watched her retreating figure, then turned and walked out of the wooden house, intending to go into the woods to pick some food and bring some pretty flowers to place next to the wooden house.
Soon, Yang Feng moved and entered the forest surrounded by green trees. Along the way, he found many edible wild fruits and picked many bright flowers, storing them all in his storage ring.
However, just as he bent down to check if the mushrooms and wild fungi next to the tree roots were edible, a sharp white light suddenly flashed from behind, accompanied by a faint sound of wind breaking.
Yang Feng frowned immediately, turned around, and sent the sharp white light and the person flying.
Without any pause, the black figure performed a difficult spin in mid-air, dissipating all the force, and then instantly disappeared into the forest.
Yang Feng was slightly shocked. Although the person who tried to assassinate him was not very strong, he had extremely high assassination skills.
The move she just demonstrated was one of the signature techniques of the first-generation assassin king: the Hidden Kill!
The effect is particularly noticeable in low-light conditions.
If Yang Feng hadn't been quick to spot the danger, he might have already been hit. But this minor injury was nothing to him.