National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

In the three time and space nodes of the First Continent, the Second Continent and the Ninth Heaven where the flow of time is synchronized, any violation of the rules may cause spiritual power disorder and threaten the path of promotion of the Heavenly Dao!

And when she heard the system's explanation again, she completely understood one thing!

The first generation of Heavenly Dao of the First Continent was eroded by the power of resentment, so His negative emotions began to gradually increase, and slowly, He developed an emotion called "greed".

He wanted to increase his control over the world and even more wanted to cultivate a human body, so he held the rules firmly in his own hands and gave no chance to outsiders.

This includes Su Mohui, who was reborn in this world because of the system, and the new Heavenly Dao sent by the cosmic consciousness after it noticed that there was a problem with the first generation of Heavenly Dao.

So, when Su Mohui's consciousness fell into this body, she was drawn into a vortex of chaos, and her past memories quickly leaked out from between her fingers like quicksand!

Ever since she was a young child and gradually gained intelligence, she has been trapped in this small world, immersed in the biting cold for nine years.

The cold eyes and harsh treatment in the inner courtyard of the mansion follow her like a shadow, the coarse linen clothes rub her tender skin, and the cold and hard meals fill her hungry stomach. Every day stretches out in long suffering and hopelessness, like being stuck in a quagmire. The more she struggles, the more she is engulfed by suffering. The glory of the past has all become a bubble, leaving only the dull and miserable years unfolding before her eyes.

Su Mohui now looked at herself in the bronze mirror. The red spider lily on her forehead emitted a silver star-like light, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

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

The sun outside the window gradually set in the west. Su Mohui sat on the couch, feeling her strength revive while using her spiritual power to restore her hair. Tsk, this dry and frizzy hair is too ugly.

The mist on Huiyue's newly cleaned bronze mirror hadn't yet dissipated when she faintly heard the intermittent cracking of whips outside the window. At that moment, the white cat suddenly leaped from her lap, its beautiful pupils shrinking to slits.

That is, the direction of the front yard.

The hand that was tightly gripping the wooden comb suddenly loosened, revealing a few dry and yellow hairs stuck between her teeth, evidence of the original owner's long-term malnutrition.

The system prompt sounded from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, this time with a noise like metallic friction.

Su Mohui pressed her temples, trying to suppress the dizziness brought on by the flood of more fragmented memories. She looked down at her wrist, where two circles of light golden rings were faintly visible. These were the marks of the seal between the first generation of Tiandao and the original owner's consciousness.

"Huiyue, prepare some water." She suddenly stood up and walked towards the yard. When she spoke, her voice was three points lower than usual.

The maid who was tidying up the basin suddenly looked up, the copper basin in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, and she knelt down tremblingly: "Miss?"

When the girl fell to her knees, Su Mohui caught a glimpse of the new whip marks on the back of her neck. They were the punishment Li Qiuyue left yesterday for spilling the soup.

Su Mohui helped Huiyue up, a trace of heartache appeared in her eyes, but there was a cold light between her brows. It was the vicissitudes of ninety-nine reincarnations, mixed with the solemnity of the battlefield a thousand years ago. "Don't be afraid, just boil some water here and wait for me."

At this moment, she heard a servant's scream from the front yard: "Young Master Qi has fainted!" Immediately afterwards, Li Qiuyue's curses exploded: "Idiots! Who told you to hit me so hard?"

Su Mohui inserted the wooden comb into her bun, but the low-quality wooden hairpin that the original owner usually used now shone faintly between her fingers. At the same time, the white cat suddenly jumped onto the windowsill, and the silver ornaments around its neck reflected a string of star patterns, which was the communication code in the system boss's reincarnation seal.

"Miss, where are you going?" Huiyue chased after her, basin in hand, only to see a thin figure turning the winding corridor. In the twilight, Su Mohui's skirt brushed the moss on the bluestone slabs, startling a few dormant crickets.

