After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

it hurts……

calm down……

If you think rationally...

It's time to stop now...

The Zijinmu lurking in the land veins of Dongzhou should be taken back...

And...if this is a curse passed on artificially...then killing the caster might relieve it...

Didn't she just emphasize many times that her own strength is not strong...

Hang Yanling curled up on the bed and struggled, growling and wailing.

The golden pupil of the left eye was about to pop out of its socket.

Xuanming no longer looked at the curled up Hang Yanling, she lowered her head, the laces on her fingertips slowly flowed, and the stars shone brightly.

Until, a drop of blood fell on the ground.

"Hey, hey, hahaha...hahahaha..."

Hang Yanling suddenly laughed.

In the pain of being crushed all over her body, Hang Yanling's hair was loose, and her demonic canine teeth bared out.

She raised her head abruptly, tightly grasped the shining golden eye on her left side, and opened the orc's cherry pink pupil.

"It hurts, fuck it, it hurts, fuck it...but—"

However, now the noise in my head has finally disappeared.

With the left eye being restrained, those babbling sorrows, grievances, resentments, and so-called 'rational judgments'.

"It hurts too much, damn it... Cough, cough... You just told me that you are called Teng Snake, right?"

"Yes."

Hang Yanling gasped for breath twice, clutched her throat, and stared at the snake with pink eyes.

"Hey, it's a pity—you, what you expected...will not happen..."

"..."

Teng Snake opened his eyes, frowned, and stared at Hang Yanling: "You have been tortured to the point of madness... have you started talking nonsense..."

"Teng snake, look at your right hand..."

Hearing this, Teng Snake looked down at the palm of his right hand.

There are five deep marks on the palm of her hand, which are the marks left by nails embedded in the flesh.

The bright red blood has already flowed all over the palm.

The five fingers trembled due to excessive force. Xuanming was a little surprised, and Hang Yanling's voice sounded again: "You overestimated your own cruelty, and underestimated my ability to deal with pain."

Hang Yanling climbed down from the bed, but her legs gave way and she fell to the ground with a plop.

From the pain and convulsions, from the pain of life being stripped away again and again, a gloomy death breath emerged from Hang Yanling's body.

The gloomy aura entwined around Hang Yanling, gathering together with the surrounding darkness on the girl's petite body.

The hair went from black to gray, sprawling, growing.

"I am a resentful soul born from a ghost... I have long been used to being accompanied by pain and despair."

The pitch-black dead air condensed into feathers, fell on Hang Yanling's body, and gathered into a black rainstorm.Cursed lines wrapped around her golden left eye, suturing the Dragonborn's left eye shut.

One eye with crimson pupil, gray hair and black minion.

She is the master of Zijinmu who locks death for Dongzhou people, and at the same time, she is also the king of Yin Lingqi.

The girl stood up, patted the clothes on her body, and looked at the snake with her pink eyes.

"So—are you ready to die? Miss Teng Snake, who has revealed her real name to me...and repeatedly emphasized that she is not good at force?"

"I've said it before, I swear to protect Chenlu for the rest of my life."

Teng Snake became serious, and the poisonous gas spread out in the room.

"Hey."

Hang Yanling smiled, her body under the black coir twitched as she was bearing the pain of death again and again, she staggered a bit, the dark aura burning around her body turned into a flame that surrounded her, devouring her surroundings of toxins.

She lowered her hands and shook her head: "I'm in pain, let's forget about today. Before I leave Dongzhou, protect Long Chaohua outside the door for me. She is the one I swear to protect. Now I have no skills to spare. is you."

"Are you really crazy?" Xuanming's face twitched: "I am your enemy."

"So, just be my enemy...don't become my enemy."

The severe pain caused Hang Yanling's body to stagger, she clutched her heart that seemed to be pierced through, and crossed Xuanming, like a dead soul stepping into the netherworld, the black minion melted into the darkness and disappeared.

Only Xuanming was left standing in the room in a daze, with blood dripping down her right hand and onto the ground.

Long Chaohua's shouts continued to come from outside the door blocked by the vines of Guiwaimu, obviously she had already noticed that something terrible happened in the house.

After a while, smoke came out of the room, and a huge hole burned by the flames swallowed the tree vines, spreading a circle of burning marks. The Long Chaohua outside the door was still burning fiercely regardless of the flames. rushed into the room.

Looking at the empty room, the messy bedding, and Xuanming standing there feeling lost.

Since the day the second prince completed the replacement, she was imprisoned in the prison, and then the epidemic broke out, and she escaped from the prison and hid in the darkness, so she didn't recognize Xuanming's appearance, but she still yelled furiously: "What do you want to do! ? Where's Lin Ye!? Where's my crazy man!?"

"……he's gone."

Xuanming shook his head dully, his hands dropped, the purple lace disappeared from his fingertips, and the other bloody hand was also dripping with blood.

"He, let me... take care of you."

Even Xuanming herself couldn't believe these words, she didn't understand why Hang Yanling, who had been tortured by her so much, would show such a reaction.

She glanced dully at the back of Long Chaohua—the person who dissolved the vines with flames, A Yan.

At this time, A Yan was picking the leaves of the ghost crying vine and chewing them in her mouth. She looked up at Xuanming, and waved at Xuanming.

"It's hard work."

"Why are you here."

"Well, why, let me think about it..."

