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Mackerel fantasy outside.

After the first light was on, people popped up the illusion one after another, all of them were straight and their eyes were straight. Some people were in a daze. Some people were obviously a middle-aged man, but they were sluggish and lame, and they were obviously a man. But his legs were close together, and he was graceful, like a woman, very strange.

The people around them were very curious and wanted to ask them what happened, but they gained nothing - they couldn't even recognize the deep friendship of fellow disciples, as if they had lost their souls.

Before, people heard how terrible the mackerel fantasy was, but no matter how much they thought about it, they were not as shocked as they saw it with their own eyes.

Then, another person covered in blood came out. Judging from his expression, he was very awake, but he was either exhausted or seriously injured. It seemed that an extremely tragic struggle had occurred.

Xiao Lihua came out at this time. Her face was like frost, her red clothes dripping blood, and her eyes were flashing with crazy emotions, as if she was quite excited.

One of the people watching saw it and shook his head secretly: It’s a pity that he failed to succeed because he had a great opportunity.

Another hour passed, and the second light was on.

A group of people came out, and Qiao Ping and Ting Lan were among them. When they fell into the garden, they looked a little confused. When they saw the guests in the garden, they woke up and were no longer among them.

Ting Lan's mind and memory were recovered, and she subconsciously looked at Qiao Ping. Looking at him in the illusion, the feeling of infinite tenderness had disappeared, but strangely, there was still a faint feeling in the heart lake, and the sweetness was revealed. ripple.

She was panicked and stood there for a long time before she came back to her senses. She raised her head and looked at Youyan.

He was watching his adopted daughter closely, with a calm expression. Tinglan looked around and saw that although most of the people came out, You Baichuan was not among them, and knew that he had lost. He couldn't help but close his eyes and whispered: " Uncle, I...I failed."

Unexpectedly, You Yan did not blame him, but just asked: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Her body was a little weak due to excessive blood loss, but the illusion in the flower that she got in the end was a little scattered, and her mood went up to a higher level, "I disappointed you."

"It's fine." You Yan said lightly, "Let's rest."

She nodded and stood behind him. After a while, she couldn't help but go to see Qiao Ping.

He was looking at her, too.

Ting Lan couldn't help but smile, but she didn't know that it was wrong to hold the muscles on her cheeks. She subconsciously raised her hand to cover it up, and when she touched the cold mask, she remembered that others could not see it.

You Yan never missed the abnormal behavior of his adopted daughter, and looked over meaningfully: "It seems that something unexpected happened inside."

Ting Lan was shocked.

"Let's talk." He raised his glass to drink, but Yu Guang swept over Qiao Ping and frowned secretly.

More and more people came out, and in a blink of an eye, most of them had already popped up the illusion. Qiao Ping found that among the people he knew, there were only Yin Miaomiao, You Baichuan, Kong Li and Feiying had not yet come out.

However, the difficulty of the illusion is different, and some people are not able to come out for a long time. They may have either reached the back or lost in the front level.

He was not worried about Yin Miaomiao and others, but he was very worried about Feiying's situation. He had just formed a pill. Will the illusion here be too difficult for him? If something happened, how should he explain to his elders!

At this moment, Yin Miaomiao had just obtained the souvenir of the illusion in the flowers.

——The mandala picked by her own hands.

The moment she got it, a passage was passed into her mind: Black mandala, the flower of revenge and death, contains highly poisonous, three drops of flower juice can ulcerate the five internal organs, five drops of medicine will save you, and ten drops will kill you immediately.

I hope to use it with caution.

"Thank you." She sighed softly and put it away with the best bamboo jade box.

This is a very timely gift, which she will need to use soon.

Then, the flowers in the garden swayed their branches and leaves at the same time, like Moses gave up a path to signal her to leave.

She walked along the □□ for a while, and when she looked back, she found that she had stood at the door of the main hall of the Fantasy. Two girls with drooping hair stood with lanterns and said in unison: "You can choose to leave or you can choose to go in."

"Thank you, I want to go in." she said.

So, the closed stone door quietly opened a crack.

She walked in.

The hall was very empty and cold, like a cold and huge coffin, the sound of the clothes rubbing was infinitely amplified, like some terrible monster was ambushed around.

But Yin Miaomiao knew that there was no one in the hall.

She stood for a moment, unable to find the exit or the prompt. The only thing that looked interesting was the chair placed in the middle.

The main hall is flat, unlike the Golden Palace, which has a high rise throne. This chair is placed in the middle, without any arrogance of looking down on all living beings, but rather a little... terrible.

Yin Miaomiao sat up and felt the illusion of being monitored and judged, and her hair stood up. But soon, this feeling disappeared, and everything in front of her became so empty and far away. She seemed to be in the vast snowfield, and she seemed to be

It is in the boundless jungle, and the world is so great, but there is no other person.

Loneliness. She felt a strong loneliness.

This feeling lasted for a long time, and finally, a powerful pressure enveloped her from top to bottom. In an instant, her breathing stagnated, her spine bent, and her flesh and blood could not withstand such strong pressure and leaked out one after another.