A draught, carrying the young man's shrill cries, lashed through the moonlit door, slicing through the dusk like a rusty knife. The young man in brocade clothes collapsed on the blue brick floor, the gold-rimmed jade pendant with the Chinese character "Qi" at his waist twitching and banging against the ground, emitting a faint whine.

Li Qiuyue clutched a brand new silk handkerchief and stood at the intersection of light and shadow. Her jade bracelet made a crisp sound against the door frame. In a daze, she looked at Su Mohui who was walking slowly towards her, and her eyes were filled with shock and fear.

"Auntie, are you worried about the affairs of the Qi Mansion?" Su Mohui suddenly stopped and her eyes fell lightly on the twined branches on the pillars.

The wild girl who should have been timid and submissive was now surrounded by a sense of oppression that made her heart palpitate. The girl's tone actually carried some of the majesty of the Queen Mother of the West when she went into battle alone.

The setting sun gilded Su Mohui's figure, making her features look even colder. As Li Qiuyue retreated, she bumped into the blue brick wall. The cold touch brought her back to her senses, and she realized with shock that she had been forced into such a predicament by a young girl!

"Lord Qi's brother-in-law is in charge of the Imperial Capital Academy..." Su Mohui took half a step closer, and the faint scent of medicine mixed with the smell of gunpowder wafted towards her face, reminding Li Qiuyue of the rotting corpses on the battlefield.

The girl suddenly chuckled, her voice so cold it could freeze into frost and snow: "If the Qi family knew that the young master was injured in the Su family, Sister Mo Lin's admission quota would be in jeopardy..."

The end of her voice dissipated in the wind, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting Li Qiuyue's heart.

"You..." She was about to explode, but saw Su Mohui take out a blood-stained silk handkerchief from her sleeve - it was the one she used to wipe the boy's face this morning.

"How about this," Su Mohui stuffed the handkerchief into Li Qiuyue's hand, and gently stroked the jade on her wrist with her small hand, "Let's say the boy was naughty and encountered a wild cat on the street corner and was scratched. He was rescued in time by the guards of the mansion."

When Li Qiuyue touched the lotus pattern embroidered on the edge of the handkerchief, she suddenly realized that this was the item she had handed to Su Mohui not long ago to wipe the boy's wound.

What made her even more frightened was that when the girl's warm fingertips stroked the jade bracelet, they pressed accurately on the most fragile crack - that was the secret that she had specially repaired with the gold inlay jade technique after it was broken last month.

She took a half step closer and lowered her voice: "If Master Qi asks, just mention the brocade cloth you sent me last winter—"

The sound of carriages and horses could be heard in the distance, and Li Qiuyue's face turned pale. She suddenly remembered that this concubine, whom she had treated like a piece of dirt, now reflected in her eyes the vortex of people's hearts.

What shocked her even more was that the brocade hairpin that Su Mohui mentioned was exactly the birthday gift she had privately given to Madam Qi three months ago and had never told anyone else about it.

As the dusk soaked through the vermilion lacquered pillars like ink, Su Mohui stood in front of the Su Mansion's hanging flower gate, her dark skirt sweeping across the winding water marks on the bluestone slabs.

"Hui Yue, take my jade hairpin." The moment she turned around, her wide sleeves swept across the bronze wind chime array hanging from the ceiling to the ground. Twelve bronze bells were hung on the gilded chain in the order of the twelve Earthly Branches. At this moment, with the airflow brought by her sleeves, they actually collided with the ancient rhythm of the Nine Palaces of "Luo Shu".

The sound of the clappers hitting each other was as clear as a chime, startling the crows perched on the eaves. The fluttering of their wings was faintly mixed with the humming of metallic vibrations.

The little maid stumbled back to the east wing and fished out the jade hairpin wrapped in plain silk from the bottom of the sandalwood box. The relic, tightly clutched by the original owner's biological mother before her death, now detached from the brocade, let out a clear cry like a phoenix.

The surface of the warm rhino horn jade was covered with an amber halo, and the golden threads flowing between the lines were like living things. The moment Su Mohui's fingertips touched the hairpin, the entire hairpin suddenly glowed, making her pale face look like a banished immortal.