The woman danced the last movement, waved her hand, and several needles hidden in her sleeve went straight to the emperor, the tips of the needles were slightly black, and at a glance she knew that there was a poison. Shang Jin's face changed suddenly, and with a flick of his right hand, a strong wind suddenly rose, blocking the flying needle.

Seeing this, the woman turned around flexibly and prepared to leave; Unexpectedly, Shang Jin had already walked to the front of her, raised her hand to restrain her hands, and was slightly stunned: the skin in her hand was smooth and soft, and it was not as strong and rough as the expected martial arts practitioners. The woman suddenly broke free when he was stunned, remembering that the other party's martial arts were stronger than herself, knowing that it was not appropriate to stay for a long time, alarming more people, so she slipped forward.

After Shang Jin came back to his senses, he grabbed it quickly, and with a "bang", the fiery red gauze behind the woman was torn, but he couldn't care about it, gritted his teeth, and quickly swept forward. Shang Jin only saw a flower on her left back, lifelike, enchanting and mysterious. He didn't chase it, he looked at the piece of yarn in his palm, the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile, and looked thoughtfully into the distance where she had disappeared.

In the main hall, everyone slowly woke up. Shang Jin retracted his gaze and quietly stared at the back that quietly left.

The woman walked out of the palace and went straight to the first restaurant in the Acropolis of Yuguo, "Drunken Flower Building".

There are three floors in the Zuihua Building, the first floor is for guests to drink and dance; On the second floor, there are more than 20 large and small private rooms, which are used for guests to discuss important matters; The third floor is the best place for literati and artists to enjoy the scenery and fuqin. At this time, the night sky is starry, and the lights in the drunken flower building are lit, and the ink sky outside the window is extremely deep and spacious. Layers of carved attics bloom like water lilies, reaching into the night sky. Here, crowded with people and colorful lights, it is the immortal capital of the desire world favored by the night elves.

Entering the door, turning left into a small cubicle, the woman moved the "Morning Cooking Landscape Map" on the wall with both hands, with a soft sound of "click", the hidden door behind the painting opened, stepped in, the door was closed, and the layout of the house was the same as before.

The stone steps are steep and turn sharply. I don't know how long I walked, but the oil lamps on both sides illuminated the flat ground. The eye is a plain stone table, two stone chairs and a stone bed. A man in black is meditating on a stone bed with his eyes closed.

"Master." Her bewitching smile had disappeared, and her raised eyes were like a bay of water, without a trace of waves. Her voice was clear, "Mission failed. ”

"That's it." The man in black replied calmly, pointed to the barrel in front of him, and said, "Go in." "Inside the bucket was dark water, and I could faintly smell the smell of damp heat. Without saying a word, the woman quickly removed her clothes and stepped in. As usual, a burst of warmth hit, then it got hotter and hotter, as if it was about to melt all her bones. Her skin was also faintly pink from the increasingly hot potion. At the high temperature, the water began to bubble slowly. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, a chill suddenly rushed into her limbs, and her mind suddenly became clear. After a while, the coolness was even worse, and the pale pink of her whole body faded away, as if she had been thrown into the extreme cold and snow...... And when the alternating feeling of ice and fire tormented her senses, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, sincere and pure.

She began to dream, dreaming of the modern age before the time travel. In the darkness, he looked at everything around him with frightened eyes: several people were entangled and scuffled, and let out a roar like a beast. Under the light, the silver knife flashed with a blinding white light. Soon, the white light was gone, replaced by a blood-red ...... Everything seemed to freeze, except for the man's rampant laughter and the near-faint breathing of a man, and then a dead silence. Her throat was already dry and hoarse in a heart-rending cry, and a bitter sweetness welled up in her throat.

Similar nightmares alternated with reality, and she gradually became numb from the fear at the beginning...... For countless days and nights, she had been looking forward to death for relief, but the truth was always so cruel. In her memory, she no longer seemed to know the world outside the dark slave field, what it was like to have parents, friends and relatives, love and be loved; All she knows is that if she wants to survive, she has to be strong! In this life, she will abandon useless mercy and mercy, and use the blood of the wicked to erase the once weak and useless self.

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The drizzling rain soaked the thin window paper, making a "rustling" sound, and quickly disappeared into the air. Outside the window is a white rain and fog, and you can't really see the scenery in the courtyard. Inside the house, Shang Jin supported the back of his head with his left hand, leaning on the soft collapse and flipping through miscellaneous books, his hands were slender and white, and his five fingers were unconsciously rhythmic, revealing his absent-mindedness.

Liu Shiyi, a trusted guard, hurriedly ran over and said in his ear: "Childe, something is wrong with that batch of goods...... Shang Jin's eyes suddenly lit up, his five fingers clenched into fists, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and ordered: "Prepare the car." ”

"Yes." Eleven retreated.

Shang Jin passed by the lobby, his father Shang Heng was discussing with his second aunt Liu the guest invitation list for the eldest brother Shang Zhe and the second daughter of the Su family, and when he saw him, he asked, "Jin'er, where are you going to play?" ”

He smiled evilly: "Go and meet a few people, and come back soon." Shang Heng frowned invisibly: Jin'er was talented, but she was naughty by nature, and she had no interest in learning those ways of doing business. At this time, he will be at ease with those children of the official family again. The second aunt secretly rejoiced: This youngest son Shang Jin knows that he is out of love all day long, and he doesn't learn and has no skills, how can her eldest son be mature and stable, and make the old man happy? From now on, the throne of the head of the house will be mine. Speaking of the position of the head of the family, according to the eldest and youngest, it should have been my son. But the previous head of the family abolished this kind of regulation, and said that "talented and capable people are competent". But even so, Shang Jin is just a waste with an empty appearance, and there is nothing to worry about.

Looking at the second aunt's secretly smug smile, the corners of Shang Jin's mouth hooked up a sneer, and thought: Second aunt, while you can still laugh, let go of the smile. Your son thinks too highly of power, and only uses childish tricks, but thinks very highly of himself; When the time comes, you two don't cry too ugly.

Shang Heng naturally knows the little Jiujiu in the heart of this second aunt, and usually just turns a blind eye, but now it seems that it is time to warn him, I really don't know what to do! Alas, it's this little son Shang Jin, who looks like this all day long, how can I explain to his mother under the nine heavens! Shang Heng's eyes appeared in front of the good old days: Mu'er...... I've been there for eight years. If only then...... Alas, if you don't want to, it's a foregone conclusion.

Shang Jin walked out of the Shang Mansion, turned a corner, took out a human skin mask from his sleeve, quickly wiped it on his face, and suddenly turned into an ordinary face thrown into the vast sea of people without anyone noticing. But the romantic temperament between gestures is natural. He brushed away the hair that had been on his face and leaned into the equally inconspicuous carriage.