Chapter 3 (2/2)

”You Don't come here --! ”

”Call the guard of Taotie hall!”

The auction room was in a mess, and these people fled madly, even forgetting that they were the first-class martial arts practitioners, and even forgetting that the female slave was still huddled in the prison to be bullied by them.

But who can escape death's sickle?

No!

They only felt a cold and biting wind passing by. They didn't have time to react at all. There was severe pain in their neck and they lost consciousness in a blink of an eye.

Ten breaths, only a short ten breaths, the room has been full of dead people, a silent silence.

The girl barefoot stepped on one of the corpses with cold look, dark eyes and silent murmur: ”it's a thousand years of disaster. I have survived again.”

***In the Taotie Hall of Yanjing capital, the weak and pitiful female slaves were bullied to death, and then opened their eyes, but they have become the gold medal killer in the 21st century - He Xi.

He Xi received all the memories of the original master in the moment of crossing.

Originally called Nalan River, it unexpectedly had the same name as her.

But different from the amazing He Xi, Nalan He Xi was born in the kingdom of Jinling, which advocates force and cultivation. Her father is a famous doctor in the world, but she herself is a spiritual root, unable to cultivate without saying, and has no talent to learn medicine.

Nalan Hexi's biological mother died shortly after giving birth to her. When she was very young, she was sent by her legitimate mother to a dilapidated other hospital to live and die. Seeing that she was powerless and useless, the evil slaves in other hospitals often abused and flogged her to make her live worse than the slaves.

But that's it. The Nalan family still let her go.