The First Genocide Hatred

  Now, apart from Ling Feng and Xiao Xian, no one else in the world knows who she is. Perhaps this will become their eternal secret chamber.

  "There are many people in the world who share the same name and surname, but it's rare to find someone like you who shares both a similar appearance. If I hadn't known Mei'er since childhood, I wouldn't have suspected you at all!"

  He knew that the person in front of him, although very similar to Mei'er, had a kind of gaze and a strong physique that she unintentionally revealed, which were not possessed by the former Mei'er.

  If the former Mei had half of the current Mei's skills and courage, she might not have died either!

  "Are you here to admire the moon or to coerce a confession?" Meier's eyes widened in annoyance at the man's excessive questioning.

  "Good, ask another one, where did you come from?"

  "Twenty-first century!" Mei'er replied without thinking, anyway he didn't understand.

  "21st century?" Anan racked her brains but couldn't think of such a place.

  "Have you asked enough?" Mei'er didn't want to waste her brain explaining to him, if she let him know that she was from a thousand years later, he would probably think she's crazy.

  An Na was taken aback, but also felt relieved: "Alright alright! From now on, I won't ask again, and I'll just call you Mei'er!" After a pause, she asked: "By the way, can you dance and sing?"

  "Understood! What's wrong?" Mei'er thought for a moment and replied, she was a female killer, most of the targets were men, if she couldn't even sing or dance, how could she seduce those men?

  "Then I'd be honored if you could sing a song for me?" A Ning's eyes seemed to hold a hint of anticipation.

  "What's difficult? However, does this count as you asking me for a favor? If it does, can I mention the conditions of the exchange?" Mei'er's beautiful eyes sparkled with calculation.

  "Except for not seeing my true face, anything else you can say!" Ah Nan was not stupid.

  Mei had a sense of frustration, this man seemed to know what she wanted to say even before she moved her eyes.

  She pouted and stood up: "If you don't want to watch, then don't. What's the big deal? Maybe you really are too ashamed to show your face, lest you scare people off! Anyway, I'm in a good mood tonight, so let's just consider it self-entertainment!"

  She finished speaking, cleared her throat, and a song that only existed in the 21st century gently flowed out of her red lips: "I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need to be luxurious, where I can think of it when I'm tired; I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need to be big, where I won't be afraid when I'm frightened... I envy him, he can go home after getting hurt, while I can only search for my home alone..."

  This is Meier's favorite old song in modern times. She was sold to Lao Da as soon as she was born, and she doesn't know who her parents are or where her home is.

  Since she started keeping a diary, she has been subjected to various cruel trainings. No one cares if she is injured, cold or sick, but every time someone tells her that only winning is allowed! Because only those who win have the qualification to live on!

  In Lao Da's eyes, she was a chess piece, a perfect chess piece that combined beauty and intelligence. She started her bloody killer career at the age of 14, and countless people died at her hands. She was the target of the underworld's pursuit and the white path's wanted criminal!