Chapter 42: Prajna's Bitterness and Selfishness

Mu Qiannian smiled and smiled, only to feel a burst of fishy sweetness welling up in his mouth. Looking down, he saw that "Weak Water" had plunged the dagger into his chest.

The dagger was not pierced deeply, even if the blade of the dagger was completely submerged in his chest at this time, Mu Qiannian would not feel pain.

All the pain in his body can't compare to the pain in his heart, and the kind of heartache that seems to be about to burst makes him wish that "weak water" could give him a good time.

But the dagger of "weak water" only drew the dagger after a few more gentle strokes, and wiped the blood stained on the blade onto Mu Qiannian's face. Mu Qiannian turned his face slightly, and the sharp blade cut a thin cut on his handsome face.

"It's a pity that this face that looks like Mu Xingyu has ruined you like this. Fingers pinched Mu Qiannian's chin hard, and "weak water" forced his face to face him, playfully playful.

When Mu Qiannian heard this, his heart was like ashes. He raised his eyes, and saw a hint of hatred flash in the eyes of "weak water".

Weak water, the weak water that he put in the deepest part of his heart, he really didn't want to hate her. However, why is she still refusing to let him go, she still has to hurt him with words again and again, and sarcastically mock him.

"Weak Water" raised the dagger, and this time, the knife fell in his hand, and the dagger was deeply pierced into Mu Qiannian's shoulder. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, and then opened the door mercilessly, dragged Mu Qiannian, who was clenched his teeth in pain, to the door, and kicked him out.

The biting cold of the wind and snow outside the house instantly enveloped Mu Qiannian, and the pain in his heart made him struggle for a long time and couldn't get up.

The "weak water" that had already entered the house returned again, threw Mu Qiannian's burden out of the door, and then slammed the door shut.

Mu Qiannian, who was in despair, wanted to lie in the snow forever, never to open his eyes again, and let the ice and snow freeze his heart together, so that he would never feel heartache again.

But just as his consciousness was gradually blurred, he saw the weak water again, and saw her sitting quietly under the maple tree, lonely and sad playing the piano. Autumn leaves fell above her head.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the weak water with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his smile like a flower......

It turns out that the person who has always lived in the heart of the weak water is the elder brother, but why should the elder brother let such a beautiful weak water become lonely, sad, and even desperate.

Why?

Why!

Mu Qiannian's heart was questioning and roaring.

He struggled to get up in the snow again, endured the pain in many parts of his body, and picked up the burden he had been thrown out of the door by the "weak water".

He can't die, he wants to live, he has to know why!

Mu Qiannian hugged his burden tightly, stumbled all the way, and returned to the cabin where he used to live.

lit the candle flame, and Mu Qiannian, who was shivering from the cold, put on the charcoal basin. There is not much charcoal left over from the last time, and after moving to a house with weak water, there has been no spare charcoal in this room.

But although it is not much, it is enough for Mu Qiannian to use it at this time. After his body was warm, he opened the baggage, the medicine bottle was still there, and after treating his wounds, he changed into the bloodstained underwear.

The injuries on Mu Qiannian's body were not serious, except for the deep knife on his shoulder, the chest and face were all minor injuries, and the blood had stopped after rubbing the medicine.

The wound on his shoulder was still oozing blood, soaking all the medicinal powder that Mu Qiannian had just sprinkled.

Mu Qiannian took two internal injury pills in a row, pursed her miserable white lips and sprinkled the medicine powder on her shoulders again, and then tore a clean underwear into long strips, wrapping around her armpits and tightening it on her shoulders.

After finishing this, Mu Qiannian put on his robe, stood up and wanted to go out. But when he was about to reach the door, he was so weak that he could not stand on his feet, and he fainted on the ground.

Soon after "Weak Water" closed the door of the house, he heard Mu Qiannian's footsteps leaving. She tore off the princess's alluring face that covered her face, revealing her true face.

She did this with both her own hardships and her own selfishness.

As a killer, she is able to successfully mix and turn around to find out information without making people suspicious, thanks to one of her unique skills, which is to make masks.

She doesn't know much about her own background, only that she was picked up and raised by her master since she was a child. And this unique skill was taught to her by her master.

The time can be traced back to when she was eight years old, and her master said that he would buy her candy to eat. But in the blink of an eye, she was hugged away by someone covering her mouth.

In the crowded streets, she struggled to be carried away, but his master was still squeezing into the crowded candy man shop, wanting to buy her the candy man she had been yelling at for many days as soon as possible.

The master was crowded in the crowd, getting farther and farther away from her, a scene that Prajna could never forget in her life.

After reselling a lot of hands, Praruo was sold into Yingying Yanyan's "Spring Flower Building", and the dark and painful memory of Pranyo had already sealed it in dust.

She has been secretly waiting for an opportunity in the "Spring Flower Building", and finally when she was thirteen years old, she was lucky to get out when a guest made a disturbance and set fire to the "Spring Flower Building".

In this way, after the embarrassed Pranya, who was smoked by the fire, escaped a few streets, he happened to meet Princess Wushuang who went out of the palace to play without permission.

At that time, Praruo didn't know that the girl who was dressed ordinarily, but had an amazing appearance, and was about the same age as herself, was the peerless princess of Tianji Kingdom.

She only knew, only glanced at it, and when she asked her if she would like to go back with her, she nodded her head without thinking.

Those beautiful eyes are so clean that they don't seem to be contaminated with the slightest hustle and bustle of the world. Looking at those eyes, it is like a full moon reflected in the clear water of the lake in the quiet night.

Just a quiet glance made her forget all the gloom and unbearable that happened to her.

In this way, despite the dissuasion of the two dead soldiers in disguise beside her, Princess Wushuang insisted on bringing back to the Tianji Palace this Pannyo of unknown origin and who was turned to ashes by the ashes, but whose eyes shone with perseverance and perseverance.

Back at Princess Wushuang's mansion, Princess Wushuang looked at the Panruo who had dressed up after bathing, and wanted to keep her by her side as a maid. But Prajna offered to be a dead soldier, and she wanted to use her life to protect this person who seemed to have fallen into the world by mistake.

While she was bathing, she was told that when she entered the princess's peerless palace, she would either be a maid or a team of dead soldiers.

Between the two, Prajna chose to be called a dead man. Princess Wushuang saw that she had made up her mind and gave her the name Prajna.

Whether it is in the Spring Flower Building or in the Wushuang Palace, Pranya has never forgotten her master. The teacher who treated her like a father, she has always been secretly looking for.

In a blink of an eye, thirteen years have passed, and Prarua finally got her wish and saw her master again.

After being caught by Mu Xingyu's killer, in just a few days, Fei Yinlou checked her past clearly. And this master of hers, over the years, has searched for no result because her master has been hidden in the non-hidden building.

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