Chapter 1292

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

She struggled to survive in hell, watching her partners die one by one. She was covered with warm blood and looked at the target lying at her feet with cold eyes.

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"If you steal, you must learn how to steal people's lives."

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When her hands were covered with blood, she learned to steal everything.

Money, jewelry Life.

She is no longer the first thief in the organization. She has become a sword to steal people's lives.

However, she is only willing to admit that she is a thief

Trance between the past, back to the mind, Shen Yanxiao in the sound of breathing to wake up.

She, still in the small shed, saw only a wooden table and the incense burner with wisps of smoke.

"Damn, it's such a test. It's boring." Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath, never looked at the censer again, turned around and walked towards the outside of the shed.

The result of the test is that the determination of the nature of mind is to use the fragrance to recall the worst memory in their soul, to collapse or to face it calmly.

Shen Yanxiao walked out of the shed. The sun was shining and the wind was blowing. In front of her eyes, there was no reinforced concrete building, but only a piece of green.

Shen Yanxiao's mouth slightly raised a smile.

The elves are very smart. Many of the measurement items added by the silver moon guard are aimed at pollution. Only a firm heart can resist the negative emotions from pollution to the maximum extent.

However, all of this is meaningless to Shen Yanxiao.

She has gone through hell, this world, what else can't she face?

Looking at the spirit standing outside the shed, Shen Yanxiao asked as usual, "have I passed?"

The spirit looked at Shen Yanxiao a little surprised. He knew what the determination of mind and nature was. The expression of each spirit who had been tested before when he left was very ugly.

But Shen Yanxiao's face was very calm.

"You passed."