Sell her soul to the devil for three years. After that, she will be free, embrace all that and become a new self and a new world.
Take a deep breath, ye Ning's mind, immediately appeared Ye Jingyan's expression.
The expression of his conversation with Ye Qingqing and the expression of his conversation with her.
The very different eyes.
Ye Ning closed his eyes, grabbed the pill, and put it directly into his mouth!
She didn't even drink water, so she went on.
The man sitting on the "throne" applauded Ye Ning with satisfaction.
"Pa, PA, PA..." The man waved his hand and looked back a little, and his subordinates understood it immediately.
He ordered people to take out all the rituals and things needed to join them.
A badge of identity, location and communication, a large black robe, and some internal communication tools.
Then yening was taken down.
The first step is to change Ye Ning's appearance into Ye Qingqing.
Her background has been very similar, whether it is facial features or body shape, or even voice. No wonder, ye Jingyan will her as a stand in, in the short term to see very satisfied.
For a man like Ye Jingyan, who knows Ye Qingqing very well, if he doesn't have a lot of similarities, he can't cheat himself with this.
The process of adjusting appearance is much simpler than ye Ning imagined.
Their technology, than the plastic surgery hospital to hundreds of times, with the instrument Ye Ning never seen.
She was anesthetized and felt pulled on her face. She was about to sleep.
And then there was a lot of training.
They don't know where to find countless Ye Qingqing's documentaries. Some were at the party, some were at home on her birthday, some were taken by herself, and others were taken secretly.
Ye Ning observes her every move from small to big, and has a touch of vision in her heart.
Ye Qingqing's life is really like that in a TV play.
Brilliant, dazzling and gorgeous, always the focus of the crowd, the existence of the stars.
She learned a little bit, as if they were not fast enough.
Then, I put something in her head.
Since then, she felt as if she had a strange memory. The memory gradually merged with her own body. When she learned all the noble etiquette and smile, it was as simple as recalling and reviewing the past.
The next morning, several men opened the door of Ye Qingqing.
She was shocked, but her pupils seemed to have lost their focal length, completely becoming what they should have been on the first day of the experiment.
Sure enough, this time she had little response to anything they said.
Just when they took the glass of water, they began to struggle frantically.
Ye Qingqing can hardly feel what he is doing.
I just feel confused, the whole person seems to be wrapped in something, numb and stiff.
She felt as if someone was asking her a question.
Her brain couldn't move, almost subconsciously, and uttered something.
The heart, an uncontrolled rapid beat.
Ye Qingqing vaguely has a trace of consciousness in pulling himself, almost to split his spirit.
It's just that the words have been spoken.