The sky is full of stars, and the cold wind blows down from the sky.
The barren mountains are cracked with soil, the trees are dry and green, and there is gravel in the cold wind. In a deserted square, there stands a dilapidated wooden house.
The candlelight flickered in the room, and several tall and thick men looked at the beautiful girl lying on the ground, smiling arrogantly, showing their big black and yellow teeth.
"The white meat on this body is delicate and tender. It's really worth ten taels of silver."
The leader of the bandits stepped forward under the gaze of everyone, and stretched out his magic palm towards Hua Jin's clothes... What a beautiful little girl, with green temples and dark eyebrows, and slightly rosy lips.
Dirty, but with delicate and elegant facial features, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was a faint look of pain between his brows.
The man next to him stretched out his two hands and grasped the slender ankles of the beauty on the ground.
In a daze, Hua Jin felt countless big hands roaming around her body. She opened her eyes slightly, fanned her eyelashes slightly, and hit the hand stretched out to her chest.
"Don't touch me!"
"You actually still have the energy to hit someone?"
The bandit leader, who had been beaten on the hand, looked annoyed and grabbed Hua Jin's collar, like picking up a piece of rag, with a ruthless look in his eyes.
"When you wake up, call me twice. I like hearing you call me the most."
After saying that, he slapped Hua Jin on the face, making Hua Jin's eyes flash with stars.
Then he threw her to the ground and shouted impatiently,
"Hold her down, quickly!"
As he spoke, he began to take off his clothes.
Several men came forward, pressing her hands and feet, and some came to pull her pants, and pinned the flower brocade to the ground so that she couldn't move.
Hua Jin, who was in the crowd, felt the pain of being hit by stones on her back. Her brain hurt, and fragments of memories were squeezed into her mind.
There has been a severe drought in the hinterland of Tianjing Kingdom for three years, with no harvests, starvation and death everywhere, and entire villages fleeing for safety at every turn.
Hua Jin fled north with her mother, brother and sister to join her father, who was a soldier in the north.
As a result, the elder man of the Hua family fainted from hunger the day before yesterday and survived the whole day in the ruined temple.
In order to exchange for food for her son, Hua Niangzi sold her eldest daughter Hua Jin to the gangsters for ten taels of silver and a bag of food.
In order to prevent her eldest daughter from resisting, Hua Niangzi personally gave her the drug.
As a result, the dosage of the medicine was too high, causing Hua Jin, who was already weak from hunger, to die immediately and be possessed by an apocalyptic soul with the same name.
Hua Jin sneered, what a "good mother".
The desolate air is mixed with the smell of dry earth.
Hua Jin was restrained on the ground, and she was worried. No way, she had to think of a way, otherwise she would really be defiled.
A man who had taken off his clothes came over. The moment his pants were ripped off, Hua Jin concentrated and felt a small, familiar five-element supernatural energy in her body, quickly swimming around her body.
Great, the soul has come through, and the superpowers have not been lost.
In the apocalypse, Hua Jin is a rare five-element superpower. He can mobilize the five basic elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, move mountains and seas, and create something out of nothing. For Hua Jin in his previous life, this was not a difficult task.
However, no matter how hard she tried, she could only feel a little fluctuation of wood-type supernatural energy from this body.
Although Mu Department's vitality cannot give birth to all things like in her previous life, it can restore some of her body's physical strength.
On the ground, Hua Jin jerked violently, and what came into view was a black and yellow sky.
She sat up with a cough, pushed with her left hand, then pushed with her right hand, and then kicked her. She actually pushed away the men who were holding her down.
All the men in the room couldn't believe it and were gearing up to pounce again.
There was a man in his hand holding a shovel that he didn't know where he came from, and he angrily knocked it down on Hua Jin's head.
Hua Jin gave up her head, stretched out her hand, grabbed the handle of the shovel, and looked coldly at the men who rushed towards her.
Behind her, a man stood up and rushed towards Hua Jin. She raised the shovel in her hand and without looking back, she hit the man behind her on the head. With a "snap" sound, the head was turned into a rotten cucumber.
The bandit leader turned around and ran away.
Hua Jin dragged the shovel and jumped up with her feet on the ground. When she was in the air, she knocked down with the shovel.
If she fell to the ground in shock, the man who turned around to run rolled his eyes, and a stream of red blood flowed from his head. He knelt down weakly and fell to the ground.
The leader died naked.
The whole house was filled with blood.
The next moment, Hua Jin's legs went limp, and her body, which had managed to gain some strength through the use of her supernatural powers, shriveled like a deflated balloon.
Sitting in a room full of corpses, Hua Jin thought of the farce of being betrayed by her own mother. This world is really comparable to the apocalypse.
Family affection? In the apocalypse, she didn't have it, and she didn't force it. She just sneered, and Hua Jin used a shovel to search the bodies of several men on the ground one by one.
She found some food and some money from them.
After eating a few dry biscuits, Hua Jin lay swaying on the bloody ground, planning to take a rest and wait for her to accumulate some supernatural energy before she could think of a solution.
In the wind, a small sound sounded, as if there were still people breathing.
Hua Jin on the ground opened her eyes again, followed the faint breath of life, and used a shovel to push aside some debris. Behind the debris, there lay a faint and beautiful young man in black clothes.
The skin is white, the flesh is thin, the bones are clear and sharp, and the beauty lies in the bones rather than the skin.
Hua Jin looked at this beautiful young man. He was quite beautiful. He must have been kidnapped by the bandit to play with because he saw how good-looking he was.
I also saw that the young man was neatly dressed, and I guess he had not been poisoned yet.
He was dressed in brocade clothes, and his black clothes were embroidered with complicated cloud patterns of the same color. He was not a poor man.
His eyes glanced at his waist and abdomen.
He is injured.
Hua Jin stretched out her fingers, probed the boy's breath, and curled her lips. The boy's breath was too weak, and it looked like he was going to die soon.
She stood up, turned around and left without any intention of saving anyone.
The young man in front suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes were as deep as two cold pools, looking straight at Hua Jin.
The next moment, a thin knife was placed on Hua Jin's neck.
"Good knife."
Hua Jin did not dodge, but instead praised the knife in the young man's hand. The sincerity in her eyes made people doubt that the person who had the knife on her neck was not her.
On the delicate white skin of the neck, there were bleeding marks when pressed by the thin knife, and a few tiny blood drops fell on Sai Shuang Qixue's blade.
The young man's voice is cold,
"Who are you?"
"Who am I? It doesn't matter. Your knife is a good knife, and you are going to die. How about giving it to me?"
While speaking, Hua Jin put her fingers together, picked up the blade in the young man's hand, and looked at the gloomy young man with a pair of beautiful eyes.
She was smiling, but her smile didn't reach her eyes.
The young man sneered, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth like a thread. The thin knife was still placed on Hua Jin's neck without moving at all, and he only spat out two words coldly,
"not good."
The tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by the dog. Now someone has snatched his knife.
In the dancing candlelight, Hua Jin and the boy looked at each other for a long time, then she snapped her fingers,
"Okay, then I'll wait for you to die before I come back to get the knife."
After saying that, she stood up to leave. The beautiful young man's eyes were as cold as ice. He raised his hand like lightning and was about to slash Hua Jin's throat with the thin knife in his hand.