Her name is Pin Hee, she was born, and her forehead is ......

The dictator of Silent Night Thought had his eye on her when she was born, and she was cursed with blood for committing a great taboo (see later on in Xiang).

And then there was the story.

And so there is the rest of the story.

When the world doesn't favor me anymore, my eyebrows furrowed.

I'm not from this world, and I shouldn't have been here in the first place, but I came with Xiaoxiao and strayed into a place I didn't know I shouldn't go: Blood Story.

However, what she didn't know was that there was a king in Blood Story and Silent Night Thought, and that was Silent Night Thought, and her slaughterer Silent Night Mind was silently helping her and killing her.

Because of this, she has been able to survive in this space until now, and after everyone else died for her, I think...... The next person was herself.

Pack her up.

Slaughter her.

In other words, the world suddenly doesn't favor her.

Snow damage, rain dispersion, wind killing, flower failure, moon shortage, grass sparse, sky remnants......

A large broken sword fell and plunged in front of me, pierced with a crow, which by this time had become a blood crow.

I took two steps back.

The feathers fell, and the sliding feathers spun down countless knife scraps, flickering and flying in the light, and listening to the sound of the collision of the knife scraps was piercing and cold. I thought that even if I had countless skills, I would be able to lose them, but I didn't expect that when I first reached my head, all the blades were bounced away by the air flow the moment I closed my eyes, and I was unharmed.

I don't know why, maybe my life shouldn't have died.

However, I can't get out now, I don't know what state I'm in now, so I can only let this space and another person help me to get free.

There was no movement for a while, but there was some regret and inexplicable feeling, and my heart was undoubtedly a little messy, but I knew that I was messy and let it be messy, a moment of long thorns, a moment of rounding, a moment of incomparably heavy, and a moment of incomparably open-mindedness.

Until the evening, the moonlight regenerates and sprouts, mixed with a hazy frost color that matches a faint sadness and spreads on the earth, making all beings feel sad.

But now I'm the only one.

I'm the only one.

Even if the wound is drenched in blood, it's just me.

Who would I be sad about, I sighed as I plucked a leaf and looked at its texture.

I suddenly felt a slight ache, then it became more and more concentrated.

But I was still intoxicated by the leaves, and for some reason, I twisted the leaves and overflowed with green juice.

I lifted up the leaves and looked at them, but I didn't see them, but I saw the sore scabies on my hands, all of them turned up, oozing blood and condensing into a gurgling blood groove, piercing my brain, reflecting a deep imprint.

Suddenly, as if I was filled with energy, I snapped the branch and stabbed it into the distance.

It was as if I saw an eye, staring at me with wide open eyes, and then it was stabbed by the tip of the branch, and immediately formed a blood-red mark.

He held his eye with one big hand, and the injured pupil overflowed with blood that even a big hand couldn't cover, and then more and more.

More and more.