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Nan Huan was lying on his back on the muddy ground, with a pair of godless peach blossom eyes, and the fireworks flying in the air were reflected in his eyes, mixed with the starry white, and he felt bitterly cold when he fell on his body, and he could faintly hear laughter and scolding, cheers, exclamations, and a neat countdown: "10,9,8,......" Is it the New Year? Nan Huan opened his mouth gently, but he couldn't make a syllable, so he could only open and close his mouth silently: "3, 2...", a 1 has not been spit out, it has slowly become silent, the central square is crowded, and the streets and alleys are full of pedestrians, but no one has gone to see the corpse lying on the corner of the street.

Nan Huan thought that if people really had souls, there was heaven in the sky, and there were eighteen layers of hell underground, then she would definitely go to hell. I didn't expect that when she opened her eyes again, she would see a paradise, at this time she was lying on the soft grass, there was a group of beautiful colorful butterflies flying around her, there was the fragrance of grass and earth at the end of her nose, she wrinkled her nose uncomfortably, how long has it been since she smelled such fresh air, is it a year, two years, or three years? She was a little unsure, after all, that kind of dark day, every second is like a year. And is all this in front of her real, or is it a dream she made up herself, but do dead people also have dreams? Nan Huan sat up and silently watched a white butterfly fly forward through her transparent body, and another white butterfly chased towards it slowly, she was not half surprised, it should be that she was dead, and she had no body for a long time. She observed the surrounding situation with an expressionless face, here is an endless peach forest, peach blossoms are blooming brilliantly on the branches, and there are small birds resting on them, chirping and singing, a vibrant scene, so lively.

Everything here is full of beauty and life, freedom and tranquility, and it is the paradise that Nan Huan yearns for the most in the dark and struggling to survive in the swamp. Just as Nan Huan was fascinated by the scene in front of him, a magnetic male voice came from the side, full of temptation: "Are you willing to die in a dark corner like a mouse like this?" Do you want revenge? Of course Nan Huan was unwilling, she struggled to stand up, and found that a black figure hidden in the black fog appeared next to her at some point, and he could only see his figure, He stood there silently wearing a black cloak, like a devil who seduced humans in mythological stories, he stood there quietly as if he was one with the surrounding environment, without a sense of existence.

Nan Huan's expression remained unchanged and faced the black-robed man: "Of course I'm not reconciled, ask, tell me, your request." The tone was like a command.

"Good, very good." The corners of the black-robed man's mouth hidden under the cloak were slightly hooked, worthy of being the chosen one.

After a burst of dizziness, Nan Huan came to a pure white space, and in front of her was a huge floating blue light board, which was empty. At this time, an electronic voice without mechanism sounded in his head: [Ding, binding the host is complete, system 0023 serves you whether you want to check personal information. "Yes" Nan Huan replied, a blue light flashed on the light plate in front of him, and a few lines of words appeared, and Nan Huan looked over.

Name: Nan Huan

Gender: Female (variable)

Age: 24

Luck value: 10

Merit Value: 10

Health: 5

Nan Huan frowned and asked, "Is the general popularity luck value so low?" "0023 explained: [No, the host's luck value is rare in the world, the general popularity luck value ranges from 30 to 60, above 60 for medium luck, and above 80 for atmospheric luck, so the host will die so miserably in that life, if it weren't for the host's merit value protection, he would have died earlier,] When it comes to merit value, 0023's electronic voice actually has a trace of imperceptible envy.

However, Nan Huan's mind was agitated at this time and he didn't notice it.

[Ding, please get ready, the first quest will start in 10 seconds, 10, 9, 8,...... 1. The first world starts teleporting. ]

Nan Huan felt a tearing pain coming from his head, and fainted with a flash of white light in front of him.

Qi Yuanguo, Changle Pavilion, Ming Yunju

Nan Huan was woken up, she opened her tired eyes, and the purple-clothed maid in front of her who looked numb said routinely: "Girl, it's time for you to get up, it's time to take a medicinal bath." As soon as she finished speaking, four maids in Tsing Yi appeared at the door of the room, two of them carrying steaming bath buckets, and two of them carried baskets in their hands, and they quietly walked into the room, and stood quietly behind the screen after placing the bath tubs.

Nan Huan's body trembled slightly and got out of bed, that was the residual emotion in the original owner's body, because the medicinal bath was the biggest nightmare of the original owner's youth.

Under the service of the purple-clothed maid, Nan Huan entered the hot bath bucket, and suddenly the delicate skin of the original owner was scalded crimson and blistered, and began to fester, the colorless bath began to turn red, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air, Nan Huan grabbed the edge of the bath bucket with both hands, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, he gritted his teeth, and said nothing, but his heart was very heartbroken for the original owner, Nan Huan has been coming to this plane for three days, and the current original owner is ten years old, this is the first time to soak in this so-called upgraded medicinal bath.

