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- In the hotel room, Dolores frowned tightly, with a painful look on her face.
¡°Dad, I¡¯m so hungry.
A little girl squatted on the ground and kept crying. Dolores looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't remember where she had seen it before.
A man ignored the little girl¡¯s cry and just kept hitting a woman.
"Where's the money? Give me the money." He raised his hand high and slapped the woman on the face. The woman's face turned red instantly.
Who is that man? Dolores rushed over, trying to stop the man, but passed through.
"You can't take it away, that money is for" the woman cried.
"I don't care what you use it for. If I don't use it to repay the debt, those people will kill me." The man grabbed the woman's hair and said, "Bitch, if you don't take out the money, I will Sell ??all your daughters to brothels."
"She is your daughter!" The woman looked at the man with tears in her eyes.
In the end, she weakly took out the money.
Have you compromised? It's useless, that man keeps going. This story makes Dolores feel a little powerless.
Grabbing the small bag of coins that the woman took out, the man opened it greedily.
"Why is there only so much!" The man was obviously dissatisfied with the number of coins in his wallet.
The woman just hugged her daughter who was squatting aside and cried softly.
The man no longer cared about the woman and ran out.
"Calida, it's okay, don't cry, don't cry." The woman carefully wiped the tears from the little girl's face and held her daughter tightly.
? Kalida, why is this name so familiar.
"Mom, I'm hungry." The little girl raised her head and looked at her mother.
"Okay, let's go find something to eat, let's go find something to eat." The woman said, picked up her daughter and walked out of the house.
"Uh, uh" There were constant moans, accompanied by the man's heavy breathing.
The little girl quietly poked her head out. Her mother was lying on a simple table. A fat man stood behind her mother, hugging her mother's waist tightly and shaking her head. , a face showing an expression of enjoyment.
"Oh? Is that child your daughter?" The fat man suddenly saw the small face, the small eyes, and the greedy look.
"Don't look, Kalida, don't look, close your eyes. Oh, no, please let my daughter go. I can give you anything and I will take good care of you." She felt the man leave from behind, The woman quickly grabbed the fat man.
The fat man glanced at the woman and pointed downwards. The woman squatted down meekly, her head moving constantly under the man's crotch.
Dolores looked at the scene, and she knew exactly what the woman was doing.
The fat man stared at the little girl closely, with a strange look on his face.
The little girl suddenly retracted her head.
The look in Fatty¡¯s eyes scared her.
After a while, the woman came out holding a bag of things.
"Calida, eat, aren't you hungry?" She hugged the black bread that her mother handed over from the bag. Although it was rough, it was extremely sweet in her mouth.
¡°Mom, you eat too.¡± She handed the bread to her mother.
"I've eaten." She gently stroked her daughter's head, the woman's face was full of tenderness.
"Eat, my little angel."
The little girl lowered her head, tears falling continuously on the bread.
Dolores knelt down and tried to stroke the little girl's head.
The picture suddenly changed.
The little girl is alone at home, and her mother has gone out.
A man appeared. When the little girl saw the man, she trembled and backed away.
That was the man she called her father.
"Calida, isn't your mother here?" The man looked gentle, but there was a faint dangerous light in his eyes.
The little girl shook her head and ran away.
The man stepped forward, grabbed the little girl, and ran out regardless of the girl's struggle.
"How much can this sell for?" Facing the charming woman, the man asked impatiently.
"Oh, little girl?" The charming woman grabbed the little girl's face, scratching her face until it hurt. "It's not bad, she can be used as a prostitute."
"How much can you give me?" the man asked impatiently.
"This number."Pulling out two fingers, the charming woman said.
"Too little, too little. This is my daughter!" The man looked dissatisfied, "At least this number."
Looking at the man¡¯s outstretched finger, the charming woman looked at him with disdain.
"Okay, that's it. This girl belongs to me."
The woman took the little girl away.
In the following days, she was trained every day, but she always resisted.
All the sights made Dolores miserable.
It changed hands again, and the little girl was bought by a strange organization.
Every day was a dark training, and the little girl never saw that woman again. A man with a face full of scars trains them every day.
That¡¯s Hercules! Dolores was surprised to find the man's figure.
There are many little girls and boys around. Everyone is learning swordsmanship, etiquette, poison, and killing skills every day.
