After that, Zimo delved into hidden weapons, as well as earth guns. It's a real loss to not have two decent weapons these days. The ghost knows how many monsters like Mo Yan are in this world! Imagining the only memory he had, he found some wrought iron and iron birch. Wrought iron is used to make gun barrels, and iron birch is the hardest of all woods. It is used to make a gun handle, then assemble the barrel and wooden handle, then prepare gunpowder, use a breech charge, use a collision plane to ignite, use yellow powder to burn and explode, and a shotgun to fire a special iron sand or steel ball. It's nice to imagine, but I'm not a scientist after all, and the explosion sounded for the Nth time. The black purple ink that was blown up chose to give up this thing.

Suddenly, I thought of homemade weapons, but if the weapon was too large, it would be inconvenient to carry. So she made a ring based on the principle of a bow and arrow, and the hidden weapon fired was changed from arrows to slender and short embroidery needles like cow's hair, and quenched poison on them. When he saw that he finally had a weapon that satisfied him, the purple ink wind swept the remnants, ate a big meal, and then fell asleep for another day and a night.

In Mo Yan's eyes: Zimo, this kid is tendoned and always sleepless. Look at it like this, it must be tiring at this time. Mo Yan pinched her little face with some distress, and finally sighed and left. After leaving, he instructed the servants not to disturb her, let her sleep well, and prepare meals at any time for her to wake up and eat as soon as possible......

Reliving a life, she should have lived well and enjoyed the life of ordinary people, but it was such a dramatic coincidence that gave her such an identity. She doesn't know who her parents are, she doesn't know what they have gone through, and she doesn't know if she can find the long-lost warmth in the shortcomings of her previous life. She cares about all of this, but if she wants to live openly, she can only become stronger!

Therefore, whether it is in the previous life or in this life, she strives to make herself stronger, and she hopes to become a person who has the ability to protect herself and the people she cares about! So, is it hard? She didn't think so. The pain and tiredness of every day allows her to clearly remind herself that she is really alive now, and if she is very weak, when an accident really strikes one day, danger is approaching. Watching the people you care about fall in front of your eyes and you can't do anything...

Zimo thought: At that time, it should be the most painful time!

When Zimo was fifteen years old and Jing, the palace master gave her a gift. This year's gift is a bit special. Qing Ying, the maidservant beside the palace master, brought a box, signaled that the Zimo gift was in it, and after delivering it to Zimo, she slowly retreated. Zimo opened the box, and a note appeared inside, and there were only two words on the note: Go.

Zimo has lived in the mountains since he was a child, and has never left the Seven Evil Mountains except for contact with the people on the mountains. So I have always longed for this outside world, after all, strange things are always full of alluring magic.

On the Purple Moon Cloud Palace, the incense burner curls up smoke. On the golden lacquer carved phoenix throne bench in the hall, Mo Yan leaned lazily on it with one hand. Wearing a purple and red gauze coat, it is long and drags to the ground. Three thousand green silk is pulled into a bun at will, and a white hosta is inserted between the hair strands to fix it, without a little rouge, and the complexion is as white and tender as a baby. A few strands of hair are playful around the neck, the waist is like a small man, the willow is graceful, the lips are like Fan Su, and the cherry is small and exquisite, and it is red without a point. was originally the age of a half-aged, but she was as delicate as a girl. It's still charming and addictive. At this time, his beautiful eyes were half-narrowed, and he was extremely lazy. Holding a white jade wine jug, he drank himself, which was wanton and cold. Such a stunning beauty turned out to be a man. It's no wonder that Zimo calls him a demon, he doesn't seem to be a mortal.

Li Yuan asked a little puzzled: "Palace Master, haven't you always forbidden the Young Palace Master to go down the mountain?" Why did you let her go alone this time? Besides, on the rivers and lakes, those righteous scum regard our Seven Evil Palaces as enemies. Although we have been hidden in the city over the years, but people's hearts are unpredictable, the young palace master is young after all, if the identity of the young palace master is known, I am afraid of ......"

Palace Master Mo Yan seemed to be in a good mood to solve Liyuan's doubts: "There are some things that must be experienced by her personally, not only that." The time has come to test her, go, inform all your subordinates, half a month later. Twelve Chase and Kill Orders!"

Li Yuan was a little surprised: Twelve Dao Chase and Kill Order? The strongest assassination lineup in the Seven Evil Palaces. If the people sent out do not complete each assassination mission, all the killers who participated in the unannihilated assassins, that is, those who survived by luck, must return to the palace and apologize to the leader for committing suicide to show their loyalty. So there is no place where you can put water. And every time the order is given, it means that the means of assassination are constantly getting stronger. Therefore, each of these twelve chase and kill orders is a life-and-death situation. After thinking about it for a moment, he felt that it was better to advise: "Palace Master, this... Isn't that too harsh...... The whole palace has watched the young palace master grow up, what if something happened to him, what should I do......"