In the empty small shed, only a small wooden table was placed, and an incense burner slowly rose a wisp of incense.

That breath, elegant and sweet, did not enter the nose to dissipate the tiredness.

Shen Yanxiao looked at this strange ornament and narrowed his eyes slightly.

There seemed to be the sound of water droplets echoing in my ears.

The picture in front of me became blurry in an instant.

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It was night, quietly, Shen Yanxiao stood on the empty street, looking at the high-rise buildings on both sides of the road, the cold winter wind blowing, like a sharp blade, mercilessly scraping away every cent of the temperature of her body.

Her skinny little body was tightly wrapped in thin clothes, the wind was raging, and her little face was white from the cold.

Hunger spread throughout her body, and she couldn't tell how long she hadn't eaten.

The city was dead silent in the dark.

She stood there alone, looking out at the deserted street.

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"The little thing has some ability, if you don't want to starve to death, I'll give you a chance."

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"Life or death, depending on your own creation."

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"The mission was well accomplished, but you wasted ten minutes, fight."

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The picture in front of him was like a marquee in the soul, passing by page by page, and each scene made Shen Yanxiao shiver down his spine.

It was her past life, a street child who was about to starve to death, until she was brought back by the people of the organization, she thought she had finally seen the hope of life, only to find that it was only the beginning of a nightmare.

Stealing, killing, dying......

She struggled to survive in hell, watching her companions die one by one, her body soaked in warm blood, and she looked coldly at the target who fell at her feet.

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"If you steal, you must learn how to steal people's lives."

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When her hands were covered in blood, she learned to steal everything.

Money, jewelry... Lives.

She is no longer the number one thief in the organization, she has become a sword that steals people's lives.

However, she was only willing to admit that she was a thief......

The trance-like past came back to his mind, and Shen Yanxiao woke up in the sound of gasping.

She was still in the small shed, with only a wooden table and the incense burner wafting out wisps of green smoke in front of her.

"Damn, it's this kind of test, it's boring." Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath, didn't look at the incense burner again, turned around, and walked towards the outside of the shed.

The determination of the heart is to use a strange fragrance to evoke the most unbearable memories in the depths of their souls, whether it collapses, or face it calmly, this is the result of the test.

Shen Yanxiao walked out of the shed, the sun was shining outside, the breeze was blowing, and in front of her, there were no high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete and earth, only a piece of turquoise covered in front of her.

The corners of Shen Yanxiao's mouth slightly hooked up with a smile.

The elves are very smart, and many of the measurement items added by the Silver Moon Guardian are for pollution, and only a firm heart can resist the negative emotions from pollution to the greatest extent.

However, all this is meaningless to Shen Yanxiao.

She has already experienced hell, what else in this world, she can't face?

Looking at the elf standing outside the shed, Shen Yanxiao asked as usual, "Did I pass?" ”

The elf looked at Shen Yanxiao in some surprise, he knew what the determination of the Dao mind was, and the expression of every elf who had been measured before was very ugly when he left.

But Shen Yanxiao's face was very calm.

"You passed."