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Twelve years ago, on a stormy night.

Wrapped in a black cloak, Yin Huangwu brisked through the alleys of a third-rate neighborhood in the Greater Berlin city-state. The torrential rain washed over her body, leaving her heart and body cold.

Just half an hour ago, four marquis of the Bryan Fort family surrounded Yin Huang Dance, but they were severely injured by the demon Yin Huang Dance's surprise attack, and fled in embarrassment after dropping a few cruel words. The smell of blood that they left on Yin Huangwu's body was being washed away by the torrential rain, but the cold and biting downpour could not wash away the anger and grievances in Yin Huangwu's heart.

The Yin family, an ancient family from the Eastern cultivation world. Conservative, closed, stubborn, extremely rigid and old-fashioned, this is the tradition of the Yin people. Like other Oriental families, women have no status in the Yin clan, and they are often just victims of their relatives.

No matter how strong they are and how demonic they are, they can't replace the status of those sisters-in-law. No matter how hard Yin Huangwu tried, no matter how much she wanted to do better, no matter how much credit she made for the family, she couldn't have any status in the hearts of the patriarchs of the family.

Even if she has eliminated dozens of small blood demon families in the Yin clan who disobey the Yin clan's orders in the past few decades, even if she once led the family's elite hunting team to eliminate more than a dozen werewolf tribes that are still wild and like to attack the Yin clan's territory, forcing the great patriarch of the silver wolf clan to come forward and sign a peace treaty with the Yin clan.

Even if she has made so many contributions, she still has no status in the Yin clan.

Even if it is a waste like Yin Jihuang, even if it is a fool like Yin Jihuang, and those cousins of the same generation who Yin Huangwu has never taken to heart, they can all hold real power in the family and be cultivated by the family's resources. As for her, all the resources are fought for by herself, and her strength is improved by relying on her own sword, her own sword, stepping on countless corpses and plasma!

Her heart was filled with boundless killing intent, Yin Huangwu's eyes flashed with a dazzling red light, she really wanted to destroy something, she really wanted to make some big mess. She wants to make those old guys of the Yin clan look good, and she wants to give the bullying old immortals of the Fort Bryan family a little color!

Even if the jar is broken, no one wants the proud Yin Huang Dance to go on according to the fate they have formulated!

If you can't fly proudly above the Nine Heavens, then simply fall early. But before falling, she must burst out with the strongest light, so that everyone will remember that in this damn shijie, in this unfair shijie, there is a woman named Yin Huang Dance who has come, lived, struggled, and struggled!

A few thugs who didn't know whether to live or die came out of the dark corners, and these despicable creatures who lived in the lowest echelons of the city-state of Great Berlin, with their peculiar foraging instincts, noticed that this person wrapped in a black cloak was a woman!

In the middle of the night, the torrential rain was pouring down, and a woman walked through a small alley in the third-rate neighborhood of the Greater Berlin city-state, which was the worst in security!

Okay, a woman, this excuse and reason is enough! Several men with contemptible faces smirked and pulled out their daggers and forced them towards Yin Huangwu. They whistled frivolously, and all sorts of foul language spewed out of their foul mouths like a tidal wave, and they teased Yin Huang Dance with the dirtiest words they knew of to satisfy their own vile pleasures.

"Niu'er, there's a nice tavern here, with good spirits, delicious food, and a big enough soft and comfortable bed! Come with us, we'll take you to heaven!" An ugly man approached Yin Huangwu, snorting and reaching out to grab her towering breasts.

A crimson bolt of lightning swept through the sky, and a scarlet blood light flashed at the same time. Yin Huang Wu swung his sword, and two sharp short swords slashed through the men's bodies like a whirlwind, cutting them into the tiniest pieces of minced meat.

In the dark alley, in the storm, under the thunder light, countless plasma and minced meat splattered out, and the alley more than ten meters long was blurred with flesh and blood. The storm helped Yin Huang Dance immensely, and the broken flesh was washed into the sewers, and soon there were not many traces left.

The words of a few gangsters reminded Yin Huangwu.

Walking in such a storm is not a pleasant thing to see. There was a dimly lit lightbox ahead, and a crumbling wooden board nailed to a tattered portal. Someone used shoddy techniques to draw a plate of bread and a wine glass on a wooden board, which is a tavern that is inferior.

Even the tavern is more comfortable than the raging storm outside. Moreover, this kind of tattered tavern with a mixture of fish and dragons is obviously safer for creatures like Yin Huangwu who can only haunt in the dark.

