Chapter 1292 (1/2)

In the empty shed, there is only a small wooden table and a incense burner slowly rising a wisp of fragrance.

That breath, elegant sweet, not into the nose to dissipate fatigue.

Shen Yanxiao looked at the strange decoration and squinted slightly.

There seems to be a drip in my ear.

The picture in front of us is blurry in an instant.

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It was night, silent. Shen Yanxiao stood on the empty street and watched the tall buildings on both sides of the road. The cold winter wind blew like a sharp blade, mercilessly blowing away every minute of her body's temperature.

Skinny little body, tightly wrapped in thin clothes, the wind raged, her little face was frozen white.

Hunger spread all over her body, and she did not know how long she had not eaten.

The city under the shadow of night is dead.

She stood there alone, looking at the empty street.

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”I'm good at it. If you don't want to starve, I'll give you a chance.”

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”Life or death depends on your own creation.”

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”It's a good job, but you've wasted ten minutes. Hit.”

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The picture in front of us is like a lantern in the soul, passing by page by page, each scene makes Shen Yanxiao's back cold.

It was her previous life, a homeless child who was about to starve to death, until she was taken back by the organized people. She thought she finally saw the hope of life, but found that all this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

Stealing, killing, death