Ye Wanru was terrified, her eyes confused, as if Ye Lan approaching step by step like a monster, her hand holding the whip was shaking and shaking, and the whip fell to the ground.

"Strange, monster! Ye Lan is a monster!"

Ye Lan looked at Ye Wanru, who fled far away, attached her chest to her hand, where there was a heart of a cold shrapnel. At this moment, she was throbbing vigorously-she was reborn, in this Fengtian continent, which respects the strong.

She couldn't help but return to before occupying the body-at that time, she was seriously injured and trapped in a presidential room ... With the last point of consciousness, she moved the bomb controller in her hand ...

The heat wave of the bomb exploded.

But, in the chaos, time seems to be still.

The glass shattered, the pieces spattered, suspended in the air, shining in the blazing fire; the furniture exploded into countless pieces of wood.

She saw herself flying out of the window, floating and standing still in the 32-storey sky, and seeing the fox and the gang of black men rushing to the door in a hurry, their faces fixed the fear of death.

Suddenly, the picture twisted and swirled like a vortex, suddenly shrunk suddenly, Ye Lan felt that he was sucked into the center of the vortex by a force.

The world turned white.

A little cold on her face, she reached out and wiped it. It turned out to be snow, and there was heavy snow in the sky; she felt very light and fluttered with the cold wind.

At this time, Ye Lan saw a pair of mothers and daughters in the snow. The mother was bruised all over her body, protecting the young girl under her. She didn't know that the daughter under her had died.

Next to their little bodies, two small white bread rolls covered with shoe prints rolled down, and the people around them laughed horribly ...

Ye Lan couldn't understand what they were saying. Only the roaring cold wind in the whole world, the wind carrying her thin as a cicada, fell on the young girl.

She looked up at the young girl, and what she saw in her eyes was a face exactly like herself ...

"We have the same name and the same surname, and even look the same. It is also our fate to want to come."

Ye Lan looked up to the void, and the snowflakes were covered with temples. "You can rest assured that I won't let Ye Wanru go easily. If the Ye family owes you anything, I will get it back together!"

She lowered her eyes and gritted her teeth, "If you want them, the blood will be paid back!"

Ye Lan heard a sigh from the void, knowing that the original wish of the body was gone, and it was reincarnation.

Instead of being a self in the previous life, Ye Lan walked a few kilometers with a corpse on foot, which was not a problem at all.

However, when she carried the woman to the back hill a few miles away, it was bumpy all the way, and it took a long time to reach her destination.

Ye Lan sat on a stone panting, thumping his sore arm and his feet that had blistered.

This body is too weak, coupled with long-term hunger and cold, has long been overwhelmed, and now it is still bruised.

She gritted her teeth, stood up, found the Pteris fern to cover her mother, to block the growing snow, and she found another hard stone and began to dig the ground.

At this moment, Ye Lan stopped the work in her hands and listened carefully around her ears. Suddenly, she aimed at a saro tree that was a hundred steps away, and slammed the stone in her hand.

"Who? Come out!"

Ye Lan stood straight, her eyes shone with cold light, and the calmness and silence in her eyes made the person hiding in the dark also surprised.

"The girl is really good. If I react slower, the stone will hit my brain!"

A masked man in a black gown flashed out from behind the tree.

Ye Lan looked closely at the masked man. He was more than eight feet tall. He was slender and sculpted with swords. He had a pair of luan phoenix eyes with long and narrow evil charms, under his thick lashes, his eyes were deep.

The man was also looking at Ye Lan, under the masked tulle, with a smile on his lips.

The girl in front of her was only sixteen years old, with delicate bones and closed gauze body. The scars were soft and soft and could be blown away like a gust of wind; Thing.

In this small body, it seemed that a sleeping monster lived, even if injured, it was extremely explosive.

He admired, "Fun, fun!"

"Who are you? Sneaky sneaking behind a tree?"

Ye Lan asked sharply, but his eyes were fixed on the stone thrown in the man's hand, beware of his next move.

She thought that the man would have a relationship with Ye Wan, "Ye Wan Ru sent you? Want to kill me?"

"It's not that easy to kill me ..." Ye Lan said, ready to attack.

The man shook his head lightly, and his long shirt and plain clothes couldn't stop him from being cold and arrogant. "You are too weak to be worthy of my shot ..."

Before the words were finished, the masked man only felt that Artemisia annua floated on his side, and Ye Lan came to him, close at hand.

She held a bone hairpin in her hand, the tip of the hairpin that had been blunted, and it was sharp and sharp; looking through her elegant green silk, the back of the mountain was white and white, and all the sounds were silent.

"Such a weapon won't hurt me!"

The man stroked his sleeves, and the bone hairpin in Ye Lan's hand was shot down and flew out, sinking into the side pine trunk.

Ye Lan braked quickly, kicking the trunk with her feet, a backflip, and landed on the ground steadily. She looked at the bone hairpin of Rumu three points, and was shocked in her heart: What a strong force!

The blunted bone hairpin, with her wrist power, will never have a problem cutting the man's throat, but Ye Lan hasn't shot yet, and the hairpin flew out.

Ye Lan stood in the snow, the wound that Ye Wanru pulled out on his arm, because of the beating of the talent and the bleeding continued, the blood dripped, and the red plums on the snow were mottled.

"Your injury? Doesn't matter?"

From other people's point of view, it is absolutely impossible for a person to return to fight after being injured, not to mention a woman.

Her hand was too clever, even with injuries, she was still flexible. When she saw that the weapon in the woman's hand was a dull bone hairpin, there was a flash of surprise in the man's eyes.

Ye Lan squinted, cold and indifferent.

The pain of the tear is nothing to her. It was really scary before performing the task. The trapped jungle caused the wound to whitish maggots under repeated rain soaks.

"What the **** are you?"

Ye Lan remembered that the man only waved his sleeves, only to feel a rush, his wrists were sore and weak, he unconsciously loosened his palms, and the bone hairpin fell.

She thought in her mind that this person is no ordinary person. Now she is in a continent that advocates spiritual cultivation. The spirits are one to nine levels, each level is seven levels, and the highest level is king.

Perhaps the man in front of him is a spirit.

Ye Lan doesn't understand yet. What is so extraordinary about the so-called spirit man has to be more vigilant.

She asked, "Are you a spiritualist?"

"Afraid?" The masked man chuckled softly. "Afraid, he stopped in peace, and buried his mother well ..."

However, the man knew that the stubborn and arrogant girl would not be willing to give up, and sure enough, Ye Lan was ready to attack again.

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