The assassin's princess is actually my aunt

"Qinglan greets my third cousin. Thank you for helping me just now."

Xuan Qinglan bowed slightly.

The crabapple hairpin on the edge of her hair swayed gently with Xuan Qinglan's movements.

It adds a touch of liveliness to Princess Liuyang, who is already beautiful, pure and otherworldly like a fairy.

Qian Wushang lowered his head and glanced at Xuan Qinglan in front of him.

Xuan Qinglan frowned slightly as he thought about it, and his face immediately turned redder.

The gentle voice trembled a little: "My mother is Princess Rui'an, and my name is Xuan Qinglan."

Xuan Qinglan could recite poems at the age of three and play music at the age of five.

Although he is not as proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting as Qi Tianchen.

He is also excellent in every aspect, and his appearance is pure and clean, quite otherworldly.

She is the woman that every man dreams of.

However, Xuan Qinglan is arrogant by nature and is unwilling to just find someone to entrust his life to.

Fortunately, the eldest princess loved her daughter very much and was willing to stay for two more years.

I originally thought that the best man in the world was Feng Yao Shuangjie.

But today, the man in front of him was dressed in black and fell from the sky.

The cold face seemed like it was carved by a divine axe, without a trace of smile, and even with endless murderous intent and evil spirit.

But that man aggressively attacked her eyes, her body, and her heart.

From the moment he fell, it was already on him.

The body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The tall, god-like man made her want to worship him and submit to him.

She didn't hear what the people around her said.

I tried hard to adjust my breathing so as not to lose my composure.

Keep your hands and feet under control and try to walk in front of him as gracefully and calmly as possible.

From that moment on, she lost her soul, her heart, and her life due to this god-like man.

Leng Xinmo looked warily at the gentle-looking old man in front of him.

"What do you want to say?"

Mr. Su Xu seemed not to notice Leng Xinmo's hostility.

He smiled and said, "I am Su Xu, the young lady has too much murderous aura, which is against the harmony of nature."

"Hehe... is it against the harmony of nature? Too murderous?

Sir, what you said is really ridiculous. From what you said, sir.

In the future, if you meet someone who wants to kill you, you have to die obediently. Oh! No, you have to thank him for helping you to escape. "

Leng Xinmo was disgusted and sarcastically said to Mr. Su Xu, "This is such hypocritical nonsense."

Mr. Su Xu still replied calmly: "The girl came from another world, and she has her own destiny..."

A murderous aura suddenly rose from Leng Xinmo's body: "Who are you?"

“Don’t worry, young lady. It’s fate that brought me here.

I just want to advise you that no matter what happens in the future, please be merciful and have sympathy for all living beings in the world."

Su Xu's legs went limp due to Leng Xinmo's murderous aura, and a trace of blood flowed out.

Leng Xinmo retracted his murderous aura and smiled coldly: "What does the common people of the world have to do with me? Compassion?

The gentleman is worthy of being a world-renowned figure. Regardless of his literary attainments, his kind heart alone is admirable.

However, sir, you are too kind. How can I be so kind to others? Do you know if I can reply?

Su Xu glanced at the people in the hall in the distance, his eyes vague: "Everything is destined by heaven, the time has not come yet.

Maybe one day, the girl will get what she wants."

Leng Xinmo raised the corners of his lips, his charming red lips bewitching.

"God's will? I don't believe in God's will or reincarnation.

Since he has let me here, how can I let him down?

Perhaps this other world will be more joyful than that one."

Su Xu's face was filled with worry, and he sighed, "One thought of ignorance leads to the end of Prajna, and one thought of wisdom leads to the birth of Prajna."

After saying this, he turned sideways and looked away, his eyes full of pity.

If the common people are destined to suffer this catastrophe, this is all he can do.

God’s will? If there really is God’s will, why did he choose her?

She always thought she was the one who was abandoned.

In her previous life, she was used to win favor, and then when she was 5 years old, she was hugged by her mother and committed suicide.

After being rescued and brought into the camp, she thought for a moment that the man who suddenly appeared was God who had heard her prayers and came to save her.

And that man saved her from the brink of death.

But he pushed her into another even more cruel hell with his own hands.

She was taken to an island and placed with fifty children, aged between five and ten.

Watch them fighting for the little food they had.

She curled up in a corner, crying with fear, until the third day.

