The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 3 Alluring City Crossing (3)

No!There was no way she would have survived that explosion!

No one knows better than her the power of the bomb she carries with her!
How could the bomb she used to blow up an island fail to kill even one person?

What's more, she was shot several times.

So now, how does she exist?

Feng Qingcheng raised her hand, and what came into view was a dirty and thin hand.

This hand is very small, judging from the skeleton, it looks like the hand of an eight or nine-year-old child, without any sense of flesh, and the skin on the hand is also wrinkled.

—It's not her hand.

Before she could continue to think, her brain seemed to be hit hard by a big hammer, and it was swollen and painful.

After that, one picture after another flashed sequentially from her mind.

Feng Qingcheng closed her eyes, accepting the extra memory in her mind that did not belong to her.

From this part of the memory, we can know——

She came back from a dead body... It can also be said that she traveled through time.

Lord God once again proved to her that the scourge lasted for thousands of years.

Feng Qingcheng rubbed her temples, sorted out the unfamiliar memories in her mind, and compiled an information list.

The original owner's name was Luo Xingchen, and she was the direct daughter of the Luo family, one of the five great families of the Qianmu Kingdom in the Xueling Continent.

Because she was born useless and stupid, she was abandoned by her family and sent to the most remote Fengcheng in Qianmu Country by her biological father who was the head of the Luo family, leaving only a few slaves to take care of her.

In his memory, there was very little information about Luo Xingchen's mother, and he could only vaguely know that when Luo Xingchen's mother gave birth to her, she died of blood collapse caused by dystocia.

She is a direct daughter of noble status, she should enjoy life, but her life is worse than that of a slave.

They ate the food left over by the slaves. The two meals a day were pitifully small, and they were often severely abused by the slaves.

The original owner was killed by slaves.

When Feng Qingcheng was unconscious, she vaguely heard two people talking beside her.

It's a man and a woman.

They seem to be discussing whether they should die or not, whether they should die or not, and whether people should be punished for their own sake.

That woman seems to be named Yuliang.

That man... Judging from his tone, he should be Fan Tong.

They didn't intend to kill the original owner, they were instigated by others.

Even if someone instigates them, she will not let them go.

An accomplice is also a murderer.

Feng Qingcheng propped herself up with her hands and stood up with difficulty.

damn it!
Those two people killed the original owner instead of stabbing, strangling, suffocating, beating to death, but they poisoned her to death, so now she has no strength at all.

Really Nima die!
Taking a deep breath, the girl stumbled and ran into the house.

The furnishings in the room were almost the same as Luo Xingchen's memory.

The two broken mahogany doors at the door of the house, due to long-term use, made a soft "creak" sound from time to time.

In the center of the room, there was a simple small round table. Beside the round table, there were only a few dilapidated wooden stools. On the round table, there was a set of tattered tea sets.

Feng Qingcheng walked to the round table, sat on the chair, poured a glass of water, and gulped down a few big glasses.

Quenching her thirst, she looked to the right of the round table, where there was a big wooden bed, and on the big bed was a thin and patched cotton quilt.

There is an old and broken screen window next to the big bed. If you look closely, you can see that the edge of the screen window is covered by a thick layer of dust.

Taking all the furnishings in the room into his eyes, his eyes finally settled on the dressing table placed in the farthest corner of the room.

Feng Qingcheng ran to the dressing table, stood on tiptoes, looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and lightly pursed her pink lips.

Dirty little face, can not see the original appearance.

(End of this chapter)