I Am This Murim's Crazy Bitch - Chapter 232: Even a Ronin Has the Loyalty of a Ronin (5)

The most powerful sword was broken in an ancient war and now its spirit is reborn in a common sword and bought by a girl named Li Qingming.The sword spirit senses that Li, though weak now, boasts some traces familiar to it, which remind it of its former owner and his friends.

Those people killed her grandmother, murdered her younger brother, trampled the people she deeply cared about, and even took her own life.

It was because she trusted her ambitious stepmother and half-sister;

because she mistakenly believed that womanly virtue is to have no talent;

because of her noble status and origin….This is what caused her death.

Buried in river water, Ouyang Nuan, gritted her teeth and spoke, “I, Ouyang Nuan was wronged in death. Even if it takes forever, I will become a devil, and in the next life, will not let you off!”

When she once again opened her eyes, Ouyang Nuan was sent back in time to when she was twelve years old. Around this age, her forehead was scarred, her brother fell into the water, and in three years she will be married…

In this life, she will try to change everything to guard and protect those she cares for from those with treacherous intentions. She will live a glorious life!

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Other people's systems are all insanely badass, but Fang Chenyi's is all about picking up trash. But that's okay, because picking up trash can also yield all sorts of good things![Congratulations, Host, for picking up one toy car. You have been specially rewarded with a corresponding special item: one 'Lamborghini Sesto Elemento,' worth 23.12 million and one of only 20 in the world.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a plastic bottle. The system rewards you with one hundred yuan.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a dilapidated toy house. The system rewards you with a seaside villa.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a Sun Wukong toy. The system rewards you with three magical monkey hairs.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a dilapidated oil painting. The system rewards you with the authentic Mona Lisa.]

He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.