She didn't hesitate to attack, and attacked the target with all her strength.

The figure of the other party was somewhat familiar, but she didn't think about it, she stabbed the knife into the other party's abdomen, and then was slapped away by the other party, and then drew the knife again, slashing at the person mechanically and mercilessly.

The battle was so fierce that she didn't leave herself any room to survive, and even felt that she deserved to die at the hands of the other party, as if that was the natural thing to happen.

But in the end, she won unexpectedly.

"You...... Who are you......"

The subject's eyes widened before she died, and she asked this sentence in disbelief, and she clearly saw the appearance of the person she had killed.

A handsome face, narrow eyebrows and eyes, snow-white and transparent skin, a mature and secure temperament.

It's Anhuan.

It was An Huan who she killed.

Wait, if she killed An Huan, then who is she?

"Who am I?"

"Heh, I'm An Huan."

"I'm going to prove that I'm just like you, no, I'm more perfect than you."

She saw the reflection in the target's dead eyes, and those eyes reflected her appearance at this time, which was exactly the same An Huan's face.

She is An Huan, and this person is also An Huan.

But she's not An Huan.

Then there was a long, terrible darkness, in which there was nothing but pain and cold.

She felt that she was in pain all over her body, endless pain, so painful that she wanted to die but couldn't die, she didn't even have the ability to commit suicide, she could only bear it in despair.

Weakness and powerlessness terrified her deeply, but the darkness was so narrow that she felt that there was light and warmth within reach, with laughter and laughter, which made her yearn for it but also afraid.

Suddenly, a male voice came from beyond the darkness, his tone was full of surprise, but the content of the words had nothing to do with her:

"It's successful, it's finally successful, I've finally created the strongest weapon of the Fog Clan."

"You are the only successful product, you will be the guardian of our Fog Clan, only you can lead the Fog Clan back to the peak of strength, just name you with the most powerful demon lord in the history of the Fog Clan, the Demon Lord of the Fog Clan-An Huan."

As she listened to these words, her heart was filled with strong unwillingness and disgust: why did she deserve to endure pain in such a dark place, when that successful product was born with everything, even a name.

She hated it.

She hated each other, hated unjust fate, hated the ugly race, and even hated everything in this world.

The strong negative emotions quickly faded, and there was a deep darkness ahead, and she felt an invisible barrier preventing her from moving on.

She could feel that the end of the dream was ahead, and it was also the deepest part of the dream, but she couldn't find a way to move on, and the invisible barrier was like a moat in front of her.

"What's going on, why can't I get by."

She patted the barrier in front of her, annoyed, obviously a little bit.

She could faintly see the light on the other side, only one step away from the darkness she was in now, and it was the hazy sense of déjà vu that seemed to be visible but not clear, and it made her heart itch.

Meng Yingdie flew out again and cried out happily:

"Master, this is a dream defense, just like the heart defense, generally speaking, it can't get by!"

"What the hell, can't get by? Is my dream realm not high enough? ”

"No, it has nothing to do with your master's realm, the dream defense is a seal set by the dream master himself, not only prohibiting outsiders from prying eyes, but even he himself can't remember it, it's a forgotten memory."

"If you can't remember it, will it still exist?"

"Of course it is!"

Mengmeng happily explained to her,

"Even the past is the past, no matter how unbearable it is! Just like a growing tree, even if you cut off your roots in pain, you can't say that the roots didn't exist from the beginning, they were just cut off! ”

"What kind of ruthless person actually cut off his own roots."

"What is hidden by the dream defense is often the deepest corner of this person's heart, and once it is revealed, it can easily inflict heavy damage on him, maybe it is what the master is looking for. Master, do you want to go over and have a look. ”

"Huh, is that okay?"

"Yes! Yingying and I can help you cross the dream defense! ”

"So what are you waiting for!"

Only then did she know that Meng Yingdie had a very domineering ability, that is, there was no place in the dream that they couldn't go, and even if it was a dream defense, they could force their way through.

Two small butterflies landed on her shoulders and lifted her up with ease, flying over the invisible moat.

Suddenly there was a lot of light in front of me.

She was lying on a stone platform, with a man beside her, constantly taking things out of a furnace-like tripod and melting them into her body using a secret method.

This person has worked hard for a long, long time, exhausted his efforts, and often looks at her with gentle eyes, and pours a lot of hope into her.

She liked this person very much and wanted to repay his hopes, so she worked hard to feel the outside world and understand all kinds of knowledge that he had forced in.

She learned many words, but one word she was most interested in was "father."

She secretly called this man "father" in her heart, and sometimes she felt distressed when she saw him overworked, and wanted to tell him to rest.

But she couldn't speak, she couldn't move, and she didn't have five senses.

When the "father" poured the last blood-like energy into her body, she had a complete body and was aware for the first time.

But the sensation she felt was pain, a pain that was so intense that it seemed to tear her newborn body apart.

But she was still very happy, because she had a feeling, and she was one step closer to her father's expectations.

However, his father was very angry, and even smashed the refining cauldron in front of his assistant:

"Failed again! Failed again! ”

"I wasted so much effort, and it turned out to be a failure!"

"Teacher, don't be angry, this finished product has some defects, but it should be usable at all."

"No! I have to refine the most perfect finished product, so that it can be called the strongest weapon of our fog clan, and any imperfection is defective! ”

No, I'm not a defective product, father, take a closer look at me.

She shouted in her heart, speechless, but she desperately hoped that the man in front of her would look at her again and give her a little time to prove that she was not a failure.

She is a weapon that he has worked so hard to create, and she may be a little far from the perfection in his mind, but she will try to be very strong and strong, strong enough to satisfy him, let him know that he has not failed, and that his work is very successful.

But the man didn't give her that chance.

Defective products are defective products, and there will always be indelible flaws.