A Yan broke off a piece of charred vine, pinched it in his hand like eating a cucumber, and bit it: "Tonight, you look like you are going to do something amazing, come to me Rory Ba Suo said a lot of things, you have a bad heart, you know that I can't remember... You see, I forgot everything you told me, so I came to ask you."

"Is that so..."

"Why are your hands bleeding?"

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"You two, have you come to see me?"

On the way from Mingtan to the imperial palace, the figure of the black coir man appeared in the middle of the road.

As the moonlight shone down, the gray-haired man in Hei Mino said hello to the two of them.

Yan Qiuyu and the villain stopped in their tracks. They were planning to go to the palace to find Hang Yanling after they had just dealt with the troubadour, but at this moment Hang Yanling suddenly appeared on the way.

And, still in this posture.

The villain was the first to react, she stepped forward and grabbed Hang Yanling's lapel: "What's going on?"

"Oh, oh, wait a minute."

The gray-haired Hang Yanling smiled lightly, her arms were still hidden in the black capes, the Yin aura around her body condensed into solid claws, grabbed the wicked girl's arms and pulled her away.

Seeing Hang Yanling's gesture, Yan Qiuyu couldn't help but feel palpitations.

"Brother Fu, who are you desperately fighting with?!"

"It's not so much a desperate effort, it's better to say that it's a life on its back."

Hang Yanling said it lightly, but judging from the trembling of her teeth and the left eye stitched with dark lines, she must be in a bad state at this time.

"This mourning dress... Fu Tianqing, is Long Chaohua dead? No, you wouldn't react like this when she died."

The evil girl looked at her wrist that was burned by Yin Qi and left a dark mark, and the stinging pain that was exactly the same as in her previous life made her stupefied for a moment, then turned her head to look at Hang Yanling who was wrapped in black raindrops: "Then what happened? "

"Some people can't wait, and for him, it's actually ripe."

Hang Yanling smiled bitterly, blinked, and looked at Yan Qiuyu.

At this moment, Yan Qiuyu had already understood what Hang Yanling meant, her lips turned white and her body trembled: "Am I still too late?"

"It seems that you have expected it..."

Hang Yanling smiled, the black coir raincoat gradually dissipated, and the left eye, which was barely stitched together, slowly opened, until finally, the eye that had completely transformed into a brilliant golden eye stood up vertically.

Those were the eyeballs of the rumored "dragon", exuding a frightening cold light.

Yan Qiuyu held Hang Yanling tightly, with a distorted expression: "Brother Fu, don't! I've already dealt with the bard, just hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer..."

"I know, don't worry, don't worry..."

Hang Yanling lowered her head, babbled, and raised her hand to cover her right eye.

"Then, since you've been hiding it from me for so long... then I'll take a nap, and I'll leave the rest to you."

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Close your eyes, ushered in the darkness.

Then, consciousness sank into the depths, and a chaotic scene emerged from the darkness.

All around are the sights of humans being killed.

Wailing, pain, screaming.

Every time a person dies, a pain will be engraved on Hang Yanling's body.

But Hang Yanling was still walking forward, slowly, along the dark road.

More than 3 lives survived because of Hang Yan Ling.

Thirty thousand copies of the curse.

Thirty thousand deaths.

Moving forward step by step, Hang Yanling's figure fell down, got up, fell down, crawled, supported his body with his arms, and stood up again.

After passing through countless deaths, Hang Yanling finally came to the end of the dark road.

There, is a chessboard.

On the chessboard are the unfinished endgames of that day, and sitting on the other side is the man who played chess with Hang Yanling that day - Long Wuyi.

"Long time no see, eldest niece."

"Ah."

"The last time you and I finished this game of chess, you hurriedly ended your life—now you can finally finish this game of chess with me, right?"

"Okay."

The embarrassed Hang Yanling supported his shoulders, walked to the front of the endgame chessboard and sat down step by step.

"Long time no see, you have been staring behind the scenes."

"I learned this from you."

Long Wuyi squeezed his chin, picked up a chess piece and played with it in the palm of his hand: "You really taught me a lot of things, for example... suspended animation halfway, escaped from disputes, and watched everything silently behind the scenes. Last time you Playing this trick in my face really opened my eyes."

At the beginning, Hang Yanling made up his mind to enshrine his soul in the amber of purple gold wood, and cheated the omniscient and omnipotent master of the earth veins by feigning death, and finally destroyed Long Wuyi's plan that had been brewing for 15 years during the battle between the black and white foxes.

"And it was precisely on that day that you were killed by the second prince, and you started to feign your death... Hey, you are also a smart learner."

Hang Yanling smiled wryly and shook his head: "During this time, you have been hiding with Xuanming? I thought you were living in the earth veins."

"In that case, I will be forcibly resurrected by your Zijinmu—but I just want to see what the Dragon Dynasty will look like without me."

Long Wuyi dropped the pawn, and shook his head helplessly; "After all, the plan I had made for 15 years was disrupted by you. The boss couldn't win the hearts of the people, so he wanted to see the methods of the long-dormant second son... Who is it?" I know, she also suffered from your hand, and she lost everything in the game."

"Oh, that is to say, you just watched your people tortured by the demonization disease brewed by your second daughter?"

"Hehe, as the saying goes - water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. Especially in Dongzhou, as a dragon descendant, you must know how to control the hearts of the people... Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will be swallowed by the wishes of the people , distorting itself. This is absolutely unacceptable."

Hang Yanling picked up the chess piece, shook his head in severe pain, and dropped a piece.

"So that's how it is. In your eyes, people's hearts are just a parameter after all."