Chapter 32: Bloody Destiny Unable
"Innocent?!" Humph! Who doesn't know that those people are innocent? Xuanyuan Chen replied coldly, "I only know that kindness to the enemy is cruel to himself. Smoke is a female, why do you have to take care of the disputes of these men? Is it - a little worried?" Often, those who look the most innocent will become fatal in the end. If he let go of Xiao Zhuozi or Zhuxin, he will undoubtedly give himself a dead end.
You can just say that you are nosy! Lan Ruoyan thought angrily in his heart that this Xuanyuanchen was born cold-blooded, and it was a waste of saliva to say something about great kindness and righteousness to him. She walked out of the study in silence, and the conversation with Xuanyuan Chen broke up again.
The next day, in order to purify the air, Lan Ruoyan ordered the maid to order sandalwood. Compared with other spices, she was still used to this most commonly smelled fragrance. Smell the familiar smell, which will make her feel more intimate. Sitting on the lounge chair, he took the book as usual, and began to start time again.
In a short time, the maid came in and reported, "Mother, Lord Lan and Lord Su are begging to see you."
"Is it my brother and Lord Su Musu?" Lan Ruoyan asked.
"Yes."
"Let them in." After putting down the book, Lan Ruoyan, who was so bored that she almost grew mushrooms, was still a little happy to see Lan Ruofeng and Su Mulai. Finally, we can pass the time in a different way.
"See the princess of Chen." Lan Ruofeng and Su Mu came in and saluted Lan Ruoyan. This made her a little unaccustomed. She waved her hand casually and said "no gift" and made the maids retreat.
As soon as he saw outsiders go out, Lan Ruofeng was no longer so restrained. He came forward and asked Lan Ruoyan, "sister! How have you been recently?"
"It's okay. I just can't eat greasy food all day long, and I guess I've lost some weight. Lan Ruoyan made up some reasons to prevent Lan Ruofeng from saying how thin she was and didn't look as good as before. She took the teacup and drank tea to avoid Lan Ruofeng's sight of her. It's still a little embarrassing for Lan Ruofeng who is really good to her.
As soon as Lan Ruofeng heard this, he looked at Lan Ruoyan up and down, and finally said, "Well, I don't like to eat greasy food... Are you pregnant?"
"Puff--" The tea in his mouth sprayed out in an instant. Fortunately, Lan Ruo's wind flashed quickly, otherwise he must be very embarrassed. Lan Ruoyan coughed and coughed. She looked at him and roared unhappily, "You're just pregnant!"
"Uh - brother just said it casually." Lan Ruofeng poked his index finger and said aggrievedly.
"Xiaofeng, don't laugh at cigarettes." Su Mu looked at their brother and sister with a funny look. The elder brother is not like his brother, and his sister is not like his sister.
I heard that you went to the carp table with the emperor yesterday. Why did you go with him?" Entering the topic, Lan Ruofeng asked Lan Ruoyan, and today he came here for this.
"I met him on the road, and then he said let's go to the palace... and then I went to Liyutai." Lan Ruoyan said plainly.
"Oh, that's good. If you want to stay away from him in the future, he is not a good stubble..." Lan Ruofeng shook his head when he thought of Xuanyuan's character, so that the treacherous person can stab you for no reason.
"So it's not good today--" Lan Ruoyan smiled. Xuanyuan's character is not very clear, but as far as yesterday's contact is concerned, that person is indeed not a good person. However, it doesn't mean that Xuanyuan Chen is a good person!
"Yan'er, how does the prince treat you well? Listen to him. Don't have too much contact with the people in the palace. Su Mu said softly and looked at Lan Ruoyan, with a little helpless eyes.
"He is a cold-blooded animal." Lan Ruoyan complained unplealy, "The cruel superior."
"Is it that you are still dissatisfied with the prince because of the last Zhuxin incident?" Lan Ruofeng couldn't help asking more questions when he saw Lan Ruoyan like this.
"Hmm." He hummed and didn't say anything, which was a default. Lan Ruoyan can only describe him with the words indifference and ruthlessness when she thinks of what Xuanyuan has been doing all the time.
A trace of sadness flashed in Su Mu's eyes and whispered, "But there is no choice."
There is no choice... Lan Ruoyan's heart trembled, and she now realizes that in the dispute over power, killing is a choice. If she wants to get power, she must stain other people's blood. In her previous life, she only killed people and didn't know why those buyers killed each other. If compared, it seems that she is the real ruthless executioner.
If he is the executioner now, then I am also his accomplice...
