However, things always go according to people's wishes, and what she didn't expect was that before the time to leave, she waited for an unexpected person. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Poison and disguise are the two most powerful weapons in assassination, and this kid will please you." Liu Sanniang's lazy voice was still the same, and it seemed to bring a slight sense of relaxation and relief. The person who sent her was finally going to pick her up. The days of Baihua Valley had passed so long that she almost forgot that she had to go back.

"It's not in vain that we've put so much effort into cultivating her, and in a month's time, we'll send someone to take her away. The little tiger that has been raised for a long time is also time to show her claws. The visitor looked up and said, his calm face seemed to be equally relieved.

She hid behind the door, trembling as she listened. She knew that if she followed them, she would become an emotionless instrument of murder, and in her long life, all humanity and hope for life would be wiped out by blood and killing, and she would become insensitive, bloodless and tearless. She will eventually go to another desperate hellish life. She has lived on the streets since she was a child, tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and has long known that heaven and earth are unkind. However, what is the difference between being dead and dying without knowing the purpose of meaninglessly erasing life and being used as a tool?

It wasn't the life she wanted. She quickly made up her mind to escape, and when she had been tormented by her sister and agonized, she had already bothered to find a route out of the valley.

And now, she has to go.

The night was dark and the wind was high, and there was silence, and a firm and weak figure walked against the wind in the moonlight, and the figure at her feet followed her step by step, a little bit away from the valley where the branches were entwined and the flowers and butterflies were flying. Her steps are getting faster and faster, as if she is about to fly, as if she is escaping from a human purgatory and going to a prosperous world of true freedom. Looking up at the moonlight overhead, bright and noble, like the bright and free future she had been looking forward to for a long time.

Her eyes were instantly filled with persistence and longing, as if nothing could stop her determination to leave.

The next moment, the hurried footsteps came to an abrupt halt—her heaving chest was still thumping, her face was as pale as paper, her mind was blank, and she could only faintly feel the despair surging from the depths of her heart, so suppressed that she was breathless.

"Are you leaving?" A girl dressed in moon-white clothes waited quietly on the tree at the mouth of the valley, her eyes full of faint sorrow that she had never seen before.

Guo Xin'er was silent and did not say anything.

"Senior sister, if you leave, what should I do? If you're gone, who else will play with me? ”

Guo Xin'er still didn't speak, like a hedgehog trembling on the edge of a cliff, looking at each other vigilantly and uneasily, as if the other party was a wolf with human skin, revealing her true colors at any time and eating her alive. And the junior sister who had always been as beautiful as a flower in her heart, and as vicious as a snake and scorpion, didn't look at her again, but just reclined down on the tree again, holding the sleeping money cat in her arms, gently raised her head, and looked at the dark and lonely night sky above the Valley of Hundred Flowers. Her white clothes hung down from the trees, gently fluttering in the cold night breeze, like a white lotus blooming at night.

This was the last time she and her sister Hua Yao met.

She thought that if Hua Yao had a half-different behavior that day, her life would definitely be different. It was this junior sister's ignorance and indulgence that day that she was able to gain a moment of freedom and innocence in the days to come. She stretched out her hand and touched her arm, the scarred skin hidden by contouring was the biggest mark left on her by this junior sister when she was a child—ugly, cruel, and profound. Now when I recall the scene by chance, I still feel cold all over my body, like a nightmare.

When he left the Valley of Hundred Flowers and heard about Hua Yao again, it was after many years, in the name of a killer.

"If I guessed correctly, your escape back then must have required someone else to replace you, as you said, with Liu Sanniang's invincible character, but you have to accept the other party's request and accept you as a disciple, you can see that the organization has a deep background, and it is not a person who can be offended at will." Bai Zhi once said to her meaningfully, "Then, Yuan Xiang, if this is the case, in other words, Hua Yao has carried the path you should have taken for you." It is also the numb and murderous life that she has always rejected and wants to escape.

"It's none of my business, miss." She looked at a pool of secluded lake water, took a deep breath, and said as calmly as possible, "Fortunately, Miss has mercy, Yuanxiang has finally found a place in this world." Now Yuanxiang is already satisfied, and she will no longer pay attention to those pasts. "She will have a new beginning, a new life.

"A man cannot get rid of his past, even if he is dead." Bai Zhi looked at her and said with a smile.

She was suddenly speechless. These words seem to be a proverb, since she met Huan Ye from the vast sea of people and entered the Xiliang Pavilion, she has been running around tiringly until now. In this pile, one by one, her identity has changed again and again, her name has changed seven or eight times, and sometimes she is in a trance at night, and she can't even figure out who she is or who she is playing.

It's ridiculous that the self-consciousness she cares about the most has been blurred and messed up again and again, and most importantly, she finally met this junior sister again. She sorted out her troubled thoughts, and as Hua Yao appeared and thought about it, she felt more and more that the forces behind it might be inextricably linked to the organization that had cultivated her. However, the strangest thing is why did the junior sister get involved with Bai Moyin in the end? Could it be that the organization back then was under Bai Liancheng?

No, no, it can't be, she immediately dismissed the speculation. Because she knows better than anyone that this matter has absolutely nothing to do with Yujing Villa. She reasoned little by little, trying to sort out a little bit of her thoughts so that she would not be in such a passive situation.

The night was getting deeper, in the Biliu Garden, except for a few dim lanterns, it was already dark, and the small candle flame in the house was flickering, Bai Moyin gently put the unconscious person in his arms on the bed, and tightened the quilt for her, then slowly got up and withdrew, and walked slowly towards his room alone.

He walked very slowly, against the moonlight, and his back fell on the ground not clearly, so slowly he was almost in front of his room. The door was ajar, and through the crack, a yellow cloth was scattered on the table, on which was an extremely old and yellowish ancient book. He entered the house, only flicked his sleeves, and the door was closed tightly, only then he suddenly became weak, supported on the table with one hand, his face was slightly tired, and he lowered his voice and said, "Hua Yao, don't be too troubled." ”