When she thought of the death of old man Nalan and those in the martial arts hall, her heart began to throb.

For her, the greatest helplessness in life is that the person you want to protect dies in front of you, and you can only watch helplessly, unable to save their life.

This is the sore spot, this is the reverse scale, and it is also the dark thorn.

Nalan Zhenyue was immersed in her own emotions, and the frame of the reincarnation mirror in her hand was squeezed tightly.

Her eyes were also staring at the frame of the Samsara Mirror, gradually turning red.

However, at that moment, Nalan Zhenyue seemed to feel something, and her whole body suddenly stiffened.

As soon as her hand loosened, the frame of the Samsara Mirror fell down.

Just now...

Just now, she felt a sense of age-old and simple desolation from the texture on the frame, just like the temperature on the frame, which was cold to the bones, making her feel a little uncomfortable in her body, and even more panicked in her heart.

Nalan Zhenyue's eyes fell again, and she looked away for a moment.

She didn't die, and her soul still traveled through time, 90% of which was probably because of the reincarnation mirror.

Mirror of reincarnation, mirror of reincarnation, could this be called reincarnation?

Just when Nalan Zhenyue was meditating, footsteps approached.

She quickly put the Samsara Mirror into her arms and looked in the direction of the door with her narrow eyebrows.

The door was opened, and a slightly fat woman walked in, holding a porcelain bowl in her right hand. Inside was the leftover food from the previous few days. The color of the rice had turned yellow.

This woman was one of the two servants who had been serving her, and was called Mrs. Chen.

She gnawed the greasy chicken legs with one hand, and threw the porcelain bowl on the straw with the other hand. Because there were more straws, the porcelain bowl did not break, but the food was scattered out.

"You stinky beggar, eat quickly. I still have something to do." Mrs. Chen muttered while nibbling on the chicken leg in her hand regardless of the image: "Xiuyun, that bitch, go to the fighting field by yourself and ask me to bring you food.

When I see her later, I must scold her!"

Xiuyun was another servant who was assigned to serve Nalan Zhenyue together with Mrs. Chen.

Nalan Zhenyue didn't move, there wasn't much expression on her face, but her eyes were looking at Mrs. Chen.

After Mrs. Chen finished speaking, seeing her like this, she scolded: "What are you looking at? You stinky beggar. I won't give you anything to eat after seeing this. I'm depressed. Why aren't you thrown out? You should be thrown out."

How good it is to be a beggar so that I can be assigned! There is nothing here, no reward, and not even a fart during the festival. Why is my life so miserable? This is just ten

Years have passed." Mrs. Chen took a big bite of the chicken leg, then suddenly stepped forward and chewed: "How about I take you out? At least it is better for you to be a beggar on the street than to stay in the house. Look,

No one will bully you outside!" After saying this, she burst out laughing, with grease still on the corners of her mouth, looking extremely disgusting.

Mrs. Chen and Na Xiuyun simply wished Nalan Zhenyue would disappear, and would say such words to her ears from time to time.

Because of her presence, they couldn't leave this hellish place. Just like she said just now, there was nothing to ask for.

It was okay in the past few years. At that time, the steward in charge of the monthly salary in the mansion did not withhold her monthly salary, and the two of them benefited from it. But in recent years, there has been nothing. The two of them just wanted her to die.

Two days ago, the children of Nalan's house came to trouble her when they had nothing to do. This is how she got this new injury. If Nalan Zhenyue's soul hadn't passed through, she would have been just like these two.
Chapter completed!