Zhuque Street is filled with people and bustling traffic. Even at night, it is like daytime and is still very lively.

A loft is majestic, like a golden palace in the jade building, standing magnificently in the center of Zhuque Street. The pavilions are raised in corners and eaves, and the glazed tiles on the roof are shining with shattered light under the refraction of the starry moon shadow.

This is the famous ecstasy place in the capital, Deyue Tower!

However, in front of the side door of such a luxurious pavilion, there was a blood man lying, covered in mud mixed with blood, and his body was covered with countless wounds of large and small sizes!

At this time, she was already unconscious...

The new flower courtesan of Deyue Tower, Miaoyin, has a continuous and beautiful song. The madam was really happy when she watched the heavy silver sent by the guests tonight. The peony flower on her head also touched the shaking of her head, making a crisp sound.

"Oh, so much money, oh my." The madam kept stroking Bai Cancan's silver ingot with her handkerchief and couldn't help but be happy. "This Miaoyin lady did not buy it in vain. She actually brought me so much money. Oh my mother really didn't love you in vain!"

The beautiful woman who sang a small song on the second floor was Miaoyin lady of Deyuelou. She got this name because of her good voice. Not long ago, the madam spent a lot of money to keep her.

It’s a pity that she only sells her skills but not her body. The madam has been persuading her for a long time. However, judging from the current momentum, the young master in Beijing also likes her beauty and elegance. It’s okay not to sell herself, as long as she can bring money!

"It's great now. Those fierce and evil people are dead, and none of them are left. Now the money is only my own! Oh, it's great, it's great! I have lived for almost forty years, and from now on, I can finally live happily!"

"Congratulations to mom! Congratulations to mom!" The woman who was no longer young around the madam couldn't help but compliment, and then approached the madam's ear and said, "Mom, we Deyuelou picked up a woman at the back door, who was sixteen or seventeen years old. I saw it. She was really three points more handsome than that Miaoyin lady. Do you think you keep it or lose it? "

The madam stood up and looked at the woman: "The door of Deyue Tower? What's going on?"

"I don't know either. It was just picked up by a few servants guarding the gate. They were covered in blood and were unconscious. Seeing that her clothes were torn, she probably came from a poor family. Otherwise, the maid from a mansion had committed a crime and was thrown here. Haven't we encountered such things before? I saw that the person was handsome and beautiful. After investigating his identity, let's stay."

"Oh? Still unconscious? Can it be cured? Don't die in Deyue Tower to cause bad luck!"

"Well, too, I'm still up to my mother to decide everything."

The madam covered the silver with a layer of red cloth and still stroked it reluctantly: "Okay, let's talk about it later. We have more and more customers and need some young girls."

When the woman heard that she was young, she was a little silenced, and her hands were involuntarily folded her temples behind her ears, but she immediately changed her smile: "What Mom said, right."

In the room of the Renjian Office downstairs, a woman was lying weakly on the bed. Because of the high fever, her face turned red, like two red clouds in the sky.

She was covered in a torn black dress, stained with a lot of blood and mud, and was combed in a simple but cool bun, fixed by a simple carved sandalwood hairpin, but it was also messy at this time.

The face was originally covered with dust, but it was wiped off by other servants from Deyuelou with a veil, revealing her original appearance.

She was born with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and was beyond the world, like a red lotus that could not be played with. While she was beautiful and enchanting, a cool arrogance emanated from her.

Looking at her outline from the side, she was as delicate as ethereal, like the mist and rain of autumn mountains and the waves of two lakes, so lively that people dare not look at each other. The woman upstairs said it was a beauty, so she must be kept and carefully crafted.

But her face was a little pale, her eyebrows were frowning, and her two purple lips were also pursed tightly due to excessive blood loss! The dream was so long, and she was so painful...

It was all blood, all blood, and the air was filled with the fishy and sweet smell of rust. She was about to breathe, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape the smell of blood...

The more she wanted to break through this shackle, the more she could not move. Why, why could she not tolerate the slightest resistance? She didn't believe it, but she didn't believe it. She frowned tightly and clenched her fists.

Live, survive, you cannot die, you cannot die!

She kept struggling, fighting and fighting with herself in her dream. Two days later, she finally sat up on the bed...

She automatically picked up her vigilance and looked around the strange surroundings. The simple pattern was in the center. There were octagonal pear wooden tables around her. There were six beds of the same specifications around her. She was in one of them. So many people lived in the same room. It seemed that this place should be a room for the inferior.

I am not dead? So why did I come here? Where is this place?

She used her hand to hammer her head hard, not trying to recall something, but to stop her from recalling something. She was still scared of the tragic day.

The scene was too bloody, with broken corpses all over the ground, and the scattered limbs were scattered irregularly, and the blood flowed out gradually dyed the ground red.

During one day and one night, the short sword in her hand that she kept waving had only one word in her heart, that is - kill!

After killing one, she continued to kill! In the end, she was finally stabbed in the chest by her opponent, and there were many stab wounds on her body. The pain made her unable to fight back. She finally exhausted her last bit of strength and fell down.

In the world, the terrifying Netherworld Assassin Group was destroyed...

Only then did she realize that no matter how strong you are, there will always be people in the world who are stronger than you. Her desperate practice of martial arts was just a murderous weapon for the people of the royal power and wealthy people to compete for power. If the weapon is severely damaged and is useless, the master will abandon it.

Whether it’s giving up or ending, she no longer wants to live in this world like a walking dead.

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In the wind and rain, Concubine Leng is waiting for you!

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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