Twelve disgusted with the blood stains splashed on her face, dealing with a few people who had no fighting spirit, her wonderful fighting skills were completely Lang Fei, but she didn't expect that with the second-order fighting spirit, her fist could actually smash people's hearts.

Twelve raised a bloodthirsty smile, tugged at his cuffs, and looked at the masterpiece on the ground with satisfaction.

"You...... Who is it?" the only surviving boy vomited blood, and struggled to raise his head from the sewage, his vision blurred, and only a few steps away he could see a man standing a few steps away, dressed in white, out of place in the dim and muddy alley, like a god.

How can there be a God in this world, and even if there is, how can an impure person like him be redeemed by God?

The boy smiled miserably.

"Do you want to live?" Twelve crouched down in front of him, clasped his jaw tightly, and pressed close to his desperate and unwilling eyes, and asked coldly.

"Think...... I want to ......" The boy's inaudible voice came into Twelve's ears lightly, even though his vision was already blurred, but he still tried his best to reach out and tremble and grasp Twelve's clothes, as if grasping a life-saving straw in this world, "I want to live, I want to live." ”

"I'll save you, how about you die for me?" Twelve never traded at a loss, she loved the boy's tenacity and his strong dedication to survival.

When the boy heard this, his body trembled violently, then he gritted his teeth and said firmly: "Okay!"

As long as he can live, he is willing to die for the person in front of him!

Twelve smiled slowly, and the smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, and it was unbelievably beautiful, "Very good." With that, she knocked the boy unconscious with a sharp knife, ignoring the mud all over his body, bent down to pick him up, and slowly walked out of the alley.

Tomorrow night will never forget that day, in this dark shijie, he finally waited for the only light in his life.

Later, he was fortunate countless times that the suffering in the first half of his life was exchanged for following her in the second half of his life, which was worth it!

"Interesting. The man in red saw the scene of the twelve saving people in his eyes, and a wicked smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were deep.

Twelve used the gold coins she got from Jin Chenrui to open an upper room in the inn, she stripped the boy of his clothes, ignoring his naked body, there was almost no complete place on the boy's body, whipping, branding, and even the scars left by the cold weapon piercing, it looked a little terrifying, Twelve kindly washed his face, and even wiped medicine for him, until the little face with red lips and white teeth came into view, Twelve finally understood that the old man Liu in the mouth of those people in Weishenme would want to get this person.

The skin is almost transparent, and the eyelashes are thin and curly, like an innocent little white rabbit, which makes people want to ravage and torture.

When the boy woke up, it was already noon, and he opened his eyes with a sigh and saw Twelve sitting at the wooden table, lazily drinking tea.

"You ......"

"I saved you. Twelve said as a matter of course, and gently rested the teacup in his hand on the table: "You must work for me in the future." ”

She saved him, and he sold his life to her.

Very good deal.

The boy smiled bitterly, and he struggled to get up from the bed, which was slid down to reveal his white chest.

"This ...... The ......boy was stunned, had he just escaped from the wolf's den, and met the same people who had tried to molest him like the others before?

Twelve held his chin and looked at the boy indifferently with humiliated eyes, "Don't worry, I don't have the slightest interest in your body, all I want is your life." ”

When the boy heard this, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, even he didn't know that when he heard this, he didn't have the slightest doubt, subconsciously, he felt that the person in front of him would not lie to him, and he didn't bother to lie to him.

"What's your name?" Twelve continued.

The boy's face turned pale, his hands clutched the bed quilt, the green silk covered his cheeks, and the red lips were pursed into a line, and after a long time, he said faintly: "I don't have a name." ”

A man with a story, Twelve didn't know that the boy Weishenme was going to abandon his name, she was not interested in asking about other people's affairs, her index finger was beating very melodically on the wooden table, she squinted, and said: "From now on, your name is Ming Ye, and you are my slave." ”

Not a partner, not a friend, just a slave, the most despicable slave.

The boy only felt aggrieved, and his eyes turned red at the pair of indifferent eyes of Shang Twelve.

He can grit his teeth and endure so many years of suffering and sin for so many years, but this person just said the word slave, which made him feel so aggrieved that he wanted to cry?

"Put away your tears, it's useless to me, since you have sold your life to me, you have to serve me as the Lord in the future, and you must not betray in your life," Twelve said coldly, as if he had never seen the boy's teary eyes, and his mood did not fluctuate for a second, "Of course, now you can still regret it, this is your chance, either go or stay." ”

Go, get free, stay, and put your life in her hands from now on.

The boy bit his lip, sniffed, and said in a thick nasal voice: "I promised you, I will work hard for you, the manly husband is full of his word, I will not repay the debt." ”

"Very well, are you vindictive?" Twelve smiled with satisfaction.

"I ...... I won't. The boy bowed his head and replied.

Twelve thought for a moment, then suddenly got up and walked to the door, the boy thought she didn't want herself, and without even thinking about it, one rolled over and fell from the bed to the ground.

Twelve looked at the boy on the ground who was tripped by the sheets suspiciously, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "What are you doing?"

"I ...... I thought you were going to go......" The boy whispered, his naked body trembling gently in the cool air, like a little beast about to be abandoned, which made people feel pity and cruelty.