The tavern is smoky, and this is the atmosphere that an inn should have. Dozens of drunk, stinking big men, and a group of women who were almost naked, or directly exposed by their white or black bodies, were messily entangled. Huge glasses collide with each other, the foam of bad beer sprays everywhere, and the smell of bad spirits mixed with edible alcohol can turn people over.

Behind the long cabinet in the depths of the tavern, the owner of the tavern, a tall, strong, fat and strong black man with his hands in front of his chest, was loudly daxiao, looking at the young man in front of the long cabinet and several middle-aged women pulling and pulling.

Yin Huangwu had just walked into this tavern, and through the dim lights, through the countless swaying faces and hideous and distorted figures, he saw the young man at first sight. It's like a mass grave and a dead grass tree, a Qionghua fairy tree that suddenly grows, and the young man with a red face and already drunk is so eye-catching among these chaotic people.

Tall and handsome, his long black hair fell like satin. This young man has a very good skin, even among the blood demon clan who are good at giving birth to all kinds of handsome men and beautiful women, there are very few people who can compare with this young man in appearance.

Apparently in his early twenties, the young man's eyes widened from the inferior alcohol, and he grinned as he put his hand into the arms of a middle-aged woman who could be his aunt, scratching at her shriveled breasts.

Alcohol mishap, there is no doubt that the young man whose brain was burned by alcohol, he regarded those middle-aged women as stunning beauties!

Yin Huangwu looked at this young man curiously. His appearance, his appearance, his bearing, and his words and deeds even when he was drunk all exude a pampered grace. The first time Yin Huangwu saw him, he felt that this young man was like a heavenly dragon that was supposed to soar above the clouds and mist, but suddenly plunged into the mud pit and mixed with a group of loaches.

The people in this tavern have limited knowledge, and they can't recognize the value of the clothes and accessories on this young man's body, but in the eyes of Yin Huangwu, who is also from a wealthy family, the clothes and outfits on this young man's body make her feel faintly frightened.

A robe made of black silk, which faintly reflects a little starlight in the dim light. This is a silk made of rare demon silk mixed with other materials, and the problem is that even Yin Huangwu can't recognize what kind of silk this demon silkworm spits out.

Ice Silkworm, Heavenly Silkworm, Blood Silkworm, or other, rarer essence spit out by the Demon Silkworm?

This is not all, with the dim lights around and against the light, you must be at a special angle to see that on the black robe, with purple special silk threads, a pair of extremely gorgeous, extremely arrogant, and extremely domineering Nine Dragons Chart is woven.

Nine five-clawed dragons with teeth and claws hovered over the rolling sea, they turned the river and the sea, and set off the boundless wind and waves, and they looked down on the vast ocean with angry eyes, high above them like gods.

The dark pattern of the Nine Dragons robe, Yin Huang Wu all felt dizzy for their discovery. In the West, no family would use such a pattern. Moreover, the material and processing technology of this robe, Yin Huangwu didn't know which wealthy nobles in the Western cultivation world had such means.

On the long cabinet beside the young man, there was a jade belt with a jade gloss. Twenty-four jade belts glittered in the light, each of which was moist and smooth, reflecting the shadows of people nearby. What made Yin Huang Wu incomprehensible was that these beautiful jades contained extremely strong heaven and earth aura, which was more abundant and rich than the aura contained in the top-grade energy crystals used by the Yin clan today.

On the body of this bohemian youth, there are also delicate accessories such as rings and bracelets. Each piece is extremely precious, and the value of each piece is an eye-opener for Yin Huang Dance.

Such a handsome, burly, obviously noble-born young man, with such a priceless outfit, mingled in the lower third-rate taverns in the most chaotic and poorly tasted third-rate neighborhood of the Greater Berlin city-state, and mingled with a group of lowest-priced drinking women.

Yin Huang danced through the crowd and walked towards the young man step by step. She was very curious, this young man with black hair and black eyes, obviously of Oriental blood, what was he doing here? In any case, the city-state of Great Berlin belonged to the default family territory of the Yin clan, and such a person appeared on his own territory, Yin Huangwu felt that she had to interrogate the origin and meaning of this guy.

She would never admit that at this moment, she was actually attracted by some unique charm emanating from the young man.

"Childe, I'm rich!" the young man grinned and auctioned several small gold bars with extremely elaborate casting, which were enough to buy the tavern at the price of the Greater Berlin city-state. He pointed to the black boss standing behind the long cabinet, and howled hoarsely: "Childe, I'm happy today, I'm here to have fun, I'm going to drink all the way and drink all the wine in all the taverns in your ruined city!"