Ye Wanru was frightened, her eyes were confused, as if Ye Lan who was approaching step by step was like a monster, her hand holding the whip was shaking, and with a shake, the whip fell to the ground.

"Strange, monster! Ye Lan is a monster!"

Ye Lan looked at Ye Wanru who fled far away, and put her hand on her chest. There used to be a heart of icy shrapnel, but at this moment it was pulsing powerfully - she was reborn, in this Fengtian Continent where the strong are respected.

She couldn\'t help but return to before occupying this body - at that time, she was seriously injured and trapped in a presidential room... With the last bit of consciousness, she pressed the bomb controller in her hand...

The heat wave of the bomb blast was overwhelming.

But, in the chaos, time seems to stand still.

The glass shattered, the shards flew, and pieces were suspended in the air, shining in the roaring fire; the furniture burst into countless sawdust.

She saw herself flying out of the window, floating still in the air of the thirty-two-story building, and seeing the fire fox and the gang in black rushing to the door, the fear of death was frozen on their faces.

Suddenly, the picture twisted and rotated like a vortex, and shrank suddenly, Ye Lan felt that she was sucked into the center of the vortex by a force.

The world turned white.

Her face was a little cold, she reached out and wiped it, it turned out to be snow, and it was snowing heavily; she felt that her body was very light, drifting with the cold wind.

At this time, Ye Lan saw a mother and daughter in the snow. The mother was bruised and bruised and protected the little girl under her, but she didn\'t know that the daughter under her had long since died.

Next to their little corpses, two small white bread buns covered with shoe prints rolled down, and the people around them laughed horribly...

Ye Lan couldn\'t hear what they were talking about. There was only a howling cold wind in the whole world. The wind carried her, who was as thin as a cicada\'s wings, and fell on the little girl.

She raised her eyes to look at the young girl, and what caught her eye was a face exactly like her own...

"We have the same name and surname, and we even look the same. It\'s our fate to think about it."

Ye Lan raised her head towards the void, her temples covered with snowflakes, "Don\'t worry, I won\'t let Ye Wanru go easily. Ye Lan owes you everything, and I, Ye Lan, will take it back together!"

She lowered her eyes and gritted her teeth, "If you want them, you will pay the debt with blood!"

Ye Lan heard a sigh from the void, and knew that the original owner of this body had made a wish, and the reincarnation was back.

In her previous life, Ye Lan carried a corpse for a few kilometers on foot, which was not a problem at all.

However, when she carried the woman to the back mountain a few miles away, it was bumpy all the way, and it took a long time to reach her destination.

Ye Lan sat on a stone panting, pounding her sore arms and feet that had blisters.

This body is too weak, coupled with the long-term hunger and cold, it has long been overwhelmed, and now it is still covered with bruises.

She gritted her teeth, stood up, and found a phoenix fern to cover her mother to block the growing snow. She found another hard stone and began to dig the ground.

At this time, Ye Lan stopped what she was doing and listened carefully to the surroundings. Suddenly, she aimed at a sara tree a hundred paces away and smashed the stone in her hand fiercely.

"Who? Come out!"

Ye Lan stood up straight, her eyes gleaming coldly, the calmness and silence in her eyes made the person who was hiding in the dark also startled.

"The girl is really a good trick. If I react slower, this stone will hit my brain straight!"

A masked man in a black gown stepped out from behind the tree.

Ye Lan took a closer look at the masked man. He was more than eight feet tall, with a slender figure, sharpened sword eyebrows, a pair of phoenix eyes, long and sinister, and under the thick eyelashes, the eyes were deep.

The man was also looking at Ye Lan, under the veil, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The girl in front of her was only sixteen years old, with delicate bones, closed body in gauze, and scars that could be blown away softly by a gust of wind. thing.

In this small body, it seems that there is a sleeping monster living, and even if it is injured, it is extremely explosive.

He exclaimed, "Fun, interesting!"

"Who are you? What are you doing sneaking behind a tree?"

Ye Lan asked sharply, but her eyes were fixed on the stone thrown in the man\'s hand, beware of his next move.

She thought to herself that this man would have something to do with Ye Wanru, "Ye Wanru sent you here? Want to kill me?"

"Kill me... I\'m afraid it won\'t be that easy!" Ye Lan said, ready to attack.

The man shook his head lightly, and the long shirt and plain clothes couldn\'t stop him from being cold and arrogant, "You are too weak, you are not worthy of my shot..."

Before he could finish speaking, the masked man only felt Qinghao floating beside him, and Ye Lan came to him, close at hand.

She held a bone hairpin in her hand, and the blunted tip of the hairpin was actually sharp; looking through her flowing blue silk, the mountain behind was white, everything was silent, and Xueluo was silent...

"A weapon like this can\'t hurt me!"

The man flicked his sleeves, and the bone hairpin on Ye Lan\'s hand was knocked off and flew out, sinking into the pine tree trunk beside him.

Ye Lan quickly stopped, kicked the tree trunk with both feet, did a backflip, and landed firmly on the ground. She looked at the bone hairpin, which was three points into the wood, and was shocked: What a strong force!

The blunted bone hairpin, with her wrist strength, would have no problem cutting the man\'s throat, but before Ye Lan could make a move, the hairpin flew out.

Ye Lan was standing in the snow, the wound on her arm that Ye Wanru had pulled out was bleeding again because of the beating just now, blood dripped, and the snow was mottled with red plums.

"Your injury? Does it matter?"

From the point of view of others, it is absolutely impossible for a person to be injured and fight, let alone a woman.

Her outstretched hand was too swift, even though she was injured, she was still flexible. When she saw that the weapon in the woman\'s hand was actually a blunt bone hairpin, a trace of surprise flashed in the man\'s eyes.

Ye Lan glanced sideways, indifferently.

The pain of the torn wound was nothing to her. Before performing tasks, the wound was truly terrifying. Because of being trapped in the jungle, the wound was repeatedly soaked in rain, turning white and long with maggots.

"Who the hell are you?"

Ye Lan remembered that the man just waved his sleeves, only to feel a surge of anger, his wrist was sore and weak, and he let go of his palm without realizing it, and the bone hairpin fell.

She thought to herself that this person is by no means an ordinary person, and now she is in a continent that advocates spiritual cultivation. Spiritualists are of the first to ninth ranks, and each rank is seven, and the one with the highest rank is the king.

Perhaps, the man in front of him is a spirit.

Ye Lan still didn\'t understand what was so special about the so-called spirits, so she had to be more vigilant.

She asked, "Are you a spiritual practitioner?"

"Afraid?" The masked man chuckled, "If you\'re afraid, just stop peacefully and bury your mother well..."

However, the man knew that the stubborn and arrogant girl in front of him would not give up. Sure enough, Ye Lan was ready to attack again.