The soul is in the body of the victim, and the resentment value system is upgraded

In the base camp, everything is proceeding in a tense and orderly manner.

Wu Tianqin was looking at the battle map in his room. Although he was frivolous and dissolute in daily life, he was well versed in warfare.

According to spies, Wu Zishan left the military camp not long ago. Now might be a good opportunity to seize power.

However, Wu Tianqin underestimated Wu Zishan's feelings for Lin Meng.

He released the news of his wedding himself just to give Wu Zishan a shock.

He, Wu Zishan, must get the woman he likes.

Not for anything else, just for my own face.

Although it was no small matter for the young leader of the tribe to get married, he didn't care at all.

The tribal king has many people supporting him, so what's wrong with marrying a woman?

Although his mother was not of prominent status, wasn't she still favored?

The autumn wind was howling, and the sound of the wind outside made Wu Tianqin feel a chill in his heart. Thinking of this, he put down the battle map and waved his hand. Wu Ke looked at Wu Tianqin with a solemn expression and retreated.

Wu Tianqin stood in front of the window, looking at the leaves rolling on the ground, rustling in the wind, and withering and drying up.

As he spoke, he looked into the distance and saw that the direction his window was facing was the airtight secret room.

Where the woman is now under house arrest.

Since making this decision, he has handed over all the preparations to Aunt Wuya.

Nanny Wuya was his mother's confidant and had always taken good care of him. She had watched him grow up and was considerate of every aspect, so he felt very relieved.

He had some different feelings, or contradictions, in his heart.

This time, he gave the identity of the princess to Lin Meng. Perhaps it was just to provoke Wu Zishan?

The wind made the wind chimes under the eaves ring, and Wu Tianqin shook his head vigorously.

He vaguely saw a woman lying under a paulownia tree.

That was his Qingwan.

"Qing Wan..."

He opened and closed his lips gently, but no sound came out.

Qing Wan died in that cold-blooded battlefield.

Wu Tianqin felt a little heartbroken. He covered his chest and stumbled onto the bed.

"Qing Wan, don't worry, you are the only one in my heart..."

At night, the wind was biting, but it did not affect Lin Meng who had just taken a shower.

Because her room, although it looked decorated in an ordinary way, was actually as solid as a rock.

It's airtight, so the cold wind outside won't affect her at all.

Wu Ya arranged two maids to bathe her, and Lin Meng naturally enjoyed all these comfortable treatments.

In her words: "Three no principles."

Since it has come, she might as well make the best of it. She believes that she will find a way to solve the problem.

Although she had tried to use her superpowers before, the system seemed to be restricted since she came here.

There was no reaction at all. After complaining countless times, Lin Meng finally came to terms with it.

She smelled her body and smelled a sweet scent that she had never smelled before.

"Is this the unique fragrance of the Eastern tribe? It's quite good."

Lin Meng talked to herself, and after taking a bath, she sent the maids out.

According to her judgment, it was time for goodnight.

However, Lin Meng still felt a little uneasy when she thought about the fact that she had not seen Wu Tianqin since she woke up.

After all, Wu Tianqin now has bad intentions, and she has to be on guard.

So she secretly prepared a vase and placed her upside down at the door.