Jiuhua Kingdom, Helian Mansion.

A corner of the most remote courtyard in the house.

When Chu Fanghua woke up, he felt that his whole body was in pain as if he had fallen apart, as if every part of his body had been shattered, and his back was especially painful.

The eyes slowly opened, and suddenly the cold light was cold, which made people shudder.

Chu Fanghua sat up and looked around, and what caught his eye was an antique room.

Chu Fanghua's gaze swept to the furnishings in the house, gray, shabby, and the furniture with missing arms and legs.

A qiē is all antique, as if on the shooting site of a costume TV series.

But of course, Chu Fanghua would not think that he was in a shooting theater, or that he was saved by a modern person who lived in such a place.

She knew very well that she would never live, and that she would be left with no bones.

Laugh at yourself, all the betrayals and relatives, the real betrayal of relatives!

The left and right hands cultivated with one hand actually pushed her off the plane in order to swallow her alone, and breaking her bones was the end of her previous life.

However, the people who betrayed her, they did not survive, and they were dragged into hell by her.

People don't offend me, I don't offend people, she Chu Fanghua is not a soft persimmon who can be bullied.

It's just that Chu Fanghua didn't expect that she would be able to survive with her corpse resurrected in her previous life, and she couldn't help but sigh that she was really fateful.

Thinking of this, the door was suddenly pushed open with a creak, and a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old entered, and when the girl saw that she was awake, her face was not happy, but angry and dissatisfied.

"Miss Nine, can't you stay in peace?"

"Why do you have to make the young masters and young ladies unhappy, but let them beat you all over your body!"

"Hey, it's my hard-working little girl who is unlucky, and I have to work hard to take care of you......"

"Young Master Baili's kind of god can you think about it, you see that this is not almost lost your life, miss, you have to be self-aware......"

This girl chattered endlessly from the moment she came in, teaching her own young lady, and did not call herself a slave, obviously not taking the original Helian Fanghua in her eyes at all.

"Shut up!"

Chu Fanghua was so noisy that her head suddenly had a splitting headache, and a lot of memories that did not belong to her suddenly poured into her mind, conflicting, influencing, and merging with the original memories.

It really hurt her in a cold sweat, and it was like a storm in her mind, forcing her to accept some other people's memories.

Helian Fanghua, thirteen years old, is the waste ninth lady of the Helian family, a martial arts family in Jiuhua Kingdom.

Since he was a child, he has low self-esteem and cowardice, timidity and kindness, because of his low talent and understanding, his cultivation is slow to the point of being miserable.

Now the teenagers and girls of the same generation as her are almost in the late stage of the samurai, and some of them with outstanding talent and understanding have reached the realm of martial artists, and they don't know how many streets they have.

And Helian Fanghua's cultivation is only in the late stage of a martial artist, not even a samurai, no matter how hard she works hard, the last layer of paper will never be broken, and she will not advance to the samurai level.