She finally got too hungry and joined them.

We were covered in wounds every day. Later, there was less and less food, and fewer and fewer people.

The man told them that only 10 of them would make it out.

She was terrified and curled up in the corner again, but this time.

Even if you don't grab the food, they won't ignore you anymore.

She was pinned down by a 9-year-old boy, who was strangling her with both hands.

At that time, she could almost see the woman who scolded her, beat her, and then hugged her and cried all day long.

She had also thought that this would bring her relief, that she no longer had to go hungry or be beaten.

no!She can't die!

She wanted to live, she wanted to see the man called father.

She used up her last bit of strength to ask him why he didn't want her.

He stabbed the short wooden stick hidden in his hand into the boy's throat.

Seeing the fear in the boy's eyes, he coldly stabbed the stick into his throat again and again.

The pulled-out stick splashed blood, which sprayed directly onto her face.

There was endless determination in his eyes.

Three months later, the remaining ten children were released

They no longer had to kill each other, but they still had to go through various training every day, day after day, until they were ten years old.

They were again divided into groups of two and thrown into an iron cage containing a tiger.

In the end, only one of the two people and the tiger survived.

Faced with a tiger that had been hungry for several days, her partner, who had originally agreed to take care of each other, suddenly became scheming and pushed her in front of the tiger.

Leng Xinmo didn't care about being knocked down by the tiger or the pain of having his foot pressed on his chest, and fought a desperate battle with the hungry tiger.

This time she no longer expected or prayed to God.

She knew she could only rely on herself, when she walked out at dawn two days later, her clothes torn and her body covered in blood.

All that was left behind was a mutilated tiger carcass and an iron cage containing the bloody body of a young boy...

At this time, she had a code name, Menglan.

Since that day, apart from training every day, I started accepting missions and escaped death countless times.

When he was thirteen years old, the mission he took on was to assassinate a government official.

But she unexpectedly met that man, the man she longed to meet from the bottom of her heart but was afraid to meet.

For this man, she had been looking at that woman since she could remember.

He went crazy every day, either scolding her, beating her, or hugging and kissing her.

All emotions come from this man.

He wanted to take her with him until death, because she wanted to go to hell with his flesh and blood.

Maybe he would remember her, just a little.

Such crazy emotions are all caused by this man who seems gentle but is actually cruel.

And she hadn't expected that he was actually the secretary of the important person she wanted to kill.

He cried and begged her to let him go, and he swore not to tell anyone.

She asks him if he remembers the child he had with that woman.

He looked at her disguised face in disbelief.

She asked him if he had any regrets about abandoning her.

He cried like a child.

She asked him if there was ever a time when he missed his daughter, who was half his blood.

He begged for her forgiveness with a sad face, saying that she was also his child and how could he not love her.

She looked at the handsome and charming face just like in the photo, which was filled with endless regret and sorrow.

She lowered her head slightly and reached into her arms, where she found the only photo of the woman left.

The man was wearing sunglasses and a hat that covered most of his face. This was the only photo he took with the woman.

The man who cried and said he loved his daughter secretly pressed the alarm.

When she was surrounded by guards, he smiled mockingly and told her silently:

The one who paid for the assassin to kill the important person this time was him.

He just didn't expect that the assassin was actually his illegitimate daughter.

He said she was just like that woman and there was no point in her living.

He smiled cruelly, thanking him for taking away the only ridiculous expectation of warmth in her heart.

Under his horrified gaze, she went on a killing spree for the first time.

I watched him retreat step by step, kneeling on the ground in fear, his face full of tears and kowtow in panic.

She put away the pistol, replaced it with a dagger, and gently cut his carotid artery.

Tell him softly: That stupid woman's life is indeed useless, but at least you have supported her for 5 years.

This would help her fulfill her wish and send her lover to her side.

Since you made her suffer, use the few minutes you have left to recall the past.

You owe her everything. Next time you see her, confess your guilt to her.

In the portable photo that fell next to the man, the woman was smiling brightly and sweetly.

Looking at the dazzling and bright stars in the sky, such a beautiful night.

How many people today are not in the mood to appreciate it?

The sky full of flames behind her made her enchanting and stunning face even more breathtakingly beautiful.

A pair of eyes that were already cold and clear, like an ancient well, were even colder than ice...