The heroine's counterattack (quick wear)

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He Anan looked curiously, but nothing happened. He just sat aside and threw stones to play.

She just got a little interested, the leader clapped his hands, "Take the two of them and go to meet the friends in front."

He Anan turned her head and looked, shaking with fright, three pythons that could not be hugged by one person had arrived behind her at some point.

The leader summoned these big guys?Don't snakes hear sound?A certain academic bully felt that the world was insulting her common sense.

With the big snake in hand, I have the world.After the victory, the leader complacently drove the rest of the men in black back to the stockade. He Anan, who was so frightened that his legs were weak, shamelessly asked to be carried all the way.

After ordering his subordinates to lock the captured people into the dungeon, the leader turned to look at He An'an: "Come on, follow me to the high priest."

Through rows of torches, the chief led her to a closed gate.

He knocked on the door respectfully——

"High priest, I brought the saint back."

A faint voice came from inside: "Okay, step back first."

Even through the door, the chief respectfully saluted before leaving.

He Anan pouted at his back before pushing the door nervously.

What came into view was rows of white candles, and a man in a red robe stood with his back to the door.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the room was eerily quiet, and He An'an felt flustered inexplicably looking at the figure from behind.The person in front suddenly turned around...

He An'an looked at the face behind the candlelight and was a little absent-minded, and couldn't help calling softly in his heart——Xiaoyou.

"Huh? Is it my lover? This is a bit troublesome." Fu Heng clicked on the console, and the light curtain suddenly went blank.

"Well, seal some memories... Instinct to keep... Then this person... Data input... The model is completed!" She entered in a low voice, a large piece of code flashed on the light curtain, and then a picture of the forest appeared, a group of people wearing white masks The men slowly surrounded a woman.

After taking a satisfied look, Fu Heng turned around and snapped his fingers: "Now that you've determined what your most important relationship is, the real training will begin. Come on little guy, I'll deal with some things first."

Not long after she left, the light curtain suddenly became garbled, and then returned to normal in an instant.

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Hahahaha, I think An An is so pitiful...

Of course the author will not waver!

Chapter 32 Novice Training in the Realm of the Hundred Deaths 4 (Overhaul)

You are now the saintess of the Ancient God Village. You were supposed to break up your love, but you fell in love with the hostile young master of the Moon Clan, Yue Ze. The two met for the first time and were arrested for elopement. You finally got the forgiveness of the high priest. Ze met again to elope.

You have been waiting here in Yueze for an hour, but there is no one. Your clansman came to find you.

Now is the time when your second elopement was just found by the tribe.

He An'an quickly digested the information, opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings, and couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart——

Why is this place again?

So what, as if she had been here before.He Anan laughed, but didn't she know that she was so imaginative in her dreams?

Fu Heng's voice suddenly appeared in his mind: "Little guy, the real training has begun, try to live on."

Well, live on, and work harder to learn some skills.

He An'an looked at the masked people surrounding him, and suddenly a familiar dialog box popped up in front of him.At a glance, she chose 2, and then obediently let it go.

Although I was arrested as an elopement saint, I still feel an inexplicable closeness when I look at my tribe... He Anan squinted her eyes to enjoy the sunshine in the mountains, and felt that the passing mountain breeze carried a trace of familiar intimacy .

While humming a little song leisurely, He Anan suddenly looked at a slope in front of him and frowned, subconsciously shouted: "Wait—"

"what happened?"

I don't know either... He Anan blinked a little embarrassed, coughed twice before saying, "It's nothing, I just yelled casually."

"It's better for the saint to play less tricks." The leader snorted coldly at her, and waved the team to move on. After she interrupted them, everyone walked faster.

But as she walked forward, He An'an became more and more uneasy, but due to the previous convulsions, she didn't dare to speak out.

As soon as we reached the edge of the slope, a pile of stones rolled down, and the leader shouted: "There is an ambush!"

But it was too late, the crowd was quickly dispersed, a group of men in black suddenly jumped out from the side to fight with them, and He Anan, who was tied up heavily, rolled from the chair and fell into the grass beside him, unable to move.

The whole body hurts, probably except for the brain, everywhere is knocked on the ground, He Anan took a breath, feeling a little excited...or angry?

There were almost inaudible footsteps behind her, and someone squatted behind her and turned her over.

It's now--

As if looking forward to it for a few lifetimes and rehearsing it thousands of times, the moment he was turned away, He Anan estimated the direction of the person coming and kowtowed his head vigorously.This behavior that has not gone through the brain made He An'an stunned, and it also made the visitor stunned.

Seeing that she was about to hit her face, someone put her hand on He Anan's forehead, looked at the face that was close at hand, and she leaned over to kiss that lip before she spoke: