Wei Zhi died twice.
Once, when I was twelve years old, the rebel army trampled the palace of the Wei Kingdom to pieces, and the golden branches and jade leaves were reduced to a little beggar that everyone could bully;
Once, when she was sixteen, she discovered that the master who saved her and protected her was actually Xie Ling, the most favored prince of the enemy country.
Wearing his old skin, he taught her the art of killing bones and killing her, using her as a blade to stir up the turmoil in Beijing.
She clenched the dagger she had stabbed at her enemy, pressed it against his heart and smiled softly:
"Master, between the two skins, which one is the real you?"
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Xie Ling is used to acting.
Play the role of a beggar, a fortune teller, and her most loyal supporter.
But the moment she tore off his disguise, she shattered the unbreakable shackles with her own hands:
Jiangshan is hired? No, I want to tear this prosperous world of cannibalism apart with you and create a new world.
