At that time, she was reborn in a little girl who was only three years old.

The power of space on his body awakens, and everything about Lanxing is unfamiliar and fearful.

They are the other seven sisters in the same dormitory. They teach her step by step to understand that world, and lead her to conquer her own fears little by little, overcome one life and death after another, and complete tasks assigned by the organization one by one.

At that time, An Jiu was really happy and thought that such a life was good, so he wanted to be friends with them for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, as they grow step by step, the time for the "graduation" exam is getting closer and closer.

Until that day, An Jiu and other sisters were thrown into the isolated island together.

There she met a thousand orphans who participated in the "graduation" transported by other branches.

Three months later, on the isolated island, there were only four people alive - An Jiu, and three other roommates.

And on An Jiu's graduation certificate, the names of the other four sisters appeared.

Later, in the tasks one after another, the names of the other three people were added to An Jiu's personal resume.

Every time they die, they would ask An Jiu in surprise: "Why are you still guarding against me? It's not right. I used to be so kind to you and have treated you as your best sister for ten years."

"An Jiu, I thought I was the coldest and best-looking person. Unexpectedly, over the years, I have regarded you as my best sister and dearest relative, and you will always be on guard against me."

"An Jiu, you really have no heart. I thought I had been with you for the past few years, but I didn't expect that you were the ones who played the most!"

They have never been in the most painful rain, so how can they understand the heart-wrenching pain after being in the rain?

Who knew that whenever she killed a sister, a knife wound would appear on her arm, which was to commemorate them.

An Jiu closed his eyes and tears flashed across his face.

She led out a cup of immortal water from the space and poured it into small porcelain bottles.

She gave Xia Yan the porcelain bottle, "Take it to them, one bottle for each person. After they eat it, they will recover. You can arrange their work in the future."

"Yes, Miss." Xia Yan took the bottle with both hands, his face very serious.

She swore that she would remind those people at all times in the future that their lives were saved by the princess. She must remember to be loyal to the princess and die before she died. Otherwise, she would not need the princess' instructions in the future. She Xia Yan was the first to twist the head off and kick it as a ball.

After Xia Yan left, in just half a cup of tea, the sorrow of separation came back with a bloody smell.

Seeing that he had no signs of injury on his body except for his tired face.

"The Blood Jade Pavilion no longer exists. The prince asked me to bring you a message. The stage has been set up. The next step can be arranged. I wonder if the princess is ready here?"

An Jiu took out a transparent porcelain bottle from his sleeve and put it on his hands to play with it. There was half a bottle of milky white water in the porcelain bottle. "Tell you the prince, the show will start in the afternoon. Let your prince prepare wine and food, and I will go to the palace to have a banquet on time tomorrow."

"In the palace..." Li Chou was stunned, but quickly lowered his head and said that.

Sure enough, just after Lichou passed on a letter to his master Feiying in the afternoon, someone came to Jing'an Pavilion to send a message, asking An Jiu to dress up and go to the front hall to entertain guests.

Getting dressed up? Both Lichou and Xia Yan noticed this word.

Lichou looked at An Jiu's dress that was so plain that he could not be more plain. Well, it was time to dress up well.

He remembered that the daughters who wanted to pay the Seventh Prince were all dressed in colorful clothes and painted with powder.

It’s not like the one in front of you. It’s beautiful, but it’s a bit like a dilapidated house with no money to buy clothes and jewelry.

Xia Yan's idea was different. She thought that it was that it was because she came to Anjun Marquis' Mansion and needed to see her own princess and to dress up her well. It was so strange.

An Jiu, who was watching the chess game in front of the window, had a cold smile on his lips, and the hatred in his eyes instantly surged, reaching the peak.

Even inside her body, because of the recovery of her physical strength during this period, the water of immortality increased rapidly and dried up. Only the black yellow spring water rose one after another, as if it was a tendency to swallow the entire space.

