The cold water flow washed the blood-stained body, and the water droplets rolled crystally on her delicate ketone body, but only the blood on the surface was washed away, but it could not wash away the hatred in her heart.
After turning off the water, Cheng Yue pulled a bath towel to cover her sexy body, and put wet hair on her snow-white shoulders to make her more charming. But unfortunately, the hideous ghost tattoo behind her destroyed this beauty. However, she had long been used to it, just standing in front of the mirror and looking at herself silently. At this time, the picture in the mirror changed. She was not the full Xiaosha, but a pretty face.
"Why? Why are you so cruel? Why do you want to kill his partner? He must be very sad now and must hate me very much. I don't want it, me," the figure in the mirror murmured.
"Hmph! Is that true?"
Cheng Yue sneered and interrupted, "I haven't killed your so-called sister, it's the greatest tolerance for you. You don't seem to object when killing that female archer, right? Why didn't you put kindness on her? Humph! The hypocritical kindness is that you still love the man named Li Xiaoyi from beginning to end, don't you want anyone to occupy him, right? But forget him, he already fell in love with the female archer, and there is no shadow of you in his heart, maybe he has never loved you at all."
"No! Not that!"
The figure in the mirror quickly defended: "I know he loves me, but he just didn't show it. During the adventure with him, he was trying hard to protect me. I could feel it. He..."
"What's the result?"
Cheng Yue sneered again: "You are still dead in front of him. The so-called love is just a fairy tale weaved by lies one after another. He just treats you as a partner, don't be foolish."
"I voluntarily sacrificed for him, and my death was just because he was not strong enough. I believe in his heart..." The figure in the mirror said lightly.
"Shut up!"
Cheng Yue angrily rebuked, and the expression on her face became extremely terrifying. She pointed to the mirror and shouted: "Put your stupid mentality! Have you forgotten our hatred? Have you forgotten the pain brought to us by the world! The tattoo of the evil ghost behind it is the pain they bring to us! We should not have any pity and feelings in our hearts! And! You are just the secondary personality I split! I am the master personality! I am the real Cheng Yue!"
"The road of hatred will only make you fall deeper and deeper, and will only make you more painful..." The figure in the mirror will always have the indifferent tone.
"Enough!"
"Bang!"
Cheng Yue smashed the mirror with a fierce punch, and blood slowly dripped down her fingertips. At this moment, she was panting and lying on the ground, sweat wetting the hideous tattoo on her back. Then she covered her face with her hands, as if she wanted to cover her angry expression.
And those cold tears...
Soon Cheng Yue fell into deep memories.
This is a cold town on the Sino-Soviet border during the collapse of the Soviet Union. Even though the cold wind was constantly invading with snowflakes, it could not stop the warmth in the house. In the room, the burning fireplace emitted a bright warm light. On the bed, a little girl was snuggling in her mother's arms. She seemed to be sleeping soundly. A trace of shiny saliva hung on her round and pouty mouth, while the mother smiled and wiped her saliva and covered her bare shoulders with a quilt. The little girl comfortably rubbed her mother's arms, while the kind father smoked his pipe and read a book beside her. The whole room was filled with a warm and peaceful atmosphere, but soon, the tranquility was broken by a huge knock on the door.
"Run quickly! The bandits are here!"
Their neighbors knocked on the door. After hearing the word "bandit", a terrified expression appeared on the faces of the two adults in an instant. Without any hesitation or delay, they hurriedly hugged the awakened little girl and ran out. Under the night, the fire shone on the entire town, and gunfire and screams of people kept ringing around! Thunder all over the sky seemed to be accusing the cruel massacre! In the wind and snow, the little girl's family followed her neighbor to the outside of the town, but unfortunately, it was too late.
"Bang!"
With a gunshot, the neighbor who was still running just now fell to the ground, and blood slowly flowed out of his forehead. The little girl burst into tears in fear, and her mother could only hug her trembling body tightly. Yes, they did not continue to run, just because the dazzling headlights in front and several gun-holding figures stopped them...
"No!! Don't! Let her go!"
Soon, the father's angry roar came. The gun-holding figures pulled the little girl down and grabbed her hair to make her look at the scene in front of her. The mother was pulled off her clothes by several grim figures. At this temperature below zero, she was naked and 0-body pressed into the cold snow and played with her. The father was tied and kneeled on the ground. Then the mother's voice became weaker and weaker, while the father's roar became more and more angry. Soon, the father's scolding angered them. Then a figure with a knife walked behind his father and then pulled his head.
"ah!!"
Seeing the headless corpse falling down softly, the little girl screamed like crazy! Tears were like a flood. She didn't know how to relieve her heart. The air in her lungs seemed to be blocked, and even her breathing became extremely difficult. She thought it was a nightmare, and she tried her best to make herself faint, but unfortunately her hair was pulled by someone. The tingling sensation forced her to stare at the cruel scene. Then her mother's breathing stopped and she was frozen to death.
