The autumn in Fenghua City is still a bit chilly. The leaves outside are about to fall, yellow and red. There is evil wind outside, and many walls are crawling red, green and orange wall clothes.

The leaves are blown up layer by layer...

It is like these plants have the word "change season" and are exposed to people barely.

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The whole day has passed. In the evening, it is the beginning of another time in Shenxie Pavilion. Those disaster days have only passed. These heartless people just think that nothing has happened.

, continue singing, dancing and having fun.

After a busy day,

The fragrant rain calms down,

Loosen hair and loosen muscles.

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——She finally got a break.

Xiangyu, oh no, it should be said - Ziyu,

This move,

Xiangyu thought: Those who are stained with blood on their hands are not qualified to talk about kindness and forgiveness!

Akin and Xiang Yu,

Instead, it will be sold over and over again.

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There is a sense of familiarity,

This rain seemed to be flooding her.

There was a red leaf that drifted in with the evil wind outside.

She has never practiced how to forget, nor has she learned how to get along with these tragic memories. Besides, there has been no day since she was born and is not terrified.

Zi Yu's heart,

The protagonist of this memory is Zi Yu, a little slave sold to Shenxie Pavilion.

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This secret,

She will do anything.

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The fragrant rain is in Shenxie Pavilion,

However, no matter how innocent she was in the past, she is no longer worthy of forgiveness. The victim Xiang Yu has become a real "violent perpetrator".

I don’t know how to describe it, but when Ajing met, he knew that she could not save Zi Yu, nor could she avoid the curse on her body...

The little slaves around them all said in their eyes: This can only be blamed on herself.

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Zi Yu counted his past carefully.

These slave owners will not sell slaves only once.

She had killed anyone! She never told anyone.

The time they were together,

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The operation method,

At all costs!

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What did she do wrong?

Zi Yu didn't even think about it, so she draped the cotton coat that she had just gotten and had not yet heated on Ajing's body. The two of them wore this cotton coat together. Zi Yu knew that there would be autumn and winter without cotton coats.

How cold!

All for the best interests.

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She thought that it had been a long time since she talked to Ajing alone... There was nothing to say, it was all things that could not be mentioned. This "understanding" was very complicated, but extremely frivolous. Feng Yi

Blow, there is not even a shadow.

"You need a cotton coat." Akin looked at Xiangyu and said with a smile.

What's there to worry about?

Xiangyu's inner pain, like these sins, grabbed her tightly, as if she wanted to force her into a desperate situation. As she thought about it, she suddenly became frightened and angry, and she burst into tears unwillingly.

It was delivered to Ajing's palm.

Such knots are accumulated day by day. Zi Yu thought about it... She suddenly had a split headache! She suddenly ran to the backyard and vomited violently...

Will accompany her for the rest of her life,

Ajing is late and his cotton clothes are gone long ago!

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The coolness follows the leaves,

What qualifications are such a person?

When I saw Akin,

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For Shenxie Pavilion,

Some things are remembered in my heart, as if they are very profound, but another person seems to have gently taken care of...

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I have thought about it many times...

...The slave head locked Ajing and Zi Yu together, and the two of them met.

The more you are entangled in the mud?

She didn't dare to be too idle either. As soon as she was idle, she recalled the past events... and ran over.

Why are you a member of the Suoying clan?

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She really doesn't seem to do it.

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The most overlapping part,

Until she disappears from this world!

suddenly,

Ajing reached out to catch the leaf.

Although there were still laughter and joy in my ears, the Changsheng Opera House was empty.

Awakening Akin's memories.

If it weren't for the curse within the clan,

The other little slaves were still young, ignorant, and did not know how to be humble. When they saw Ajing enter the cage, they didn't say anything and pretended not to see it.

No matter what,

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She was tired enough! There was no word that could express this kind of boredom.

Where is the lively and exciting singing and dancing?

Akin, this name,

These slave vendors are very smart,
To be continued...