I am the Creator of Mythology

Qian Shanxue began martial arts at the age of three. At the age of twelve, she became a leftist vanguard of the Northern Army in Daganguo Town. In just six years, a silver gun in her hand picked off a total of twenty-three generals from the Northern Liang Kingdom.

Because he wore a ghost mask made of silver every time he appeared, he could be called: The silver face kills the gods!

Uh ...

Dagan country, town north waiting house.

It was late autumn, and the sunset was reddening the sky. Two bluebirds flew through the air and squeaked toward the white towel hanging on the red gate of Zhufu.

Inside the waiting house, on the roof of an inner house, Qian Shanxue gently lifted a tile under his feet and looked at a young man lying on the bed in the house.

The young man's looks are very handsome, but his face looks a little pale, his eyes are closed, and his forehead is dripping with fine sweat.

No accident, the youth is sick!

"It looks strange and beautiful, and you don't want to kill it to be ruined by others!" Qian Shanxue's mouth rose slightly, and killing was a habit she had long been accustomed to, without any discomfort.

However, despite the long battle on the battlefield, Qian Shanxue's face does not have any fierce atmosphere, but the skin is snowy and eye-catching, not like the killing **** who slaughtered on the battlefield, but more like living deep Boudoir girl.

Take a look at Renren City, then Gu Renren.

Few people know that the silver-faced **** of murder on the battlefield will have such a 'feeling beauty', but this beautiful face will soon be covered by a black scarf.

Qian Shanxue pressed one hand on the flying knife around her waist, and as soon as she was about to start, two subtle footsteps came from her ears, as well as the sound of prayer.

"King steward, please ... I'm scared, young master ..."

"What are you afraid of? I will support you for the big thing! As long as this sick **** is dead, who else in this house can know what is happening today? If you do, you will get three hundred and twenty silver. If you do n’t stay in the waiting house at that time, you can have a lifetime of worry if you go outside! "

"It seems to kill Yan Ning, isn't it just me?" Qian Shanxue moved slightly, and then there were a few weak screams in the inner room of the footsteps.

"who am I?"

"where am I?"

"I ... what's the third question?"

"Yan Ning is awake?" Qian Shanxue looked into the room again, and even if she temporarily released the flying knife, she lowered her body and listened carefully to the movement in the room.

"Well? I'm the young master of Zhenbei, or the first heir of the marquis? The family has money, food, and land. My father also took charge of the 80,000 town Beitie ride, Weizhen Beichuan Wufu? Yes. This is to be a sister-in-law! "Yan Ning's voice sounded again.

"Amnesia?" Qian Shanxue frowned slightly.

等等 "Wait, what seems wrong? My dad is dead?" Yan Ning sat up fiercely.

"It seems ... amnesia?" Qian Shanxue frowned.

哇 "Wow, it ’s so exciting to come up. Also, this world seems to be a high martial arts world. Demons and monsters are born of misfortune. Sages can break mountains and rivers. The main thing is that I ca n’t martial arts at all?"

"Did you know?"

"I still have a marriage contract, which was finalized three months ago by my dead dad. Ning Yuan's only daughter, the super-genius girl Qian Shanxue?"

"..." Qianshan Xue.

"This start is too familiar, right? Which silly author wrote it? Based on my ten years of novel reading experience, and now I start with this plot, in all likelihood, I want to make a pug?"

"..."

"Through the army of 30 million, today is a day full of flowers, genres are like cattle hair, what kind of farming flow, heavens flow, flow, soft rice flow, extreme flow, learning flow ... but I This is quite obvious. If this is not a waste material stream, I will broadcast live chop birds! "

"Chopping birds?" Qian Shanxue took a moment to stumble, and for a moment was a little confused: "Is this beautiful fiance, what other hobbies do you have?"

"..."

"Crunch!"

The door of the inside house was pushed open.

A family member in Tsing Yi walked into the room, holding a bowl of Chinese medicine just cooked, but his legs were trembling a little.

coming!

He came with poison!

Qian Shanxue can guess the next story, but she did not mean to stop, but chose to continue to watch patiently.

"Master, you ... are you awake? Let's drink the medicine while it's hot." The Tsing Yi family put the wooden plate on the table and approached Yanning with the medicine bowl.

"Feeding medicine when you come up? This is really more and more familiar with the dog blood plot, but unfortunately not Pan Jinlian, otherwise you can feel the green mood, but this plot of waste material flow, I can even memorize Come out, in general, if it is Yahuan feeding medicine, it is a close-kill, belonging to the harem +1, if it is Jiading, it is usually ... evil slave. "Yan Ning said in his mouth.

"Master, what did you say?" Tsing Yi's family face sweated and shivered and handed the medicine bowl forward.

"Bold dog minion, why do you poison me? Who directed you ?!" Yan Ning yelled, and at the same time, he swiped the medicine bowl to the ground with a wave of his right hand.

Regardless of his good or bad, to be safe, let's start with a fright.

As for spilling a bowl of medicine ...

Big deal fry.

"呯!"

The peony bowl dropped to the ground.

Some acrid breath spread slightly.

Tsing Yi's face turned pale and was seen through? The young master knew that the medicine was poisonous!

"Oh ... Master, forgive me, it's not me who will kill you!" The trembling legs of the Tsing Yi family can no longer stand, and they knelt down with a splash.

"Sure enough, everything is under control!" Yan Ning sneered, guessing the story of the dog blood without any difficulty.

Do you dare to innovate?

Little Master Ye, I have watched 387 cross-fiction novels, and I am a super talent who is proficient in 9,274 routines. Would you just use this to fool me?

Tong Yanning looked at the Tsing Yi family member who was paralyzed in front of her, and looked up at 45 degrees.

