"Run? Where do you think you can go? If you hand over the spirit stone, you can also give you a whole corpse, otherwise, you know the end......"

"Luo'er, hand over the spirit stone, I can intercede for you."

"Intercession? Hehe......"

On the edge of the cliff, Liluo looked coldly at the several people in front of her who were constantly approaching her, and smiled coldly, the person in front of her who single-handedly dragged her into a place of no return, it was really ironic that he kept saying that he was pleading for her.

"If it weren't for you, how would they know that the spirit stone is in my hands." Liluo's eyes were full of misery, and the man who said he wanted to protect her for the rest of his life pushed her into hell in the blink of an eye.

"Luo'er, I'm also a last resort." A trace of unbearability flashed in Mo Yun's eyes.

"As a last resort...... Hehe...... Mo Yun, don't cry on my grave, it will dirty my path of reincarnation. ”

Who would have thought that the spirit stone that the organization had painstakingly sought to find was actually on her body all along, if it weren't for being seen by Mo Yun by chance.

She thought he wouldn't, but she didn't expect it to be just what she thought......

A strange light flashed in Liluo's eyes, and with a smug and poignant smile on his face, he jumped down the abyss in front of him.

Eastern European Continent - West Vietnam

Pain –

The bones around his body seemed to have been shattered, and the pain almost made his heart stop, and he heard the intermittent conversation in his ears in a daze.

"Phew—it's too much for a mongrel to want to compete with Miss Ben."

A girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with shaved shoulders and a thin waist, and a long figure, said hideously at Liluo who was lying on the ground, and the vicious words instantly tore the beautiful face.

"Roel, where is this bastard worth your anger for her. When the trial competition is over, it's not your business to clean her up. ”

A man with oily hair and a pink face looked at the woman next to him with a flattering expression, and the obsession in his eyes made him not notice the disgust that flashed in the woman's eyes.

"Humph......"

After listening to the man's words, the woman glanced at the half-dead fall on the ground in disgust, and turned to leave. The oily-haired man also hurriedly chased after him.

"Miss? Miss? How are you? ”

The little maid who hid outside the door and didn't dare to make a sound saw the two leave, so she hurriedly ran in. With great difficulty, he lifted Liluo up from the ground and helped him to the bed on the side.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a brown pill, and stuffed it into Liluo's mouth. After a while, Liluo slowly got used to it.

The eye is an antique room, with stout pillars standing in the four corners of the room, and the walls around it are all carved from white stone bricks, with white jade carved orchids blooming enchantingly between the white stones, and blue curtains rippling in the wind, none of which does not show luxury.

Where the hell are you?

Was it a fluke that escaped and was saved?

Who are the two people who abused him?

"Miss? Miss? ”

The little maid saw that Liluo was much more sober, and hurriedly took a glass of water and handed it to Liluo.

Miss?

Liluo looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, and there was a trace of concern on a face that had not yet grown. The eager eyes made Liluo's heart move, and he subconsciously took the teacup.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the hand holding the porcelain cup. His head froze as if he had been struck by lightning.

That white jade hand is your own?

It can't be –

For a moment, Liluo denied this idea. Liluo shook his head vigorously, what's going on? Since the unexpected death of her adoptive parents, she has been living on the streets, being taken in by an organization called "Dark Night", and becoming a cold-blooded killer.

In order to survive, she has learned a lot of skills, and her hands have long since lost their original white and immature nature.

And now the hands in front of her are somewhat similar to her own, but they can never be hers.

What's going on?

"You ......"

The hoarse and rough voice was particularly harsh in the silence of the room, like the sound of an old bellows circling around.

Before he finished speaking, Liluo felt a sharp pain in his throat, and a fishy sweetness surged up.

"Miss, the third elder told you that your throat has not healed yet, and you can't make a sound. Otherwise, it will ......," the maid on the side hurriedly said when she saw this.

Is this voice hers?

The frowning and detached the doubts in his heart, he suddenly glanced at a bronze mirror on the table next to him, and stretched out his hand to signal the maid next to him to take it.

After seeing the appearance of the person in the mirror clearly, Liluo couldn't help but be stunned. This face, which is eight points similar to hers, is more delicate and feminine than hers.

and the long black and bright hair, which made Liluo even more sure that the person in the mirror was definitely not her.

Who's this?

Or whose body is this?

What the hell happened to her?

The uneasiness in my heart spread step by step, and I grabbed the quilt on my body tightly. His brown eyes were full of wariness, looking at everything strange around him.

All the things in the past have long tempered her mind, even if everything that happened on her body seems so absurd. She can also respond without changing her face, and a pair of alert eyes carefully observe the surroundings.