Self-cultivation after becoming a villain girl

"Please, don't do this to me..."

"I no longer have a healthy heart, I can't live without this thing anymore, Dad!"

The elder sister said something else afterwards, but the younger sister didn't hear it clearly.

Then came the father's roar: "You ungrateful bitch! We worked so hard to raise you, and everything you have belongs to us!"

"You should feel honored to have contributed to the most miraculous work of art in the world!"

"asshole!"

Then there was the sound of something heavy hitting something, and the younger sister heard her older sister screaming.

Ignoring her mother's objections, her sister gently opened the door.

Then, the younger sister saw her sister lying in a pool of blood and her father holding a bloody ashtray.

"Sister!" The younger sister screamed when she saw this and wanted to run out crying.

But she was stopped by her mother, who gently wiped away her tears and stood in front of her sister: "Xiao Xi, it's okay, you can go back."

"Mom and Dad...will take care of this."

My sister's blood was wiped clean by my mother, and the blood-stained ashtray was also cleaned by my mother.

When the younger sister came to the living room again, it was empty. Her parents were gone, and her sister who was lying in a pool of blood was also gone.

Boom! The sky outside darkened and thunder started.

Since that day, the younger sister has never seen her older sister again.

My mother said that my sister was sent back to the orphanage, where a brother named Ayi was waiting for her.

The younger sister thought that her mother was lying to her because the flower her sister raised had died. The flower was exactly the same as the one raised by the man named Ayi that her sister mentioned. It was like a suicide in the middle of the night. The withered chrysanthemum petals were picked up by the younger sister and placed in her sister's room.

The chrysanthemums will never have a chance to bloom again.

Dad never mentioned this matter and he became even more taciturn. Although the younger sister had already replaced her older sister's heart, she was called to the laboratory by Dad more and more often.

After the final examination, my sister was given anesthesia again and sent to the operating table.

When she woke up again, she saw the familiar ceiling of the laboratory.

Dad didn't look at her who had woken up. Instead, he looked at the two numbers that turned red in front of him, with an extremely excited expression on his face.

My sister took off all the instruments on her body and ran away secretly.

My sister was running around in the huge laboratory like a headless fly.

Finally, at the end of a road, the younger sister found the older sister.

"elder sister……?"

The elder sister and the younger sister were separated by a thick layer of glass. The elder sister neither laughed nor cried when she saw her younger sister. She had a blank expression on her face. The pale-faced elder sister just quietly looked at her younger sister who loved her as much as before.

"Sister, don't you recognize me? I'm Nanxi?" The younger sister put her hands on the glass and called her sister.

There were footsteps behind them, and the younger sister saw an expression of disgust and fear on her older sister's expressionless face. It was her father coming.

"Sister...what's wrong with you? Dad, why is sister looking at me like that? It's like she doesn't recognize me?"

My sister grabbed my father's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"She is not your sister, you made a mistake." Nanshan's face still showed some excitement. He gently touched Nanxi's head and said.

Dad is lying, this is my sister. The younger sister thought so.

This is her sister, the sister that her younger sister likes, but she is not smiling.

Dad took my sister's hand and walked towards the laboratory door.

The younger sister turned around and saw her sister still leaning against the glass, looking at her with a pale face.

Sister, there was thunder again last night, but I didn’t cry.

Sister, I have learned a new song. Can I sing it for you?

Sister, when will you come back?

Sister, why are your eyes so empty?

Sister, don’t you recognize me?

The younger sister still loves the older sister, but the older sister who once loved the younger sister seems to no longer recognize her.

Chapter 089: Nan Yin or Nan Yin?

Kicking open the door of the office, the red-haired woman in navy blue military uniform couldn't wait to enter the room. She threw her wide-brimmed hat hard on the sofa not far away.

"Fuck you..." Li Fengxu seemed to be still unsatisfied after smashing her hat, so she punched the door frame hard again.

"What's the matter, my lady, why are you so irritable?"

The sudden familiar male voice startled the angry Li Fengxu for a moment, and then she looked towards her desk suspiciously.

