She snorted a low mockery from her nose: "It's pitiful, the general is blind at a young age!" ”

If these two men hadn't killed her in the first place, how could she have killed them?

Damn it!

"The witch is disrespectful." The young general was full of blood, and said with awe-inspiring justice: "Which woman from a good family would go to a mass grave in the middle of the night to kill someone, it is clearly a demon girl!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he rode a horse and swept over with a gun, and went straight to her vital point.

She quickly ducked away, and the murderous silver spear stabbed her in the neck several times, narrowly missing her life.

Under the moonlight, the young general was on the horse, and his shot was as fast as lightning, and she and him had already been painted after a dozen moves.

She was gradually unable to parry, and she was left to retreat step by step.

As soon as she was reborn, she encountered a hard stubble, if it was with the martial arts of Yun Geci, she would be able to deal with it easily under the horse of this ruthless young general.

However, the owner of her current body, Feng Hongshu, is a solid waste material.

There is no internal force at all, and the bones of the body are like water, and they can't withstand the toss at all.

She had been fighting with him for so long, she had already hit the limit, her bones seemed to fall apart, and her arms and waist, which had been stabbed by the silver spear, were even more bloody.

No, if she continues like this, she will die under the silver spear.

Unwilling, she is unwilling, she has been a wandering ghost for five years, all hanging with the fire of hatred in her chest, and finally saw the light of day again, how can she die before she has the enemy?

Hatred disturbs people's minds, and a small shaking god brings her disaster.

There was a sudden and unbearable pain on the top of her head, and the silver spear in the young general's hand bent like a swimming dragon, striking the top of her head, and when she landed, the blood flowed from her head, and her whole face was horribly bloody.

Her eyes were black, the sky was spinning, and she knelt straight into the mud.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she looked up at the young man on horseback with resentment, her cold eyes and handsome face, her eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, and her silver spear was closed.

Cold, bone-chilling cold accompanied by heart-rending pain, mercilessly spurred her soul.

It seemed to be back in the cold palace five years ago, the wind tore the tattered doors and windows, more than a dozen hateful-looking eunuchs laughed around her, and dozens of hands picked her clothes.

In the gentle shaking of the veil, the purple-robed young emperor Marigold Qiong liquid was handed to his lips, smiling at this distorted and deformed Fengyue.

The stunningly feminine woman leaning on his chest, her laughter was light and delicate: "Yun Geci, the emperor has given you more than a dozen men to relieve you of the pain of Hehuan and dispersion, and you still don't kneel down to thank you?" ”

The monstrous blood hatred was heartbreaking, she trembled all over, and someone suddenly kicked her chest hard, and a shrill voice of disgust came from above her head: "Don't play dead, get up quickly." ”

The pain woke her from her nightmare, and she opened her eyes with all her might, and the faint glow of fire came into view, and the disgusting smell of damp rotting from the grim cell emanated from it.

She didn't die, this realization was like a crazy fire burning in her body, making her tremble all over, the ultimate madness.

As long as she doesn't die, she can swallow all kinds of bitterness.

From then on, it was raised in the heart, nourished with flesh and blood, and turned into a stronger hatred!

"After eating this bowl of severed head rice, it's time for you to hit the road."

The jailer who had kicked her earlier saw that she had woken up, threw a clay bowl with a broken corner in front of her, and knocked over two dry steamed buns and some disgusting pickles mixed with it.

Yun Ge understood that the young general did not kill her on the spot, but captured her and threw her into prison, so that she could be punished by the law.

It's really righteous and awe-inspiring!

Seeing that she did not move, the jailer was impatient, and when he raised his foot, he wanted to kick her again.

Yun Geci suddenly looked up at him, his eyes met, and at that moment, the jailer was stunned, kicked halfway, and froze.

What kind of eyes are they?

Mixed with blood, deep and gloomy, cold as black iron, it seems to be full of surging hatred and murderous aura, but if you look closely, it seems that there is no emotion.

Just one glance, it makes people feel unprovoked cold, like a thorn in the back.

The jailer remembered what the Major General had said when he had thrown her here, and it was said that he had witnessed her kill two men with ease.

He looked at the woman sitting against the wall with mud and blood and couldn't tell the difference, and in front of her poisonous gaze, this kick finally did not kick her body, but kicked the pottery bowl fiercely, and scolded: "Death is coming, what is it about?!" ”

"Big brother, you're going to be mistaken."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was dry and hoarse, like a fire burning.

Yun Geci's breath sank, suppressed the resentment in his chest, showed a weak appearance, and said in a low voice: "I made a big mistake and suffered it myself, and my family still doesn't know, can I bother my eldest brother to bring me a letter to my family?" See them one last time before they die. ”

The wound on her body was hot and painful, and she was wet and sticky with mud in the book, and the wound of the silver gun had become inflamed and worsened, and the wound on her head and heart was even more painful.

All she has to do now is to live!

"Do you have any money?" The jailer looked her up and down contemptuously, and said, "Who do you think you are if you don't have money and want me to do something?" ”

Yun Geci endured the pain in his body and fumbled to untie an object on his ankle, a small golden bell.

In her vague memory, she remembered that this was left by the mother of the original owner, Feng Hongshu, who had always loved her, and this was the only valuable thing on her body.

The rest of the gold and silver jewelry was already dead and looted by the murderer.

The jailer took the little golden bell and shook it, and said with satisfaction: "I didn't want to beat you up for a murderous and evil girl with such a valuable thing, for the sake of money, say, where is your home?" ”

"Zhenguo General's Mansion."

This is the original owner's home, and it is also her current dependence.

The jailer's face changed suddenly, and he sneered and scolded: "Nonsense, I think you are crazy, how can the people of the General's Mansion be such virtuous as you." ”

After saying that, he spat contemptuously, turned around and left, taking her little golden bell with her.

The only hope was lost, Yun Geci dragged her broken body to chase, and the cell door was ruthlessly locked, knocking her to the ground by the way.

She was like a crumpled rag, as humble as mud.

"It's pathetic."

A light and elegant voice sounded in the gloomy cell, and the clouds and breeze were light and elegant, and it was incompatible with this cell filled with despair and rancidity.

Yun Geci struggled to get up in pain, and looked at the source of the sound, this glance was unforgettable.