Every day there are people who can¡¯t hold on, get dragged down, and then never show up again.
Some people say he was killed.
Everyone is afraid, and the little girl is no exception.
Finally one day, all the remaining people were marked with a black snake sign.
Next, someone implanted the black fragment into the little girl¡¯s body.
The pain that pierced her soul made the little girl almost die.
There were only thirteen companions who survived, and there was an extremely beautiful girl. She became friends with that girl. They received training together and went on assassination missions together.
This girl is, Dolores has almost guessed her name.
The little girl thought this could go on forever.
Until one day, she received a mission. Not to kill, but to serve a man.
Under the man¡¯s greedy gaze, the little girl untied her clothes and let them fall to the ground.
Being pressed down by the man, who kept moving, she suddenly remembered the scene where she had seen her mother and the fat man.
Why, all this will happen to her again.
She and the girl are still friends, but she is no longer the same as before, but begins to be jealous of the girl.
Why should she not have to accept those dirty insults?
This world is not fair at all.
She returned to her former home and killed the man who had sold her. In his fearful look and tears, he killed the dying woman, even though she looked at her lovingly.
She is no longer Khalida.
Her name is Melantha, and she is the Flower of Shadow.
Melantha.
That girl is Melantha.
it hurts.
Dolores covered her head in pain and rolled on the bed.
The memories that kept rolling through her mind gave her a painful feeling.
A voice kept echoing in her mind, and the flashing images filled her thoughts.
Melanza and she were both wrapped in black mist.
She cut off Melantha's hand hard and kept inserting the sharp blade into Melantha's body.
No, that's not me.
Melanza's body decomposed into black mist and entered her body.
I didn¡¯t kill Melantha.
In the picture in her mind, she stabbed the pink-haired girl with the sharp blade in her hand, and the girl's eyes staring blankly at her made her fearful.
No, that's not me, that's not me.
Suddenly sitting up from the bed, Dolores covered her head in pain.
She tried to sit up from the bed, her feet hit the ground, and she fell heavily to the floor.
Me, who am I?
Standing up from the ground, she held on to the wall, opened the door, and walked outside. Wearing that cloak.
I am Dolores. I am
Dolores trembled and slowly walked towards the stairs.
Her steps slipped and she rolled down the stairs.
"Yadi!" Amy Ye, who returned from the hotel owner, looked at Yadi and shouted loudly.
"Shhhhhh!" Yadi made a silent gesture and turned to look at the soldiers. They didn't look over and were talking about something.
"Aimi Ye, keep your voice down."
"Why are you drinking again? Have you forgotten what I said?" Ai Miye was about to have an attack
Yadi made a begging gesture, "Just one cup, just one cup."
"Wine, I want to drink too!" Lina said curiously after hearing what the two said.
"No!" The two people said in unison.
"Humph, if you don't allow it, you won't allow it." Taking a bite of the bread, Lina shrank back and didn't dare to speak anymore.
"How is the front line?" The sound of the soldiers talking suddenly came to their ears. Ai Miye and others stopped what they were doing and stretched their ears.
"We just defeated Osaison's main army."
"What?" The other soldiers could hardly believe it.
"Really, the commander of the other side is said to be the first prince, Renault. We defeated his main army, but let him run away."
"What about the other front line?" someone else asked.
"The legion of the Tajik Principality is in terrible condition. Several of their knights have suffered heavy losses and were almost disabled."
"How could that happen? Didn't they cooperate with our Fifth Heavy Armored Regiment to attack?" Almost everyone didn't quite believe the news.
After taking a sip of wine, the soldier continued.
"It is said that it is a regiment from the other side called the Lion Heart Knights. They first pretended to be trapped in a tight siege and broke out, attracting all the knights of the Tajik Principality. Who knew that there was already an ambush."
"The leader of Lionheart is said to be a man named" Suddenly a voice interrupted their conversation.
A figure rolled down the stairs.
Everyone¡¯s attention is focused on the person who rolled down.
The figure stood up and covered his head with one hand. The cloak on his body was askew, revealing the fair skin on his shoulders and his beautiful face.
There was a clear sound of swallowing, and all the soldiers looked at each other and stood up.
¡°I never thought there would be something like this in a place like this.¡±
PS: Completing yesterday¡¯s chapterMy legs hurt so much
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