The original owner Mingyun is an orphan, he has been wandering on the streets since he was a child, and was adopted by the master of Changle Pavilion at the age of five, and since then he has started a day for nine hours of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, court etiquette, poetry and songs, a small point in Yin (5 o'clock) to get up and start learning, sub time (24 o'clock) to rest, every day is a high-intensity training, the original owner has persevered, in order to be the so-called "father-in-law" an appreciative nod, a look of approval, but he doesn't know that he is just a more valuable chess piece, He had never had any warmth for her in his eyes.

Ming Fu is the leader of the twenty-second generation of Changle Tower, the leading killer organization in the entire Tian Yuan Continent for more than three hundred years since its establishment, and a war that affects the entire continent will arise every ten years or so in the Tian Yuan Continent, and Chang Le Lou is also about ten years old to change the generation of leaders, and Ming Fu is the only one who has been in power for fifteen years, and it is also the most brutal and bloody one in history, when he was fourteen years old, he became the number one gold medal killer in Changle Tower, took over one hundred and twenty-three tasks, and never missed, It was even after assassinating the first master of martial arts at that time, he was famous all over the world, causing the jealousy of the leaders at the time, and wanted to find an opportunity to get rid of him, but Ming Fu seized the opportunity, he gathered dozens of people who followed him to wash the entire Changle Building, nearly 400 people were killed by Ming Fu indirectly or directly under his hands, that piece of land was almost a river of blood, stumps everywhere, and the smell of blood in Changle Building throughout January did not disperse. Ming Fu also ordered the former leader and more than a dozen of his henchmen to be dropped in front of the gate of Changle Tower for seven days, dried as a man, and then fed to the evil wolves who had been starving in the cage for three days to eat.

After that, Ming Fu changed Changle Building to Changle Pavilion, and turned the killer organization that only bought and sold human lives into an intelligence killer organization integrating Qinglou, Chu Pavilion, gambling house, inn, wine shop, etc., which became even more terrifying, and even the king of a large country in the mainland had to give three points.

"Ah" A strong pain made Nan Huan withdraw from his memories, and he looked at it, the four maids in Tsing Yi who had no sense of existence next to him had stood in the four directions of the bath bucket, among which the two maids carrying the bath bucket held down Nan Huan's two arms respectively, and the basket carried by one of the other two, the top layer had been opened, and only the remaining brown medicinal juice could be seen, and the bath soup in the bath barrel had changed from red to brown, Nan Huan felt that the moment the medicinal juice touched the skin, It's like a handful of salt has been sprinkled on the wound, and I can't help but scream.

And the other basket maid immediately skillfully stuffed the handkerchief that had been prepared a long time ago into Nan Huan's mouth.

And Nan Huan's tragic "ah" turned into a series of "hmmmm", Nan Huan was miserable on the surface, but he couldn't help it in his heart, it was really painful, I couldn't help but admire the original owner, the original owner began to soak in a variety of different medicinal baths since he was five years old, one is to strengthen the body, the second is to prevent all kinds of poisons, and the third is to increase pain resistance. And it was soaked once a month, soaked for three whole years, and every time this kind of pain and itching of skin erosion, the original owner suffered it alive, for the kindness she thought in her heart.

Qiu Tong, the purple-clothed maid standing on the side, saw that Nan Huan was really in pain, so she had to coax softly: "Girl, bear with me and persevere, don't you want to see the pavilion master?" You'll be able to see it after soaking in the medicated bath. ”

Nan Huan had an expectant look on his face, and couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart. Hmph, if it weren't for the original owner's natural pure yin body, with a famous weapon, Ming Fu wouldn't even look at the original owner, a dirty beggar who has wandered on the street since childhood, let alone adopt her, the original owner was adopted by him and only saw him once on the first day of adoption in the past five years, and then he could see him once after the original owner soaked in this upgraded version of the medicinal bath, and he could also take a day off without completing the necessary "tasks" every day.

Qiu Tong saw Nan Huan's cheered up, so he said "continue" to the four Tsing Yi maids, and quickly stretched out his right hand, used his internal force, and put his hand on Nan Huan's head, the two Tsing Yi maids who pressed Nan Huan's arm also stretched out their other hand into the bath soup and pressed Nan Huan's two thighs, and the other two took out a handkerchief wrapped in a small wooden stick to replace the handkerchief in Nan Huan's mouth, and one opened the basket he had been carrying, ready to pour the contents into the bath bucket, their movements looked very skilled, It's like I've done it a thousand times, no, it's not like it, it's a thousand times.

Changle Pavilion has been cultivating Dan people for more than thirty years, and I don't know how many girls like the original owner have suffered.