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Chapter 1

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    Wedge:

    "Is this a VR virtual world? Who are you? Why am I here?"

    "You are finally here, answer me, do you believe that the debts of the previous life will be repaid in this life?"

    "Why do you look exactly like me?"

    "I am you, you are me"

    Suddenly a flash of lightning strikes, the world breaks apart in an instant, she gradually goes away, singing in her mouth: the gentle breeze blows like a dream, forgetting to return, the person who cherishes flowers goes to the flower without a master, and returns without a way

    Text:

    "Mr. Huan, what should we do with the person who slashes Miss?"

    "Dispose of them all! Not one left!"

    "Where is Kevin?"

    "Doctor Kevin has arrived."

    ?Warning: If the blood loss exceeds 1500 ml, the body will go into shock, which is like facing death!

    "Kevin, blood transfusion! Quick!"

    "Mr. Huan, calm down first! Prepare for surgery immediately!"

    "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here"

    Yanxia felt that her consciousness was being separated, and she tried her best to keep herself awake, because someone was waiting for her, but her eyelids seemed to be locked and could not be opened any more, and the hand she wanted to lift was extremely heavy.

    Later, she lost control of her body; in an instant, as if she had fallen to the bottom, a nightmare began

    In typhoon weather, the wind and rain beat against the windows.  Yan Xia curled up on the princess bed, suddenly realized something, she suddenly opened her eyes and took a big breath.

    At this moment, a black figure stood beside the bed, and Yan Xia turned her head to see that it was a person!  Only those eyes that were like the god of death were exposed, staring at Yan Xia fiercely, she was so frightened that she jumped up and screamed loudly: "Who are you?!"

    Still in shock, Yan Xia forced herself to calm down and think about the escape route quickly.  Just as I was about to leave, I was dragged back by the god of death, not good!  She also sent herself to his knife, a very sharp knife, which was directly touching her main artery.

    "Ah! Don't kill me! Help! Mom"

    Yan Xia desperately slapped the god of death with her hands, crying, "Let me go!" But her attack was no threat to the god of death.

    During the struggle, Yan Xia kicked over the bedside table.  The vase on the bedside table shattered to the ground with a bang. When the bedside table tipped over, it also knocked down the floor lamp and pulled the curtains to the ground, revealing the fragile night that was swept away by the fifteenth typhoon.

    Death put down the knife, a trace of evil flashed in his eyes, the next second!  The god of death let go of his hand, and Xia Xia's mind went blank, and his body immediately fell backwards.

    "Ah! It hurts!" Yan Xia burst into tears as her back was punctured by debris on the ground.

    Reaper turned over the bed and looked down at the dying prey in a condescending posture - Yan Xia hurriedly avoided the sight of Reaper; but witnessed his shadow devouring him bit by bit.

    "Don't come here! Don't! Mom Mom, where are you? Come and save Xia'er!"

    Yan Xia cried for help, crawled forward, and the shadow of the god of death moved with it.

    Yan Xia was forced into a corner and had no way to escape. In a panic, she grabbed a fragment and pointed it at the god of death: "My daddy is the most powerful person! Aren't you afraid that my daddy will kill you?!" Her tone was extremely firm.

    The Grim Reaper grabbed Yan Xia's hand, opened it uncontrollably with a little force, and the bloody fragments fell to the ground. At that time, the suffocating room echoed the Grim Reaper's warning: "They are already dead!"

    Yan Xia was stunned for a moment. The eight-year-old could not tell the seriousness of the situation. She just repeated what the God of Death said just now: "They are already dead! Dead No, it's impossible!"

    She got the strength she didn't know where to stand up and ran towards the door, but her foot was stepping on the debris, and she fell heavily to the ground.

    "It hurts!!!" Yan Xia rolled on the floor in pain.

    How can a child bear this, but the fear is often more than that!

    Regardless of Yan Xia's resistance, the god of death grabbed her feet and dragged to the sofa, grabbed the fragments and pulled them off.

    Blood kept gushing from the soles of Wan Xia's feet, and her thin screams pierced through the stormy night.  Her face, hands, feet, and pure white nightgown were covered with blood, but she still did not give up and crawled to the door with difficulty.

    Death did not stop her, but let her crawl to the door.

    Struggling to climb to the door with all her strength, she couldn't touch the high handle, and couldn't open the door to escape.

    Yan Xia was in pain and helpless, even on the verge of despair, she really wanted to sleep.  she close?Please, it¡¯s just a nightmare, wake up and it¡¯s still a beautiful tomorrow, there¡¯s a ballet competition tomorrow, yes!  If she is obedient, she will be fine when she wakes up!

    At this time, the door opened, and the god of death picked up Yan Xia.  Hope was shattered at this moment, and her body was paralyzed by fear, sobbing helplessly.