However, Qian Shanxue was slightly surprised, because the Tsing Yi family was obviously Yanning's personal waiter. Under normal circumstances, Yanning should not doubt.

"It's not that you are trying to harm me, that is to say, you are being instructed?" In the room, Yan Ning spoke again. The quality of the goods in front of him was too bad, and he could set the master behind the scenes in no time.

"No ... no, no ... no ... no ... no one is at stake ..."

"Well, you are a bold dog slave, dare to murder the young master? Do you want to poison the young master? Who gave your dog courage, if I do n’t treat you right there today, my housekeeper is For nothing! "

When Yan Ning "intimidated torture", a person rushed in again outside the door, and rushed to the Tsing Yi family members in three or two steps.

"Butler Wang, I didn't ..."

"Stab!"

Before the words of the Tsing Yi family had been finished, a short knife had penetrated into the heart.

Very fast shot.

King steward's face sulking.

Suddenly, the family members in Tsing Yi clung to the sleeves of Wang's housekeeper, bleeding blood from their mouths, their eyes gradually lost their sight, and eventually fell to the ground.

It all happened very quickly.

Blood was sprayed on the ground.

The squatter room was filled with blood.

Wu Yanning confirmed that his eyes could not beat people.

However, this little difficulty does not affect the overall situation, everything is still under control.

"King steward, you ... did you kill someone?" Yan Ning immediately followed the counseling of 'Yan Ning' in her memory, looking very frightened, and kept back.

"Master Xiao was shocked. Fortunately, I heard the movement in the room. If I come one step further, the consequences will not be dared to think about it!" The steward Wang said as he pulled out the short knife.

"Father is gone, I am afraid ... steward Wang, why are you still holding the knife? You are about to lose the knife!" Yan Ning stepped back again.

"Master, don't be afraid, you see, I have put away the knife." Butler Wang immediately retracted the knife, but did not listen to Yan Ning's words, and threw the knife to the ground.

"This corpse?" Yan Ning's eyes moved, but instead of continuing to let the steward Wang follow his instructions, he pointed at the Tsing Yi family on the ground in horror again.

"It's okay, just a dog slave, I will throw him out. The young master is frail and sick, and he still needs to rest. When I finish processing, he will confess to his wife. I must find out the culprit behind the scenes and give the young master a confession." Looking at the panicked Yan Ning, then she bent down and grabbed the arm of the Tsing Yi family and pulled it outside.

But at this moment, Yan Ning, who was still frightened, had quietly walked from the bed to the back of Wang Butler.

Qian Shanxue's eyes lightened slightly.

Because, at her angle, she saw that while Yan Ning got out of bed, she also picked up a solid red stool full of buckets by the side of the bed.

"The first element of the waste material flow, get the hate value first!"

"咚!"

There was a muffled sound.

The red solid wood stool hit the head of Wang Butler.

The king's steward's body stiffened, and his face was full of disbelief. He wanted to look back at Yan Ning, and look at the young master who was so weak that he was too frightened to watch the chicken.

Alas, he hadn't had time to look back.

The second hit of the solid wood red stool came again.

"The second factor in killing and overstocking, we must remember to make up the knife!"

"咚!"

I murmured again.

The king's steward softened his legs and finally fell down unwillingly.

"As soon as it appears, you kill someone. Before I speak, you know that the drug is poisoned. Seriously ... Butler Wang, your acting skills are average!" Yan Ning looked at Wang Butler lonely, then Speak again: "Countless seniors who have passed through tell me from their successful experience that the harder the hatred is pulled, the faster the Golden Finger will come!"

Qi Yanning's voice is full of arrogance and wanton, because he firmly believes in an unchanging idea that hatred value and golden finger are an equal relationship.

This feeling that everything is under control is really wonderful. As the protagonist of the template passing through, it should be so simple and boring!

"Goldfinger? What is it?" Qian Shanxue had to make a series of question marks again, but outside rumors Yan Ning was weak and incompetent.

He seems untrue?

I was thinking, Yan Ning in the room started to mumble again.

"The system comes out, do n’t install it, I know you can hear it, I am the host of your choice, and soon show your functions. Is it an infinite upgrade system or a forced face-hit system? Is there a mall? It should be! My favorite is the three seconds of strong anticipation during the draw. "

"..."

装 "Pretend? You still pretend to continue, right? Come on, thank you, I am ready to accept the challenge!"

"Is it the wrong way to open it? It's okay ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ I'll change my posture and try again ... Grandpa, come out, I'm Yan Ning, your grandson you've never met!"

"... Strengthen!"

"Physical enhancement!"

"..."

"I feel enlightened ... I feel energetic ... Magic ... Mystery ... Tung Kung ... Turtle wave Qigong ..."

"Open the treasure chest! Open the novice package!"

"Grass, why don't you come out again, believe it or not I will kill you!"

"..."

One second, two seconds, three seconds ...

Ten seconds.

Qi Yanning stood still, staring at the king's housekeeper who had fainted on the ground. He was clearly in control. Why didn't the key golden finger come out in the end?

This is not right!

My hatred is clearly rising.

"Isn't the hatred enough? Well, steward Wang, I'm the master according to the rules, you're the servant, you're going to kill me ... then no wonder I am!" Yanning finished, and then picked up the wood again The stool hit the head of Wang Butler.

"咚!"

"Enough conflict?"

"咚!"

"Is the hatred full, are they dying, and the golden finger is not out yet?"

"咚!"

The squatter room was full of dull sounds.

Blood splattered.

Very cruel!

Qian Shanxue was the quiet splash of blood and Yan Ning's slightly sickly but extremely beautiful face: "At first glance at the strategy of poison, the shot was fierce enough, but I did not expect the husband's seemingly weak appearance What a domineering heart to hide! "

"It's with me ...

"It looks like it!"

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