Lan Ruoyan didn't want to do this. Lan Xiang killed Mrs. Chun in order to keep her secret, and Xuanyuan Chen and Lan Ruofeng silenced Zhu's heart for her. Even Xiao Zhuozi was killed by Xuanyuanchen because she leaked her whereabouts. If you don't get entangled with Su Mu, won't Mrs. Chun and Zhuxin die? If she doesn't run around, Xiao Zhuozi won't die... Even if she doesn't kill people now, she is full of blood.
She remembered the Wuqing she killed with her own hands. Like Xuanyuanchen, she killed each other for herself... They turned out to be the same. In order to live for yourself, you can easily kill other people's lives. In the circle of power, no one can be alone!
She came to this new world, but she was not redeemed, but became deeper and deeper. If she continues to stay here, will she experience more killings? The five-year killer career in her previous life did not make her insensitive, but made her hate herself more now.
The hall of the killer training camp.
"NO.100, did you kill NO.42?" The supervisor confronted all the trained girls, holding the girl's blood-stained white shirt and questioning her.
The girl bowed her head and did not answer.
"Look up! Look at me and say! Did you kill it!" The supervisor is obviously a little impatient.
"Yes!" The girl looked up and looked at the supervisor stubbornly. At the age of 12, she was not afraid of the supervisor. After she admitted that she was the murderer, all the trainees were surprised. In their opinion, she was too small to believe that she would go back and kill a girl one-third taller than them.
"Why did you do that?" The supervisor is increasingly disliked by this little girl. Although she is the youngest of the trainees, she is also the weirdest, and her body always exudes a momentum that strangers should not enter.
The girl was silent again.
The supervisor began to think about how to punish this ignorant girl. At this time, the young master came. He glanced at the crowd and finally settled on the girl, "What are you doing?"
"Young master, NO.100 killed NO.42 for no reason, and his subordinates are thinking about how to punish her." The supervisor replied respectfully.
"Who is the youngest of these people?" The young master asked coldly.
"Ah, it's NO.100, 12 years old." The supervisor has an ominous feeling.
"The youngest can kill people. It seems that they should have trained well. Let's go to the next stage in advance." The young master smiled faintly. Seeing the young master's smile is like peeping at the face of death.
"Young master! Isn't this too early?" As soon as the supervisor heard that he had entered the next stage, he was stunned, "They are too small."
"Oh? Does killing depend on age? As long as it can take people's lives?" The young master asked without emotion.
"Young master--" The supervisor looked at the young master in disbelief. Is this what a 16-year-old child should say?
"Supervisor Qin, do you still want me to say it for the second time?" The young master looked at the supervisor with obvious murderous intent.
Yes! Yes." The supervisor nodded quickly and gave the order.
From beginning to end, the girls watched the two of them silently and listened to their conversation. Of course, other trained girls also heard it. They don't know what the second stage looks like. However, they are all trained to be killing tools, which should be the second stage, which is also for killing.
A week after that, their meals have improved, but the intensity of training has also increased. When someone complained, the supervisor just said indifferently, "If you don't want to die, practice hard!"
"Supervisor, what is the second stage?" The supervisor's most important NO.31 finally couldn't help asking curiously.
"Have you ever heard of survival of the fittest?" The supervisor asked her.
"Well, it's the most adaptable to live a long life." NO.31 answered that her eyes were big, her hair was naturally curly, and her snow-white skin looked like a doll.
"Your second stage is the same." The supervisor's eyes are obviously full of sadness, women's benevolence. There is only one way to die for those who are useless to the young master.
"Ah!" NO.31 After thinking about it, his face was pale without a trace of blood.
The supervisor's eyes are full of compassion, but for NO.100, in her eyes, this little girl is a born killer, indifferently rejecting people thousands of miles away, taking people's lives, and there will be no guilt. She doesn't like this little girl. Maybe she died in the second stage, and many people in the world will be saved!
NO.100 seemed to notice the director's disgusting eyes. She turned around, looked back indifferently, and left.
"Supervisor, NO.100 is also quite pitiful, killing people at such a young age..." NO.31 said sympathetically and looked at the small back of NO.100.
"NO.31 Don't give your mercy to that kind of person, you will kill yourself." The supervisor said indifferently and pulled NO.31 to the other side.
A week later, in the dark factory, the supervisor asked them to select weapons and brought them into an iron cage, leaving only one sentence, "Only ten who survived last can come out."
... I don't remember who did it first, so they started a fight. When NO.100 saw the blood, he remembered the dead NO.42, and his eyes were black and he fainted. She is the youngest, and her usual sense of existence is low. She fainted, and others only think she is dead. When she wakes up, she is surrounded by corpses. In the past, there are only cold dead bodies left.