    The god of death threw her out of the door and fell on a person¡ªthis person was no longer angry.  Yan Xia opened her eyes swollen from crying, but was terrified by the scene in front of her!

    "Dead people are all dead people! Uncle Hei"

    Yan Xia looked at the god of death, he was tall and thin, he looked only in his teens, he couldn't see his face clearly with a black mask, but his eyes were terribly cold.  She cried hoarsely and was at a loss. It was the first time she saw so many dead people, and she was already scared out of her wits.

    ?Suddenly there was a movement at the door, and Wan Xia regained hope and got up and wanted to run, but he stumbled and didn't realize that this was the stairs, and lost his balance and rolled down the stairs.

    The world began to spin around, only those eyes that looked like the god of death were shaking

    Kun Xia woke up suddenly, stared at the ceiling in horror, and realized for a moment that it turned out to be a nightmare!  When you calm down, you can feel the power gradually returning to your body.

    Turning his head, a face came into view.

    Yan Xia thought to herself, what does Lin Han look like in her memory, and Lin Han when I see you five years later?

    When he was young, his youthfulness could not be concealed under his deep appearance beyond his age.  He has black shiny hair, and there are always a few strands of hair on his forehead blocking his eyes.  I remember one time I gave him a pink hair clip and ordered him not to take it off.

    As an adult, he can always attract the favor of female classmates and the jealousy of male classmates.  He pays great attention to manners, and he is more imposing than any noble son.  Perhaps I am the only one in the world who regards him as a male servant; in fact, everyone else respects him and even fears him.

    When we met again five years later, he exuded the air of a king, and he was more mature and stable than before. The former boy had become an ambitious man, and his ambition was always wandering between his brows, which made people unable to move their eyes away.  Admit that he is excellent.

    Sometimes I also observed him secretly. Under the thick black eyebrows, a pair of piercing dark brown pupils seemed to contain stars, seas, mountains and distant waters. It was fascinating, but there was always a bit of ecstasy in the beautiful scene.  The incomprehensible expression seemed to be sadness or maybe a quiet murderous look.

    And who is this person in front of him!  Is it cold?

    In front of him, his face was tired, his hair was disheveled, his beard was protruding a lot, and his clothes seemed to be the ones from the banquet.

    Yan Xia looked at it for a long time, but couldn't match the him in front of him with any fragment in his memory.

    Seeing Yan Xia wake up, a smile gradually spread on Lin Han's frosty face.  His movements were a little flustered, he squeezed Xia Xia's hand as if he had regained a treasure, and said gently: "Xia'er, are you okay?"

    Yan Xia's heart trembled suddenly, she thought: It's so good to see him smile for the first time!

    She blinked light blue eyes and responded to him: I'm fine.

    Lin Han picked up a bowl of porridge, blew it repeatedly to cool it down, and then carefully fed it to her, while Yan Xia just cooperated with him silently.  After eating, he combed the slightly messy hair of Yan Xia, and more skillfully brushed a few strands of hair behind the ears.

    "Master, you should also go eat something and rest, I will take care of the young lady."

    It was Aunt Ea who spoke, and Yan Xia smiled knowingly.

    Linhan refused to leave, so Auntie urged him again and again. The moment he stood outside the door and looked back at Yan Xia, the tenderness in his eyes melted the ice and snow, and she blinked again, telling him: I'm fine.

    When Lin Han went out, Aunt Ea burst into tears: "How can those hateful people treat you like this, my poor lady, they should be given a thousand knives"

    Aunt ea's eyes were red and swollen, and Xia Xia felt uneasy in her heart, so she endured the constant pain from her shoulders to comfort her.

    Aunt ea's mood finally stabilized: "Miss, lie down, it's all because of my pain again?" Yan Xia shook her head: "Aunt ea, does Daddy know?" Aunt ea's face became heavy: "I'm worried."  Yan Xia lowered her eyes: "I'm really a worrying child."

    Yan Xia then raised her head, remembering that she hadn't bathed for several days in a coma. At this time, the smell of blood, potion, and sweat on her body made her sloppy, "Aunt ea, I want to take a bath"

    After taking a bath, my body feels refreshed immediately.

    Yan Xia stood in front of the window and opened a corner of the curtain, looked up at the few stars in the night sky, and began to think.

    He was attacked on the day he returned to China, and it seems that the days to come will not be boring.  On the surface, it looks like hooligans causing trouble, but I think the mission of the hooligans is to force us to the designated place. Although the black-clothed killer who arrived later has a weapon but has not used it, he must have wanted to capture us alive. If he hadn't arrived in time  I'm afraid the consequences will be disastrous, but how did my whereabouts leak out?  Who is behind such an elaborate design?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)The mission was to drive us to the designated place. The black-clothed killer who arrived later was carrying a weapon but never used it. He must have wanted to capture us alive. If he hadn¡¯t arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous, but what about my whereabouts?  Leaked?  Who is behind such an elaborate design?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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