I couldn't help but beat the dresser I was leaning on a few times, the dark red wavy edge of the entwined sandalwood dresser. Under her thumping, he still stood still, not even making a muffled sound. But she slapped her hand painfully, rubbing her little hand, she sighed slightly.

After a moment, Blood Butterfly seemed to accept this fact. She slowly calmed down, thinking about how could her tens of thousands of years of divine beast be defeated by this crossing incident, isn't it just to start over this bad fate.

She didn't believe that she could live worse than An Liuniang.

Biting her lip fiercely, the blood butterfly just couldn't accept the loss of mana all of a sudden.

When she calmed down, she also had a countermeasure, she knew that it must be the black blood of the Black Mountain Snake Demon that brought her to this inexplicable time and space.

If you want to go back, there must be an opportunity, and it is impossible to say that she can go back if she kills herself. If you don't find an opportunity and kill yourself casually, then your ancient beast will have to disappear from now on, this is not a joke.

Thinking about the interests involved, she slowly moved to the side of the bed, and then held on to the edge of the bed, supporting her weak body with her arms.

When it got to the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that she would faint halfway through.

Alas, I don't want to, this complicated life, should I play along the original trajectory or figure it out by myself. She is also very entangled, especially An Liu's self-inflicted sadistic routine, can she not go?

I felt very strange just now, why did An Liu look at himself with such cruel eyes, could it be ...... An Jiu is reborn, she won't be reborn too. Blood Butterfly felt a little eerie, and he didn't know what price An Liu paid in exchange for his rebirth, but he was hit by an alien thing like himself.

Suddenly I want to cry, there is wood.

On the other hand, Blood Butterfly also clearly knows that according to An Liu's character, now that he has the golden finger of rebirth, it is estimated that he will die even more, in this book, no one is stupid, yes, it is estimated that An Qi is the stupidest, but people have a very smart aunt.

An Liu is now her Blood Butterfly herself, a dignified ancient divine beast, it is impossible to be at the mercy of others, and when she was about to fall into a deep sleep, she suddenly had an idea in her head.

Classical sandalwood, delicate jade and coral knick-knacks are placed in the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, antique dressers, copper mirrors reflect a thin layer of golden light, tender yellow gauze curtains gently swing in the wind, and snow-white Persian brocade carpets are all valuable at a glance.

After waking up, An Liuniang looked at this house blankly.

She remembered the content of the book she had read, which only mentioned An Liuniang when she saw it in the Hou Mansion, and the situation of An Liuniang in front of her was completely guessed by An Jiuniang, but most of them were guessed correctly.

According to the current situation, An Liuniang's living environment is much better than An Jiuniang in the book, and she didn't care much about the Mrs. Hou Mansion when she first started reading the book.

Now that I have taken on this role, I feel how terrible the wife of the Hou Mansion is, and she can easily control the fate of their granddaughters. According to An Jiuniang's description, she failed to return to the Hou Mansion in her previous life and was tortured to death by the wealthy Chen family in Yangzhou.

An Liuniang's character is also unwilling to admit defeat. She was already arrogant, and after An Jiuniang was given marriage, it was not easy for her to hold on to Chen Qian's handle and force him to help.

How do you know that in the end, she lost herself, and when she thought about it, Blood Butterfly couldn't help but want to scold An Liuniang, after a good life, why should she be reborn.

It's better to be resurrected by his own corpse, which only provokes An Liu's resentment. Could it be that this is his destined catastrophe, this old blood, it's too unpleasant.

For Mao, the catastrophe of others is a rainstorm and thunder, and the catastrophe by yourself is so strange. Blood Butterfly's little head has been a little hard to turn.

Three days later

After three days of unbeatable pills, she decided that she could no longer lock herself up.

The eight-year-old doll will be seven years away from the Hou Mansion coming to pick up people, and these seven years are enough for her to do something else to save her fate. Maybe after helping An Liuniang pave the way, he will have completed his merits, Blood Butterfly silently read in his heart.

"Girl, Teacher Fu is here, you should study as you did today." Mother Liu walked in happily.

With a smile on her face, a white handkerchief in her hand, a small bamboo leaf jumping on it, and her light steps all indicate her good mood.

An Liuniang sighed helplessly, what should come is always coming.

She is a cash cow in the hands of Liu's mother, if it weren't for the Hou Mansion, maybe when Liu's mother would sell herself, it would be a lot of income.

An Liuniang thought in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, she rubbed her eyes that were a little sour. blinked vigorously, got up slowly, lifted the pink silk brocade quilt, and a pair of white and small jade feet were gently exposed.

"Smack." Liu's mother high-fived outside, and two maids about ten years old came in with a silver basin, mint water and towels.

After a period of grooming, Liu's mother personally went into battle to comb the girl's hair.

The hair hung down naturally, buttoned with a small jade button, looking neat and generous, wearing the clothes selected by Liu's mother, a wide-sleeved top in the color of a drunken fairy, and a bright blue Hunan skirt underneath.

The whole person looks bright and elegant, with jade-like transparent skin, faintly revealing a faint flush, which makes people's eyes shine, and they can't take their eyes off it anymore.

"The girl was born with a good appearance, it seems that the Hou Mansion will come to pick you up soon." Mother Liu often said this sentence, as if she was not just saying it to herself.

An Liuniang just pursed her lips and smiled slightly, her fair cheeks had a faint pink color, and her delicate skin was more charming than the best rouge.

The original homework was to study poetry and books in the morning, and the piano and chess girls were popular in the afternoon, and the day's tasks were full.

An Liuniang, who was originally full of confidence, was reluctant to go to the afternoon class after she finished the morning class, and she felt full of pain.

The boring poetry book, she didn't know who had read it several times, and then she dozed off, which was simply not in line with her style.

The upright Fu Niangzi was in shock all morning, isn't it typhoid fever? Why did the six ladies, who were so diligent and studious before, doze off there.

However, shock is shock, and Fu Niangzi also felt that this was understandable, so she slowly slowed down the progress and let An Liu adapt well.

In the afternoon, Liu's mother came up with all the tricks, so she lazily went to class, but the blood in one hand came back.