"I still have something to deal with, these ** stay in the inn to recuperate, and I'll take you out for training in a few days," After speaking, Twelve opened the door indifferently, just stepped out of the threshold, and said again without looking back: "I don't leave any waste around me." ”

Boy, oh no, I should call him Tomorrow Night, he blinked his big watery eyes as he stared at Twelve's departing back, and a smile as bright and dazzling as the morning sun slowly bloomed on his face.

It's good that he didn't abandon himself, it's good.

Twelve left some gold coins for the innkeeper and told him to take care of him tomorrow night, and then returned to Sima's mansion.

She desperately wanted to be stronger, she needed to leave, to go to a place where she could experience life and death.

"Do you know you're back?" As soon as Twelve stepped into the mansion, he was escorted into the main hall by several guards, Sima Xiong sat on the top with a solemn expression, "As a daughter's family, look at what you are wearing, dressed as a man, don't you think what you have done is not shameful enough?" He slapped his palm on the low table, and glared at Twelve with angry eyebrows.

It's just a waste, making jokes again and again, making Sima Xiong lose his old face! I knew that he shouldn't have let this evil seed be born in the first place, and he should have killed her with a bowl of saffron!

The pressure of being a sixth-order peak martial artist, mixed with a naked murderous aura, overwhelmingly pressed towards the twelve.

Her expression froze, and the second-order fighting qi quickly wrapped around her body, resisting Sima Xiong's momentum, and her back was straight, "Dad, you let people take me over, just to teach me a lesson?"

Can't go out of her daughter's house? Can't wear men's clothes? Hmph, are there still few women dressed as men on the street? Sima Xiong made it clear that he wanted to scratch her sore feet, pick bones in her eggs, and everything she did was wrong.

Twelve suddenly felt distressed for Sima Ruyi, an idiot, a waste, how did he survive in this family?

Sima Xiong was choked by Twelve-Eleven, and he almost didn't mention it in one breath: "Presumptuous! Is this your attitude towards talking to your father?"

Hearing this, Twelve sneered, turned around and was about to leave, "Dad, I'm afraid that in my father's heart, your daughter is only Sima Yi alone." ”

She is not worth it for Sima Ruyi.

It seemed that it was time to leave the house, and Twelve was even more determined to go.

This indifferent place, she disdains and doesn't want to stay anymore!

"Bastard!" Sima Xiong blushed and roared angrily, "You immediately clean up for me, and prepare to enter the palace, hmph, beat King Rui on the street, how many lives do you think you have to die?"

"Enter the palace?" Twelve steps paused, her slightly frowning brows immediately relaxed, and she smiled slowly: "When the prince of the dynasty was so depressed that he wanted to find the emperor to support him?"

"Bold! You speak wildly, believe it or not, I will kill you today!" Sima Xiong didn't expect that Twelve would dare to insult the royal family in front of the public, his face was blue and white for a while, he was already angry, he took a few deep breaths, barely restrained the urge to kill Twelve, and said with a dark face: "I have prepared the carriage for you, you immediately enter the palace and ask the emperor for his guilt." ”

Beating the royal family, saying that if it is big, it will be connected to the nine clans, Sima Xiong doesn't want to lose the family business because of a daughter.

Twelve raised her eyebrows and sneered, turned around and left the mansion, stepped on the simple carriage parked outside the mansion, lifted the curtain and got into the carriage, she wanted to see, what the emperor was going to do, to use power to get justice for his son? The corners of her mouth slowly swung a bloodthirsty smile, if this is the case, she doesn't mind making trouble in the palace, the big deal is death, and there are nearly 100 people up and down the Sima Mansion to pay for her life, it's worth it!

The wheels gurgled on the stone road, the carriage was slightly bumpy, the twelve sat on the cushion of the carriage, closed their eyes and cultivated their fighting spirit, when the car arrived at the palace gate, a group of warriors were dressed in armor, majestic and lined up on both sides, all of them were masters of the fifth or sixth order, the solemn palace gate was handed open layer by layer, and a eunuch wearing a eunuch uniform and a monkey cheek hurriedly trotted over, and said with a gloomy face: "Is it Miss Sima Er on the car?"

The tone is arrogant and disdainful, in this place where force is respected, Sima Ruyi is just a waste, and all he gets is the white eyes and low looks of others.

Twelve suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were cold, she opened the curtain of the car, turned over and jumped down, and her movements were sharp, startling the eunuch.

"You...... Are you Sima Ruyi, the second lady of Sima Ruyi?" The eunuch hurriedly took a half step back, and looked at the woman in front of him in surprise, wearing a brocade robe, with high cloud hair, and looking heroic.

Isn't it rumored that Sima Ruyi is mentally retarded and an idiot?

Twelve pursed his lips and sneered: "If it is fake, Lord Eunuch, I bother you to lead the way in front of you, and delay the emperor's time, neither of you nor I can afford it." Her eyebrows are full of pride, even if the emperor is mentioned, there is no awe, the attitude is not humble or arrogant, the red wall carved railings and pavilions are of different heights, majestic atmosphere, through the Ai Qingshi Road, through the nine-turn corridor, around the flowers in full bloom, the garden of purple and red, and arrived at the imperial study.

The vigorous and powerful large-character pen walks the dragon and snake, the plaque hangs high on the eaves, the twelve hearts are condensed, squinting, standing under the stone steps of the imperial study, looking at the plaque with their heads held high, what a domineering word! Every stroke embodies the fighting spirit that makes people frightened and frightening, and the arrogance of the world seeps out from the strokes.

The person who wrote this word must be a master, and a master who treats the world as reckless!