Blood was flowing from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Venus was scattered in her vision, and her head was dizzy, as if the next moment, the whole head would explode and a blood flower bloomed.

"Puff." She spewed out blood and her fingers curled up in convulsions.

In the hazy, the lonely scene changed.

She found herself becoming a girl with ten levels of Qi Refining. A young man with a fierce face held a long whip in his hand and whipped her headlessly: "Bitch, do you dare to hide?"

This line opens the gates of memory.

She remembered that her name was Seventy-Two, and she was a slave of the Xu family. Her name was a number rather than other meaningful words, because slaves like her usually died in no time.

This is a world of distinct hierarchies.

At the top of the pyramid are the four major families in the east, west, south and north. They are nobles and have supreme privileges. Further down, they are small and medium-sized families that depend on them. If they are reincarnated into these families, no matter whether they are big or small, they are worthy of congratulations first.

Yes, you have become a good citizen.

The good people's good people are not good people, it means that you are a recognized person and can have a surname. Corresponding to good people are untouchables, lowly people, they are not "people", "things", the owner's private property, and the body

Whether it is life or life, it belongs to others, not to himself.

If the untouchables are named Wushu, if they meet a kind-hearted master, they may be given the name of a dog or a cat, but more of them will be like seventy-two, with only one number as the number.

After she dies, there will be a new seventy-two, a large-scale world of cultivation, with countless people dying every day and countless people born every day.

In this world, the three levels of noble, good and cheap constitute the food chain of society. The three classes are clearly divided and cannot be confused or changed.

She looked at the young master who whipped her. He had only been practicing Qi for the third level, and his cultivation was far inferior to her. But he was a good citizen, a descendant of the Xiuzhen family, and her master.

Because of the different belly of reincarnation, he was born with the power of life and death, and even if she was killed, she could not dodge.

How ridiculous!

She stood up and killed him in the shock and roar of people around her.

"Why don't I dare to hide?" she said to him, "If you want to kill me, I can kill you."

"You are so brave." The other slaves were furious, and their distorted faces were vaguely frightened. "You, you actually dare to commit crimes."

He wanted to attack her, but she killed her.

"Madman, madman!!" The rest of the people were not as good as hers, and they rolled and crawled around and ran away.

Seventy-two remembered that this was the Little Prince Game House. She was the most cultivated person among the slaves, but once someone left here and invited reinforcements, it was not something she could deal with. She had to kill those preparations.

The escaped person. Then, she searched out all the magic weapons on the young master and escaped from here as quickly as possible.

In the afternoon of that day, this incident spread throughout the immortal city, and everyone was shocked.

You should know that if the master wants his slave to die, it is a sin for him to hesitate for a moment. Slave killing the master is the most serious crime, and it provokes the rules of the whole world. The city lord's mansion immediately issued a killing order to take the head of her neck.

Such a person must die and must never set a precedent.

Seventy-two spent three days in the wilderness and the one who killed her was also a slave. She asked, "What is my crime? He wants to kill me, of course I can kill him."

"You are crazy, he is your master, how can a slave kill the master?" In the eyes of the monk who was pursuing, she was even more crazy than the criminal who was stained with countless lives on her hands.

She asked back: "He was born as a master, and I was born as a slave, why?"

"This is destiny." The other party said, "You are disobeying the destiny."

"What destiny? Did God say that? This is what people say." She laughed, "If someone says you were born a slave, you believe it, a group of idiots!"

"Don't talk too much to her, just kill me."

Seventy-two ran all the way, relying on the elixirs and magic weapons that they had searched from the young master, they were exhausted. Before they died, the leader who was responsible for chasing her said, "If you commit the crime below, you will be punished by God."

"If this is true, I should kill me when I do it." She raised the blade and stabbed him in the chest, "But I am the one who survived!"

Puchi, the sharp blade pierced the chest and blood splattered on her face.

She wiped off the bloody marks on her face expressionlessly and left without looking back.

Half a year later, she successfully built the foundation.

In this world, the highest cultivation level is the Nascent Soul. There are many foundation-building monks saying that there are fewer foundation-building monks, but they are definitely not many. In remote countryside, the patriarchs of many small families only have foundation-building cultivation level.

So, if a slave builds the foundation, can he become a good citizen? Of course not.

Highness is the destiny of heaven. How can we change according to our cultivation? If this is the case, will the slave become a noble? Therefore, slaves are always slaves. In order to facilitate the control of their masters with low cultivation, they are usually required.

Sign a master-servant contract.

Seventy-two is very lucky because her "master" is under seven years old and signing a contract damages his spiritual sense, so he has never made a contract with her. Otherwise, if the little guy wants her to die, she will not even be able to resist.

But the road ahead is still not easy. She killed her master and gained "freedom", but this world does not allow her to have so-called freedom. They will try every means to deprive this right that everyone should have

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On her head, there was a golden elixir, a Yuanying, and a noble and cheap social rules.

These three mountains made her breathless.          166 Reading Network