Chapter 3 – Asura Stepped Out From h.e.l.l
There are a split second of silence in the room, everyone was stunned by the immediate scene.
“She…did she died?” Someone opened the cage dragged her out to probe her breath.
“Smelly girl, refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, really a bad luck!” One of them ruthlessly kicked the little girl’s body, unhappily spit out a mouthful of saliva, “What a pity, there was only this furnace today, ruined I, your father’s good mood!”
Old Jiang squatting on the ground, touched the little girl’s smooth skin to measuring the smoothness, “Even though she can’t match equally to the furnace, but this body’s soft skin to be peeled off to make a human skin drum also good.…”
His statement not yet finished, Old Jiang’s hand on the little girl’s body suddenly froze.
His pair muddy eyes came in contact with a pair pitch black like h.e.l.l of phoenix eyes.
“She….she didn’t die!” Someone exclaimed.
The next moment, everyone heard Old Jiang uttered a miserable howl: “Ah Ah—-!! My Hand! My hand—-!!”
It appeared Old Jiang’s hand that originally caressed the little girl’s hand now were drooping, his elbow below was flexible as if it didn’t have bones. ‘It was actually…..actually all the bones was crushed.’
Everyone stiffened in the place for a moment, stunned looking at the uncomplete clothed little girl slowly stood up.
Obviously just a moment ago such a weakling and crying slave was s.h.i.+vering in the cage, but now she is like Asura that had stepped out from h.e.l.l.
Her blood on the forehead flowed down was similar to a red poppy in full bloom.
Gloomy and cold energy overcast in the air, a dense of mist were diffused inside the room, as if a Death G.o.d waved down the sickle, make people instinct in feared.
“You….who are you?”
The speaking voice barely fall down when suddenly a sharp cold blade flashed through. Soon as a ‘ka la’ sounded, there was a person’s neck that had been cut off , his eyes wide open, cutting off his breathe.
“You….you don’t come—-!”
“Quick, call the Gluttonous House’s guards!”
In the examination room of the auction products was in a great mess. These people run away franticly, even had forgotten that they themselves is the first rank Qi Refining of the martial arts pract.i.tioner. Also had forgotten the fact that a moment ago, that slave who was timidly and trembling inside the cage was their responsibility that they bullied and humiliated.
However, is there someone who can escaped from the Death G.o.d’s sickle?
No one!
Everyone feel a burst of piercing cold wind swept pa.s.s them, there’s no enough time to react, suddenly came an intense pain in their neck, in a blink of an eyes they all lose consciousness.
In ten breaths, merely just ten short breaths, and this room was already filled with dead peoples, a noiseless scenario.
The little girl’s barefooting, stepped on among one dead body, icy cold expression and gloomy eyes, whispering: “Still needed a thousand of year to harm me, I, He Xi has live once again.”
Gluttonous House of the Yan Jing city. There was a weak and pitiful slave who had been bullied and humiliated until died, once again opened her eyes, already become the gold medal a.s.sa.s.sin of the 21st century – He Xi.
The moment He Xi crossed over she got the former’s memory.
The former of this body was called Nalan He Xi, coincidentally, they have the same name.
However, the former’s life so much different from He Xi. Nalan He Xi was born in the kingdom that respected the martial force and cultivator of the Jin Ling Kingdom. Her father is the world famous doctor, but she is the trash with crippled spiritual root. Don’t mention she had cultivation technique, she even hadn’t learned any medical innate talent.
Nalan He Xi birth mother died after giving birth to her, when she was child her step mother a.s.signed her to the separated shabby courtyard to emerge and perish on her own. The evil slaves in the separated courtyard saw her as had no authority and power, also the trash, thus they deducted her food and clothes expenses, even often abused her, so she be inferior with the slaves.
But even has been like this, people in the Nalan Family never let her off.