At this moment, the hand holding her hair was released. The little girl rushed to her parents' corpse crying. Her tears had already dried up and her throat was also shouting. There was no words to describe her heart at this time. She threw herself on her father like a confused cat, and then threw herself into her mother's arms. Unfortunately, all she touched was warm blood and cold corpse...
But the little girl's nightmare was not over at this moment. The figures pressed her to the ground and took off all their clothes. Resistance and struggle were in vain. Fortunately, her body was too small and she was not even qualified to be played with by them. But the figures did not let her go. They kept using cigarette butts and knife to create scars on the girl's body. The trembling body and tragic screams seemed to arouse their pleasure.
Cold, pain, fear, intertwined the little girl's psychology. Her thinking was already numb and her shouting was hoarse. In just a few minutes, the little girl's breathing gradually weakened. Seeing her like this, the figures finally lost interest. Just when a guy took out a gun and wanted to bear the little girl, suddenly! His mouth was wide open, and his pupils were filled with fear and pain! It turned out that a thin sword penetrated his heart hard!
The warm blood splashed on the little girl's face again. She tried hard to open her blurry eyes. In the wind and snow, a figure wearing a cloak holding a thin sword was easily harvesting the lives of those scumbags. They didn't even have a chance to shoot. They quickly covered their throats and fell down. In this era of guns, cold weapons should have long since withdrawn from the stage of history, but in the hands of that figure, the flowers of death bloomed again. The little girl discovered that the petals stained with blood were so...
Gorgeous.
After dealing with the bandits, the figure wrapped the little girl's trembling body with a cloak, but the little girl did not feel any warmth, just because the person's eyes and breath were too cold, just like the extreme ice on the top of the snow mountain. But from the other party's beautiful face, the little girl knew that the other party was a woman, and then the woman's red lips moved slightly, and the words came into the little girl's ears like ice thorns.
"What do you want?"
This question came very abruptly, and the little girl could even feel that if her answer could not satisfy the other party, she might be ruthlessly thrown back into the snow, but she did not hesitate at all and tried her best to say two words that were extremely inconsistent with her age.
"Hate! Kill!"
"Very good, I can give you all this."
A satisfied smile appeared on the woman's cold face, and she hugged the little girl and disappeared in the vast wind and snow.
On that night, the bandits massacred all the residents of the town, and the little girl became the only survivor...
Three years later, it is still winter, in the underground training room of an ancient castle.
On the cold rocky ground, two women holding thin swords and wearing strong suits were fighting desperately. One was a woman with brown hair and graceful figure, and the other was a girl with black hair and delicate figure. Even though their age and figure were quite different, their sword skills were not the same, and both had the murderous intent of Leng Ling. At this moment, there was no mercy or emotion in their eyes. All they had to do was kill each other or be...
Kill the other party.
The Linglong girl was the little girl at that time. Since she was rescued by the mysterious woman, she has followed her to train in this cold basement. The mysterious woman asked her that if she could not learn all her skills within three years, she would be killed by her. Yes, in just three years, the little girl has learned all her moves. On the road of swordsmanship, the little girl showed an unparalleled talent and cooperated with her hatred. The woman knew that the little girl now had to surpass her.
In these three years of life, the little girl did not ask anything else except following the woman to practice swordsmanship. She only knew that the woman was from Siberia and did not know anything else, including the other party's name. The woman did not let her call herself a master, but could only call her sister. She had explained this reason because she wanted to make herself feel younger, and only then did the little girl feel that the other party was more like a woman.
At the same time, the woman also told the little girl that in this world, there is not only a gun that can kill people. You can use any weapon. The most important thing is to have a murderous heart and a hatred heart. With these, there is no reason to kill people. The function of the sword is to let the other party accept these reasons. Although the little girl doesn't understand it very well, what she knows is that the sword is the only weapon that can make the other party taste her hatred!
In this training time, even though the little girl has mastered the ability to kill people, the woman did not let her kill anyone. She did this to make the girl accumulate hatred, because such anger exploded, which makes people feel more likely to feel fear. At the end of every day, the woman would take the little girl to the edge of the snow-capped cliff, doing nothing, just blowing the biting cold wind. At this time, the woman would find a rusty bottle of wine from her arms, filling it with rum. Every time she would drink it carefully and taste the strong smell carefully. The alcohol made the woman's beautiful face turn red, but her eyes were staring at the name engraved on the bottle.
The woman also said that even if she is trapped in hatred, there are always a few important people in her life, but she will forget them in her heart. Only by carving them down can she remember them forever. The little girl did not speak after hearing this, and sat down silently against the other person's back. At that moment, she seemed to feel the woman's subtle trembling and the low sob. She didn't know why the woman cried. At this time, she could only close her beautiful eyes and immerse herself in her own memories.