Yesterday, while he asked the Seventh Prince to destroy the Blood Jade Pavilion, he also spread rumors among the Fifth Prince's party that the Seventh Prince was attacked at the home of the future concubine. The Seventh Prince was furious and sent someone to wash the entire Blood Jade Pavilion for the sake of the Beauty.

Based on her understanding of that person, he would definitely come to see him today and ask why the Seventh Prince knew that the Xueyu Pavilion was here to kill him.

Why do you have to spread such rumors among your own parties?

Could it be...!

"Princess, I'll dress you up." Xia Yan walked to the window with a basin of water and told An Jiu.

"No, it's not a very important person, no need to dress up and wait."

An Jiu got up and sorted out the wrinkles on his lower clothes casually, and took Xia Yan to the front hall.

The moment she entered the front hall, An Jiu thought of a hundred ways and a hundred assassination methods to face that person.

I have also thought about what goodbye would be like, what would that person say to himself, what the first sentence would be, or what she said instead.

“Long time no see?”

"Murrong Yu, I'm here to kill you. Will you regret what you did to me?"

But when she stepped into the door, she saw the man standing tall in front of her, showing a signature smirk and calling her cousin, An Jiu's eyes appeared for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the scenes of getting along with the people in front of me in that life were like sitting and watching the scene.

For some reason, An Jiu's hatred was miraculously calmed down.

Yes, it's calmed down!

It’s not that I don’t hate anymore, but that I suddenly feel that everything I did for this person in that life is not worth it, and I turn from hating someone to reflecting on myself.

Although the person in front of him has outstanding appearance, lingering voice, tall figure, and innate nobleness, his whole body is filled with factors that make women crazy.

But the moment she turned around and smiled at her, An Jiu suddenly realized that this person was not very attractive to her. She did not love but attachment to this person in that life.

It is the kind of expectation that longs for family affection, longing for love, longing for care, and value.

It turns out that those are not love. The so-called desire to share old age with him and hardships is just to form a home with him, a home that Murong Yu can shelter her from the wind and rain and allow her to rely on.

"Cousin Xiaojiu, I am Brother Yu, do you still remember it? When I was a child, I accompanied my uncle to visit Yucheng, we met him at Yucheng Yizhuang. You were still so young at that time."

Murong Yu compared her hand on her chest, "It's probably so cute. That day happened to be the Dragon Boat Festival, and you even gave me a net bag containing red eggs. Unexpectedly, so many years have passed, Xiaojiu has grown a lot taller and is getting more and more beautiful.

"My mother often talks about you in the palace, saying that when my aunt gave birth to you, she was in the delivery room. When you were born, you were so pure and lovely. She always said that if you have time, let me pick you up in Yucheng to meet her in the palace and let her see you well."

As he said that, Murong Yu took out a yellow net bag from his sleeve bag.

The net bag has changed color, and it can be seen that the owner has collected it for a long time.

An Jiu looked at it calmly and thought about it hard, but he finally didn't remember when this net bag was given.

Maybe it wasn't her.

It's ridiculous. Why was she so sure she gave it to her in her previous life? For this reason, she also made many different colored net bags, and gave Murong Yu one every year on the Dragon Boat Festival.

An Jiu suddenly felt that he was stupid in that life. He clearly had the ability to remember everything he had seen. If he had really given Murong Yu something in his childhood, how could he not remember it?

How stupid she was in that life. In order not to expect something that does not exist, she would just make things difficult for herself, but she would also weave a dream that does not exist for herself.

"Cousin Jiuer, come in quickly and see what gifts I have brought to you from Jiangnan."

Seeing that An Jiu didn't speak, Murong Yu just stood still, staring at the broken thing in his hand, feeling contemptuous.

He was just Xiao Shi's measurement, and he could be so moved that he could be so moved. As long as he treats her better in the future, he would not be afraid of not being used by him in the future.
Chapter completed!