Traveling back in time to a female virtuous novel, she was forced to make money to support her famil

In the dusk, the woods seemed unusually silent.

A breeze blew by, and the leaves no longer rustled, as if they were imprisoned by an invisible force.

The shadows of the trees danced, forming a dark and mysterious pattern, projected on the moss-covered ground.

The air is filled with the smell of moist earth, occasionally mixed with the faint smell of rotten leaves, which makes people feel a little bit uneasy.

Mu Yan stood still and observed his surroundings carefully.

Such a quiet and peaceful scenery must be the work of a half-life artist. In addition to weaving illusions, what other secrets does her ability hide?

As for that unreliable system, it always disappears at critical moments, which is really a headache.

Mu Yan snorted softly and said disdainfully: "It's really stupid to want to use the old trick again. As someone who has spent half my life, but is so timid, isn't it more clumsy than a pig?"

As the saying goes: The person who knows you best is yourself.

Although she has wandered in this world for several lives, she is still the same person after all. As long as she is the same person, she expects and fears the same things.

Now, for half my life, I have longed to break out of my cocoon and become a butterfly, transforming into a real human being.

So……

An indescribable strange color flashed in Mu Yan's eyes, as if he was struggling in the endless darkness. She raised her head, her brows showing unbearable pain.

In just a few breaths, her body seemed to be swallowed up by endless pain. She staggered back two steps and finally leaned on the tree trunk next to her, barely able to stabilize her body.

Looking carefully, he saw that her forehead was covered with beads of sweat like pearls, and her face was as pale as the moonlight.

"What...what exactly did you do?"

Mu Yan tried his best to raise his head, wanting to find out what was going on, but as soon as he raised his head, the dizziness came over him like a tidal wave.

There is still no trace of the enemy. Is she really going to die here?

Perhaps, the phrase "die before leaving the battlefield" is the truest portrayal of her at this moment.

"Kill, kill them all, leave no one behind, hahaha..."

The noise came like a flood, and it was chaotic and confusing.

Mu Yan opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was scarlet blood, and pitiful cries kept coming from his ears, like purgatory on earth.

Fear and despair are like invisible shadows, covering every corner, leaving people with nowhere to escape.

This is Fucheng.

The streets and alleys were devastated, with broken limbs and corpses scattered around. Blood was like a crazy beast, dyeing every inch of the land and streets red.

Is this an illusion?

Or reality?

Mu Yan walked towards the Prime Minister's Mansion with firm steps, full of doubts.

"Hahaha……"

The arrogant laughter echoed in the air, and Yezada stood down like a beast, looking down at the dying people kneeling on the ground with cold eyes.

"Die, die to me!"

She roared angrily, as if these people were just humble ants in his eyes, "You humble reptiles, how dare you resist me!"

Yezada kicked away a kneeling man in front of him, with a crazy and ferocious light flashing in his eyes.

She already had a terrible idea in her mind.

"Come here!" She ordered coldly, "Dry their blood and dry their skin and flesh to make kites! I want them to fly in the air and feel the endless pain and fear!"

Closing his eyes, Yezada seemed to have seen the bloody and terrifying scene, and an inexplicable excitement and pleasure surged in his heart.

"Tyrant, even if you have thousands of means, we would rather die than surrender." Brother's weak voice revealed incomparable perseverance, and the numerous scars on his body could not erase the burning anger in his eyes.

When Mu Yan caught a glimpse of that familiar figure, her pupils couldn't help but shrink, and endless shock and pain filled her heart.

The young master she cared for in every possible way has now become so miserable.

"Hmph, your courage is commendable," Yezada sneered, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "No one has dared to compete with me face to face for a long time."

She looked at this bold brother with great interest, with a cruel smile on her lips, "It's really interesting, but it's a pity that such a beauty is about to become a kite in my hands."

As soon as the words were spoken, several guards held sharp blades in their hands and stepped towards the brother without hesitation.

At this critical moment, Mu Yan stepped forward resolutely and protected Ruan Yu behind him.

However, to everyone's surprise, the guards ignored Mu Yan's existence and walked straight through her body, aiming directly at Ruan Yu.

"Wait a minute."

An elusive look flashed across Yezada's eyes, and the determination and unyielding look in her brother's eyes aroused her interest.

She walked towards Ruan Yu, looking down at the beauty that interested her with her tall figure, her voice was lazy and full of temptation.

"As long as you are willing to surrender to me, I will give you a chance to live."

The country was destroyed, the homeland was shattered, and the mountains and rivers were devastated.

The thieves invaded and the compatriots suffered. With such deep hatred and hatred, how could Ruan Yu live an ignoble existence.

He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to look at the tyrant again, and kowtowed three times to Xiang Guo who was kneeling next to him.

"Father, if your child is unfilial, please take the first step."

Xiang Guoqiang suppressed the tears in his eyes tightly and looked at the brother in front of him who made him extremely proud. "Son, you go first, and your mother and father will arrive soon."

Among the many members of the Ruan family, only two people were left alive, but it was worth it. The Ruan family served the country loyally, and no one in the Ruan family was timid and treasonous.

A displeased sneer flashed across Yezada's face, and his previous interest disappeared instantly like smoke blown away by the cold wind.

She coldly uttered a few words: "Execute them all."

These few understated words decided the life and death of everyone present.

Mu Yan saw his beloved wearing brocade clothes stained with blood and lying desolately in a pool of blood. Loneliness and despair intertwined in his heart.

Over and over again, the cycle seems endless.

At this moment, she clearly realized that this place was both a fantasy and a cruel reality.

Every turn of the page represents a cruel reality. Her young master has been tortured five times and endured endless pain.

Five collapses, five lifetimes of good fortune, seems so ironic and ridiculous.

Mu Yan took a deep breath, and the unbearable flickering in his eyes disappeared, replaced by determination as deep as a cold pool.

"Do you think that these alone can shake my will? Don't forget, we are one and the same."

In the distance, a subtle sigh of regret came from the distance.

Mu Yan walked calmly towards the source of the sound.

"Stop being timid. All the methods you have used are just for my skin. Now that I am standing in front of you, you don't even dare to have the courage to fight for me?"

The space in front of her eyes seemed to fluctuate, Yezada—no, she should be called Hansheng now.

Half of her life is like dancing catkins, gracefully walking out of the twisted space, her figure is graceful and her gait is graceful.

"It's really a pity. I thought I could see you so heartbroken and crying." Bansheng shook his head gently, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"You really wasted this good show." (End of chapter)