Chapter 52
The main god has no emotions; it is only when the master merges with the fragments of the soul and is reincarnated as a mortal that he has the seven emotions and six desires of a human being.
These desires shouldn't have affected the master's soul, but when Xiao Jin thought of the master's state after Qin Zhan's death, his heart trembled.
No, no way?
Phew~ It's a good thing that the master chose to seal the memories, otherwise it was really worried that the master might collapse before it could even fuse all the soul fragments?
Wen Xin didn't seem to care much about her past life memories, since what she needed to think about now was how to completely integrate the soul fragments of this small world and ensure that the small world didn't collapse.
Xiao Jin also changed the subject at the right time, "Master, is the wish of your soul fragments in this life that you take revenge on everyone in the Xuanwu Marquis's mansion and Wen Xian?"
Wen Xin slowly nodded. Not only that, her soul fragments also wanted her to stand at the pinnacle of power, looking down and crushing those who had humiliated and tormented her over the years.
Those people, relying on their high positions and power, didn't treat her like a human being and manipulated her at will. Ha! The weak are destined to be bullied, so she will stand high enough to turn the tables and play them for fools.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!
Want her to repay evil with kindness? Dream on!
Wen Xin didn't think her soul fragments were too malevolent; she had been tortured to death!
Besides, no one could bear to see a rational and clear-headed girl turn into a foolish, naive girl who gets bullied without fighting back.
Does a high position carry significant weight?
Wen Xin's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks. Sorrow filled her pretty face, and she looked as delicate and fragile as a tender flower battered by wind and frost, helpless and pitiful to the extreme, making people feel extremely sorry for her.
Xiao Jin: "???"
Master, why do you cry so easily? Why do you act so weak and vulnerable all of a sudden?
Little Jin had no idea your acting skills were so amazing!
Wen Xin ignored the silly butterfly.
She merged with the fragments of this world's soul, and naturally inherited her superb acting skills as well.
Feigning weakness is an instinct ingrained in her bones; she can do it effortlessly.
Wen Xin held a white handkerchief, her face streaked with tears, a sight to behold.
Even without an audience, in this simple, deserted artificial hill, she cried with genuine emotion.
But who said there were no audience members?
ha?
Xiao Jin was completely bewildered, having no idea what its owner was going to do.
But it soon found out.
A tall, slender figure appeared in the artificial hill at some unknown time, accompanied by a strong stench of blood.
The beautiful woman inside, weeping sadly, seemed to be frightened.
She raised her head, revealing a pair of beautiful, misty, and affectionate eyes, staring blankly at the person who had just arrived, captivating him without realizing it.
The newcomer stood in the shadows, his face obscured, only a pair of unfathomable dark eyes scrutinizing her.
The man's eyes seemed to be filled with an unyielding black mist, and his pupils were larger and darker than those of an ordinary person, unlike the eyes that a human should have. They were like those of a malevolent ghost, cold and terrifying.
Tears streamed down the girl's face. She was speechless with fright, her delicate body trembling slightly. She looked even more pitiful and fragile, like a delicate flower that could be broken with the slightest force.
"Tsk!"
The other party made an ambiguous sound; the low, magnetic tone was pleasant to hear, but it was chillingly cold.
Wen Xin finally came to her senses, her soft, sweet voice tinged with tears, "You...who are you?"
The man... well, he was wearing a purple round-necked, narrow-sleeved robe embroidered with auspicious dragons and clouds, and a ferocious python head, both magnificent and cold.
This is a python robe that only the chief eunuch or the head eunuch of the inner palace were qualified to wear, right?
It is said that Emperor Chengyuan had two young eunuchs by his side, who were in charge of the Eastern and Western Depots respectively, and were trusted confidants promoted by the emperor.
However, Wen Xin had heard more about their ruthless deeds: eliminating dissidents, fighting for power and profit, confiscating property and exterminating clans, and using any means necessary. They were a force that made the powerful and wealthy officials of the capital tremble with fear.
So the person in front of her now is one of those two chief eunuchs?
Wen Xin didn't recognize him; well, to be honest, Wen Xin shouldn't have recognized him at this moment.
Her features were delicate and she timidly avoided his gaze; even the most astute person could not detect a trace of pretense.
The most perfect disguise is to immerse yourself in the persona you've created, to the point of deceiving even yourself.
Wen Xin easily forgot the plot and memories she knew, and truly regarded herself as the helpless and miserable wife of the Marquis of Xuanwu, who was bullied by everyone.
The man in purple casually walked over. As he approached, the girl's face turned pale with fright, and she trembled, looking even more pitiful.
But he approached slowly and deliberately, like a fierce beast toying with its weak prey, and played with it in his palm.
His long, pale fingers with distinct knuckles pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
The girl's eyes widened in shock and confusion.
But at the same time, she also noticed his overly handsome appearance.
With his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome features, and perfect facial contours, his aura was too sharp and too cold. A single impatient frown could terrify people. Who would dare to look at his stunningly handsome face any longer?
Wen Xin's face grew even paler, terrified by the murderous aura surging from him.
I wonder how many people he has killed to have such a terrifying, violent, and bloodthirsty aura around him. Even the God of Slaughter, Asura, is no more than this.
As a useless, cowardly pushover in the eyes of the world, Wen Xin naturally couldn't bear it.
His thin, scarlet lips curled slightly. "So afraid?"
Wen Xin pitifully shed tears, "I'm scared, so scared."
The man seemed to be in a good mood. "It's good that you're scared."
Wen Xin: "..."
Her gaze fell on his shoulder, where his magnificent robe had been ripped open by some sharp weapon, revealing a gruesome wound with exposed flesh and blood staining his clothes.
No wonder it smelled so strongly of blood!
But this person seemed oblivious to the pain, making no attempt to treat the wound and even having the leisure to tease her.
He's obviously out of his mind!
This statement is not meant to be an insult, but rather an objective statement.
Well, after all, this person is... yet he wears eunuch clothes without any concern, which is something no normal person could do.
A hint of pity and concern appeared on the kind, soft-spoken face as she whispered, "You...you're injured."
The newcomer didn't even glance at his own wound, but stared at her with amusement, his deep voice carrying a hint of nonchalant, detached laughter.
"Someone used his entire fortune to hire a group of thugs to take my life, but they were too useless. I killed them all, and even chopped the employer into mincemeat, leaving only his head. What a waste!"
Wen Xin: "..."
Honey, before you start showing off, can you at least take a look at your still-bleeding wound? If you don't stop the bleeding, those killers who want to kill you will also have to complete their missions indirectly!
The man in purple saw her furrowing her brows as she looked at his wound, her eyes filled with fear, yet also with a hint of worry.
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes revealing even more interest.
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