In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

The wantonly blooming soapberry petals all died in the thunderstorm that they were powerless to resist. The innocence all over the ground was cursing her indefensible severed tongue. No one cared how much pain she was in living on the road of revenge:

"You watched me suffer, but you didn't dare to get to the bottom of it. You were afraid of death, you were afraid they would kill you. You just watched me, a five-year-old with my skin torn and wounded, die unjustly in the dark power, and you stood high on the golden platform and acted as an executioner watching the fire from the other side of the river! You killed me!"

"How can a heartless butcher like you deserve to sleep peacefully at night? You deserve to be haunted by nightmares every night. I hate you!"

Heavy rain beat down on the half-broken soapberry tree, and the thought of resurrection died on the last spring day.

The little girl who was tied to the soapberry tree and beaten grabbed Mu Jinan's hair, ignoring the pain on her bleeding scalp and just hysterically begging for revenge without hope:

"Mu Jinan, I'm in pain, please save me!"

"Mu Jinan, you are the one who is hurt, can you please save yourself?"

"Boom!" With a loud bang, lightning struck and tore the two Mu Jinan in her body apart. Only Mu Jinan, covered in blood, stood in front of the broken mirror.

The dark clouds in the sky began to disperse, and the white soapberry flowers danced in the wind, covering the darkness that was pressing down on the light.

The sky is clear and white tonight, with stars dotted all over the sky. A faint light shines from the candlelight on the table far away in the river.

Xie Chibei was writing a letter, his vigorous and powerful handwriting concealed his unyielding fight for redemption.

"She must have seen the villain."

"Now that she knows that I have been cruel and vicious since I was a child, will she still be happy with me?"

"I'm not perfect, the perfect one is me, Mu Jinan."

The boy's always impeccable and perfect image had a little flaw. He saw the frightened look on Mu Jinan's face when he saw the person with broken limbs. It seemed that he was afraid of him and wanted to stay away from him.

Just like when he was in Quhe, he lit a lamp at night and looked at Mu Jinan who had just woken up from a nightmare. Her fragile eyes, which concealed her inferiority, were slightly drooped.

Mu Jinan didn't want him to see the cruel way he killed Guiren, and he didn't want Mu Jinan to see how he chopped off the limbs of the evil man. They all wanted to maintain a good image in front of the people they cared about.

Another thing is that he saw her true nature when Mu Jinan killed Xiao Wan. She was too kind.

A kind person will not kill anyone. Every time he kills someone, he is forced to do so and is slaughtering his own heart!

Then let him be the executioner, the invisible sword to her, cutting off the limbs of the evildoers and killing them!

He did not turn the wicked men into human pigs, but left their ears, tongues and eyes intact, so that they could see with their own eyes that the little girl they had bullied had come back to kill them.

Her Tiger Killing Knife can be herself or her Xie Chibei.

He wouldn't allow Mu Jinan to push him away, not even an inch.

How could a cruel man like him let go of such a perfect little fox?

He wants to be greedy for her happiness and the rest of her life!

Since she doesn't want him to see it, then he won't see it. He just has to do it.

Mu Jinan must see with his own eyes that the evildoers are punished, so that he may have fewer nightmares.

"Yao Ruo, don't be afraid when you see them!"

The crumpled piece of paper lay under the lantern in the dark night, and silent care whispered in Mu Jinan's ears. The light of salvation continued to shine through the dark tunnel onto Mu Jinan's head.

The young girl disappeared in the cry for help, and she found her enemy in the kindness that the boy had hidden for many years.

Cha Heng told the whole story: "When I sneaked into the palace, the evil couple was tied up in the yard, so I brought them here."

Mu Jinan looked at the slave-owning couple who had been tortured and interrogated by Xie Chibei.

Every inch of their bodies were covered with the wounds she had received from being whipped, and their limbs that had done evil had been chopped off by Xie Chibei.

On the night of Quhe's first snow, Xie Chibei said that he killed the slave-owning couple. At that moment, he wanted to protect her dignity that she didn't want to be pryed at. He always did many things for her in secret.

When she set out from Xuanzhou, Xie Chibei might have already known her whereabouts, which was why he sent assassins wearing white masks to follow her all the way.

Block the enemy's arrow when it is fired directly at her.

In order to find out the truth for her, he actually hid the evil couple for ten years.

At that time, Xie Chibei hated her for torturing him with poison for five years.

She struggled on the edge of morality and viciousness, and Xie Chibei was also tormented by the hatred of kindness and revenge.

They are like wild beasts trapped in the same iron cage, and in the life-and-death struggle, they will never give up their claws to kill each other.

But Xie Chibei let it go on his own initiative, and he protected her with his sharpened claws that he had used to scare her.

They all wore masks of disguise, refusing to show weakness, cry, or actually kill each other.

Xie Chibei placed the villain in a place where he could be easily found, and was willing to leave Heyuan, also wanting her to face her humiliating past alone.

He understood her pitiful self-esteem and how she maintained her beautiful appearance despite her ugliness being known to everyone.

The slave owner's wife's head, face, and every inch of her injured skin were being trampled hard, and her bloody face had a distorted expression.

She wanted to speak: "It hurts, kill me!"

"Crack! Crack!"

Cha Heng whipped the two of them severely with a sheepskin whip. He had never seen how the young Mu Jinan was beaten, but he remembered the scars on Mu Jinan's face. Those were the grief that the woman and the Yuhe tribe left in Mu Jinan's heart.

The spy picked up a bucket of salt water and poured it all over the woman.

"Ah!" The woman's body tied to the wooden stake suddenly jumped up in shock. Cold sweat of pain slid down her forehead and blue veins seemed to burst out of her flesh.

Her body felt like it was rolling on a sword standing in a frying pan. Every inch of it felt burning and stinging. The unbearable pain made her incontinent.

When the "cruel" salt water comes into contact with a rotten body and the branding iron leaves marks on the skin and flesh, how can a person still want to live?

Mu Jinan did not forget that the woman had burned her knee with pliers, and she wanted to thank Xie Chibei for punishing the evildoer on her behalf.

There was no healthy area on the woman's body. No one knew whether she was numb from the pain or she was almost out of breath.

Her soul floating in the dark night wanted to go to hell, but the King of Hell didn't want her. He thought she had polluted the road to hell through mountains of swords and seas of fire, so the strongest revenge he could have was to torture her half-dead.

How comfortable it is to be dead, without senses and sins. Do the wicked deserve a good death?

The spy fed the woman ginseng through the gap of the cloth ball, and she raised her hand and slapped the woman on the face twice: "You bitch, you wasted my ginseng!"

Mu Jinan lifted the woman's chin with the Feng Feixue sword. She looked like she had been tortured countless times, but still refused to speak.

Xie Chibei wouldn't be unable to find the answer, unless?

Mu Jinan lowered his eyes and stared into the woman's eyes: "Where is your original household registration? What's your name?"

Spy took the cloth out of the woman's mouth. She held her teeth with both hands. She didn't feel any pain. She was a little surprised: "Where are your teeth?"