There, the black office chair had been turned around, and sitting on it was a man wearing the same style of military uniform as Li Fengxu's, but upon closer inspection, there was no military rank on it.

"Smith, you're finally back. I thought you were sunburned to death in Hawaii." After seeing who the man was, Li Fengxu coughed and then said unhappily.

"Haha, my lady, I didn't go to that damn place for a vacation. I completed the task very well." Smith stood up with a smile, picked up the scarf beside him and wrapped it around his neck.

"Haha, if inspecting the new prison location can be called a mission." Li Fengxu said again in annoyance.

"What's wrong? Why is the second daughter of the Li family so bad-tempered today? Let me guess, is it about the beautiful Ms. Baixi?" Smith did not have the slightest aversion to Li Fengxu's attitude. Instead, he was interested in inquiring about other things.

"Hehe." Li Fengxu rolled his eyes at him and sat down on the sofa next to him.

The Smith in front of him is the real chief executive of Dongshan Prison, an unarmed politician.

Although Li Fengxu holds the title of prison warden, that is only to find a position here that matches her strength. As a god-level supernatural being, she possesses the power to completely suppress all prisoners, but she has no ability to handle affairs.

Because they couldn't find a suitable candidate who was both strong and politically savvy, the federal government had to send a political commissar with good management skills, and that was Smith.

Therefore, the real person in charge of this prison is not the apparently powerful Li Fengxu, but the blond and blue-eyed uncle in front of him with mediocre abilities.

"How did you know?" Li Fengxu looked up at him suspiciously when he heard Smith hit the nail on the head for the reason why he was angry.

"Hahaha, Miss Li, you have to know that there is nothing in this prison that can be hidden from me," Smith laughed, but then he was chilled by Li Fengxu's cold stare: "Okay, okay, the general manager of the Civil Affairs Department told me."

Li Fengxu: …

"Anyway, if you have any troubles, why not tell me?" Smith suggested with a smile.

Li Fengxu hesitated for a moment, thought about it and decided to tell Smith what he had just seen and some things he knew before.

"...Is that so?" Smith frowned and then shook his head.

"That Miss Bai Xi is a legend in your Shenhuang circle, but I didn't expect her daughter to be so...handsome."

After hearing Smith's words, Li Fengxu raised her eyebrows in disbelief, and then a long whip appeared in her hand.

"Enough, enough. I can't take this." Smith waved his hands quickly and took a step back.

"But... it's really handsome, isn't it, facing the mother who abandoned him for many years." Smith then smiled again.

"...md, there's nothing to say to you." Li Fengxu glared at Smith and sat back on the sofa angrily.

"Okay, Miss Li, this matter itself is your problem."

"You just said that the two daughters were unwilling to pay for Miss Baixi's sundries, but have you ever thought about how two young girls who have just come of age can be responsible for their parents' expenses in prison?"

"Why not eat meat paste? Huh?" Smith stretched his neck and asked Li Fengxu in a funny way.

"You..." Li Fengxu opened his mouth, but found that he could not speak.

"Besides... Miss Bai Xi has asked you many times to take care of her two daughters."

"Didn't I find them? How can I find two people whose identities have been cancelled by Nanshan in such a big city like Tianzhou?" Li Fengxu said unconvinced.

"But what's your answer to Miss Baixi? They're doing fine, aren't they? Hmm?"

"So... Miss Li, think carefully about why the higher-ups specifically sent me, the political commissar, to assist you..." Smith shook his head.

..............................

When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Nanyin's mind was confused for a while before she suddenly remembered that she was in a hotel in the Australia area.

In order to avoid the rain, or to avoid some other things or events, she rented a room here. She fell asleep last night and didn't know what time it was.

"Uh...is it already four o'clock in the afternoon?" Nan Yin picked up the mobile phone that was thrown aside and looked at the time. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky outside was still gloomy, but I could hear that it was much noisier outside the hotel. The heavy rain could not stop the bustling pace of the city.

She stood up and looked out the window. Facing the window was a holographic billboard. Without paying any attention to what was on the billboard, Nanyin turned on the light in the room and walked barefoot to the bathroom.

