The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 1
Night, black as thick ink.

A girl wearing a mask stands proudly in the dark night, surrounded by a strong smell of blood.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying at her feet, and the necks of the corpses were all wounded by sharp weapons, which was fatal with one blow.

Only a man in the distance had large and small knife wounds on his face and body. Every knife wound was cut to pieces, but he just avoided the fatal place.

"The organization cultivates you with heart and gives you the best. Why do you betray the organization?"

Staring fixedly at the girl in front of him, the man's words were full of unwillingness and humiliation.He never expected that he would be tortured to such an extent by a killer he had single-handedly trained.

"Okay?" Stepping forward slowly, the man's words hurt every nerve of her.

The organization really treated her very well. In order to make themselves their most useful killing tool, they even pulled off her nails one by one when she was very young, and then inserted the sharpest blades in their original positions.

The pain in the process is nothing, the most painful thing is that every time she kills, the blade inlaid on her ten fingers will make her feel so painful that she wants to die.

And all of this was caused by the man in front of him and his most beloved organization.

Standing still in front of the man, the girl lifted his chin with her fingertips.

The bright and thick liquid slid down with the fingertips, dyeing the bright star eyes under the copper mask into a red crescent: "Can't you see that every wound on your body is my wound?" Is it a trace left in return for your kindness?"

"Asshole, the organization won't let you go!"

Withdrawing his hand, he took off the copper mask on his face, his delicate cheeks shone with a slight chill under the moonlight.

"Let's make a bet, let's see when the organization can find you. The bet is..." The corners of the mouth slightly raised, and there was a deliberate pause, the beautiful arc was cold and bloodthirsty: "Your life!"

The last three words, the girl said every single word.

The sharp nails scratched across the man's ankle, and cruelly opened his hamstring, causing him to let out a scream of pain: "Ah... bastard, you killed me, you killed me..."

Letting the man cry out to the exhaustion, the girl remained unmoved.

Pulling the corner of the man's clothes, he wiped his hands until all the remaining blood on his fingers was wiped away, then he turned and left gracefully.

"Kill me, kill me!" Behind him, the man was covered in blood, his eyes full of humiliation stared at the girl's leaving back, and his angry voice echoed in the empty mountains: "Mo Li, what do you want?" I come back!"

"Mo Li, Jun Moli..."
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The moon and stars are sparse, and everything is silent.

Jun Moli gently closed his eyes, feeling that someone was close at hand, blowing cold air on her neck.

Slightly frowning, she struggled to open her eyes, and suddenly a weak female voice came from her ears: "Mo Li, don't blame my sister, this is for your own good."

There was a hint of a smile in the woman's voice.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the one who caught his eyes was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Seeing her wake up, the girl stared wide-eyed in horror as if she had seen a ghost: "You... aren't you dead?"

Indifferently glanced at the girl's flustered appearance, then looked around, and found that she was wearing a red wedding dress and lying in a coffin.

Xiumei frowned slightly, two different memories flooded at the same time...
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