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Chapter 2: Dead Soul Wears

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Maybe this is the way to hell, Ye Qingqing thought to herself, her hands were also stained with a lot of blood, retribution, hehe.........

"Hmm.......", suddenly, Ye Qingqing felt that she was awakened by a tingling sensation, and she struggled to open her eyes, but unfortunately her eyes seemed to be stuck with glue, without any tears, and she couldn't open them.

I finally opened my eyes, but what I felt was dizziness, no dizziness, blurry in front of my eyes, and everything I saw was shaking.

But the only thing that can be affirmed is that she is still alive, alive and well, this is her inner thoughts at this moment.

Before Ye Qingqing was happy, her head suddenly hurt, as if a pair of hands were desperately kneading her head, and hitting it with a stone at the same time, it hurt and swelled.

Memories that don't belong to her are overwhelming, desperately squeezing her own memories in her mind.

"Hiss........", the pain made Ye Qingqing subconsciously close her eyes, unable to stretch out her hand, like a living dead.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes, her wise pupils flashed with a hint of murderous intent, and the corners of her lips hooked.

"The soul wears, heh, the story written in the truth", but this is not a story, it really happened, she passed through the night, and the soul pierced into this body.

There is only one word difference between the original owner and her, called Night Dumpling, the name is quite poetic, a very gentle name, but it's a pity, people are too stupid, and now they are also killed by people.

Ye Lanlan, who is also the original owner, is the adopted daughter of the Ye family in Lingyue Country, and she is talented, but from childhood to adulthood, when she goes out, she actually uses the name of Ye Qingqing, the concubine, to earn her enough reputation, and she also uses her face, which is simply a stand-in to live.

The name of her Ye Lan is unknown to almost the entire Ye family, and she was given a more convenient name, Xiaoqing, she didn't even give the Ye family's surname, she grew up from childhood to adulthood, until the moment she died, no one cared, no one knew.

The name Xiaoqing is like a subordinate in the Ye family, insignificant, as long as there is Ye Qingqing, a concubine, a woman with both beauty and wisdom is enough.

How could the original owner encounter this, this was all planned, almost from the beginning of Ye Tinglan's ability to cultivate, she Ye Lanlan did not live for herself, just for the concubine of Cheng Ye Qingqing.

Today, when Ye Qing turned sixteen years old, she was completely deprived of her cultivation and every drop of essence and blood in her body, including blood, by all the elders of the Ye family, the head of the family, and put it in Ye Qingqing's body.

And she was thrown away like this, this is not over, in order not to leave a trace, she was thrown into a black hole by the Ye family.

The so-called black hole, that is a place in the world of confusion, the black hole does not know where to connect, does not know the danger, only knows that what falls into it, whether it is strong or what, will never appear again.

Even if it appeared, maybe a few years later, a pile of white bones, so the Ye family was so relieved that all the essence blood would be sucked away, and the night of cultivation would be thrown into the black hole.

There is only one breath left, and he was thrown into the black hole, so is there still life, I'm afraid that the black hole is already dead.

Coincidentally, the modern Yeqingqing's soul is worn and reborn in her body.

"In order to become Ye Qingqing, he actually deprived a person of his life, the results of more than ten years of cultivation and bloodline talent, the Ye family's heart is really poisonous!" , Ye Qingqing gritted her teeth and said.

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