"Puff..." The clear water flowed across the skin of her palm, and the cold touch made Nanyin's confused brain a little clearer.

Looking up at the girl in the mirror, what a beautiful face it was, Nan Yin suddenly smiled at the mirror on a whim. Unfortunately, the snow-haired girl in the mirror did not cooperate by curving the corners of her mouth. Nan Yin in the mirror still had a sarcastic expression.

"People who don't know would think I encountered a ghost."

Nan Yin slapped the water in her palm onto her face, and the snow-haired girl in the mirror who looked exactly like her looked at the scene with a mocking expression.

Raising her head and turning around, Nan Yin looked at the girl who appeared behind her at some point in time.

Who is she?

She was Nan Yin, wearing the same sweatshirt that Nan Yin had worn when she had just traveled through time. She vaguely remembered that this sweatshirt was torn into pieces by her who had just traveled through time and space and rushed into the sewer, just to avoid being tracked by the camera.

"You finally came out to see me." Nan Yin licked her cracked lips with her tongue and said softly.

"No... should I say that you are finally willing to see me?" The girl opposite spoke, her voice as clear as Nanyin's, but compared to the indifference in Nanyin's tone, there was more sarcasm and laziness in the girl's words.

"Hehe..." Nan Yin shook her head slightly and looked at the girl opposite her, not sure whether she was a residual soul or an evil spirit. She was the original owner of this body.

"Tianshu?" Nanyin called softly, and then Tianshu's voice came in her mind.

"She took the initiative to ask to see you. I originally planned to arrange for her to enter the cycle of reincarnation directly, but..." Tianshu's voice was filled with an inexplicable emotion.

"It seems that you have completely adapted to my body... and my life..." The girl looked at Nan Yin opposite her, her lips slightly raised and her cherry lips slightly opened.

“You did a really good job…”

"When the voice told me that, I was still hesitant."

"But now it seems that my prayers were not wrong."

Chapter 090: The Puppet's Prayer

"Now it seems that my choice was not wrong." The girl crossed her arms and looked at Nan Yin opposite her with a smile.

"Your choice...?" Nan Yin frowned and looked at the girl in gorgeous clothes who had appeared beside the two of them at some point in time.

"You died suddenly from staying up late, and you should have been treated as a wandering ghost. But at that moment, the original Nan Yin prayed, and her powerful wish was recognized by the Hope Project," Tianshu looked at Nan Yin and said, "It was at that moment that the system I was responsible for sensed you, and then you traveled through time."

"So... I traveled through time because of her?" Nan Yin looked at the residual soul of the girl opposite her with some disbelief.

"But why does she... have such a strong wish power?"

Nan Yin tentatively understood the word "willpower", but precisely because she understood the meaning of this word, Nan Yin didn't understand why she was summoned by the original owner to be a cannon fodder.

“No matter who she is, when she knows that the world she lives in has been in a pending cycle, when she knows that this world is just an insignificant game, when she has seen her own ending countless times... the piety of the prayers uttered in that situation, probably no one can compare to them.” The girl said softly.

“This…” Nan Yin was completely surprised this time. So… the original owner knew the truth about this world?

"No... you misunderstood." Perhaps the girl knew Nan Yin's thoughts, she shook her head and continued, "Before you came, the world was not like this."

"At that time... the world was dead."

"I will send Jiang Mi to hell that night, and I will also be judged by the so-called male protagonist that night, because I am just a... cannon fodder, right."

"All of this is constant and cannot be changed. The conversation between two characters, the number of people passing through the intersection in an hour... those are all fixed."

After the girl finished speaking, she looked at Tianshu next to her, while the girl in gorgeous clothes remained silent.

“Each dimension of a work will develop according to constant rules before encountering new changes. No one changes it. Everyone is a puppet.”

"Until one day, the original Nan Yin awakened in the constant tragedy. She let out a continuous loop of mourning. Among the many puppets, she was the only one who made a sound."

"Then, you came and the world began to come to life and it began to work."

After Tianshu finished speaking, Nanyin finally understood. It was like a script. A script is always dead, but one day a famous director and actors will film the script into a work, and then the script will come alive.