This made her feel no attachment or affection for her own country, as if the land that gave her birth and nurtured her was just a strange and desolate foreign land.

This lack of emotion stemmed from her unparalleled beauty, a beauty that could move heaven and earth and eclipse the stars.

From her early childhood when she was still learning to speak, her face was so perfect, as if it had been meticulously drawn by the heavens with a divine touch and sculpted with all the beautiful elements in the world.

It is like a mysterious treasure that glitters with deadly allure in the pitch-black night sky, exuding an irresistible attraction.

She successfully attracted a pair of evil and greedy eyes that lurked in the shadows—that was her master.

He was an evil man whose soul had been completely devoured by darkness, whose heart was filled with endless malice and twisted desires, as if he had crawled out of the abyss of hell.

She wandered the world like a vulture scavenging carrion, finding her sole pleasure in destroying things that were pure, beautiful, and radiant with hope.

Every time she sees something beautiful shattered in her hands, she gains a twisted and perverse sense of satisfaction, as if that is the only value she has in this world.

Qimeng, this innocent little girl, unfortunately became the perfect target for her evil schemes, like a pure lamb unknowingly wandering into the wolf's territory.

Thus, in a meticulously planned, interconnected, and intriguing scheme, she employed a variety of treacherous, cunning, and ghostly plots that were impossible to guard against.

She cleverly broke through the many defenses of the Youmeng Kingdom's palace and successfully led the naive and trusting little girl, Qimeng, into her dark world.

He forcibly took her as his apprentice, and from then on, Qimeng's life was shrouded in endless nightmares, as if she had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant.

During that long, dark period when she seemed to have been forgotten by the world, Master unleashed her inner evil and cruelty on Qimeng without reservation.

They subjected her to round after round of inhuman, heinous tortures that were enough to destroy anyone's will.

Her body was covered with countless welts from the whipping, her tender skin etched with marks.

Each scar is like a demon with its gaping maw, telling tales of pain and despair.

The marks left by the branding iron were like an evil curse, forever etched on her body, becoming a painful memory she could never escape.

In her heart, her master's insults and belittling were like sharp daggers, stabbing her fragile soul time and time again, ruthlessly trampling her self-esteem and confidence underfoot.

Not only that, her master also trained her as a medicine man, experimenting on her with various poisons and strange medical techniques countless times, causing her body to suffer unimaginable pain.

However, amidst this endless suffering, her master also taught her superb martial arts, medical skills, and insidious methods of using poison.

All these events caused her to gradually grow into a dangerous and contradictory being amidst suffering.

Imprisoned in a dark and damp room, loneliness and fear were her constant companions, and the deathly silence that surrounded her seemed to be slowly devouring her soul.

She was left to struggle alone in endless despair, with no one to listen to her inner cries for help, as if she were the loneliest abandoned child in the world.

These extremely painful experiences were like evil seeds deliberately sown by a demon, taking deep root and stubbornly sprouting in the soil of her young and fragile heart.

And as time relentlessly passed, it gradually grew into a lush, eerie, and terrifying tree of evil that blotted out the sky.

As the wheels of time roll ever onward, Qimeng gradually matures into adulthood, nourished by suffering.

Her personality and temperament gradually became more and more like the master who had given her endless pain and torment.

Especially in their desire to destroy beautiful things, their actions are practically identical.

She was passionate about destroying those beautiful things with her own hands, watching them shatter and wither before her eyes, turning to ashes.

It was as if only in this way could she feel her own "existence" and "power," and fill the huge void in the depths of her heart that was filled with darkness.

Each act of destruction was like a twisted and insane feast, in which she played the role of the mastermind.

Enjoying that distorted pleasure, they were unaware that they had already gone further and further down the dark road and lost themselves.

To her master, Qimeng's emotional world was like a chaotic, foggy, and mysteriously dangerous realm.

Love and hate are intertwined, complex and hard to discern, like a tangled mess that cannot be untangled, no matter how hard you try to unravel it.

On the one hand, the torment inflicted by her master over the years fueled a burning, unquenchable flame of hatred in her heart.

It was a deep-seated, unforgettable hatred, a hatred so intense that he wished he could tear his master to pieces to vent his anger and make her pay a terrible price for the sins she had committed.

On the other hand, during their long time together, the master demonstrated formidable strength, unfathomable wisdom, and an unwavering will.

It also planted a seed of unspeakable respect in her heart.

This respect, like a faint candlelight flickering in the dark abyss, is small yet tenacious.

Intertwined with that intense hatred, these feelings constituted her complex and contradictory emotions toward her master.

She had tossed and turned countless times in the dead of night, pondering what to do with her feelings for her master.

But they could never find the answer and could only continue to struggle in pain and confusion.

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