Jile Town is a small town in the territory of the Northern Regions Dynasty, and Qingniu Village belongs to Jile Town. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, a cold wind blew in the leaky window of a dilapidated thatched hut near the foot of Mangshan in Qingniu Village, and a skinny girl was lying on a simple wooden bed in the inner house, with a sallow complexion, dry and peeling lips, and a circle of gauze wrapped around her forehead.

Suddenly, the eyes that had been closed suddenly opened a pair of calm and wise eyes, and the depths of the eyes were full of clarity. Suddenly, her head was buzzing, and she remembered that she had just completed an A-class mission, sending an antique calligraphy and painting to the underground playthings auction center in Las Vegas, and that her secret service career would be brought to a perfect end.

However, the plane encountered severe convective weather in the Pacific Ocean, and at the moment of the crash, she vaguely remembered that a green light suddenly flew out of the calligraphy and painting, burrowing into her body. She fell into the sea, and the cold waters poured in from all directions.....

Floating and sinking in the water, the sudden intrusion of light made her eyes wide.

When she looked around, she saw a low and dilapidated house, a thatched roof, the yellow mud walls had cracked, there was not a single decent furniture in the house, there was a faded wardrobe next to the corner, a teapot was placed on the table with a corner, two clay tea bowls were still open, and the only stool was missing a leg, supported by a few clay bricks. The floor inside the house was pitted, damp and damp, mixed with a musty smell permeating the house. Her brow furrowed.

There is no cold water, no plane wreckage, where is this dilapidated and uninhabitable place, is it floating on the sea and being rescued by well-wishers?

It's just that in the 21st century, the indigenous people of Africa can't find such a dilapidated dwelling in the world. She lifted the patched wet quilt on her body, and saw a pair of worn cloth shoes in front of the window, and there was a hole in the toe of her toes, and she shook her heart that it was better to have a pair of shoes than to be barefoot, and just as she stretched out her foot to put on her shoes, the unthinkable happened.

It was a pair of thin and small feet, slightly yellow, looking quite unnutritious, and her eyes were fixed, and she raised her hand to look at the small and rough hands that did not belong to her.

She is an agent, but also the world's top killer, after years of training has left a thick layer of calluses between her fingertips, but she is a hand control, so the fingertips have calluses but the rest of her hands are very well maintained, white and smooth, delicate as jade.

The hands in front of her were obviously not hers. She touched her facial features again, her palm-sized face, and she felt that this face was not her own. What's going on, who is she? Who am I? Where is this?....