The dilapidated yard and the areas overgrown with weeds have become clean. A row of wooden piles stands steadily. The petite figure and dexterous body are surrounded by the wooden piles. They move quickly, driving the surrounding soil and dust to fly.
The thin hands can be turned into knives, claws, hammers, or sticks! Every movement of whittling, cutting, and stabbing hits the wooden stake with incomparable precision.
Her slender legs can be turned into a sword, a club, a whip, or a gun! She can bounce, kick, spin, and every time she changes, she can seize the most suitable position to attack and kill with one hit.
"boom……"
A hand knife struck down hard, Pu Yue's body did a backflip, and a pair of old and gray soft boots fell steadily to the ground. Then there was a 'click', and not far away, a row of wooden stakes
One of the wooden piles suddenly separated from it, and it was split into two halves with bare hands!
Pu Yue calmly withdrew her hand without changing her expression, and shook hands into fists. In a month, she had trained this bean sprout body into a decent one. Her strength was gradually recovering, but this body was still weak.
Need to strengthen exercise.
Because no matter when and where, strength is the most important thing. Besides, wasn't the original owner of this body killed because he had no strength and was bullied to death like that?
In Shengyue Continent, martial arts is the only one who is supreme. Then, she, Pu Yue, must be the sole being in this continent.
After relaxing her muscles and bones, Pu Yue curled her lips and said to herself, "Take your time, becoming stronger will not happen in a short time. At least now, no one can kill me easily."
Besides, when it comes to killing, that is her old profession, and she is the ancestor of murder. There was no one who could kill her in her previous life, and she will never allow him to be killed in this life!
Pu Yue tidied her clothes casually, stretched out, and walked towards the room. She was not in a hurry or slow, and her posture was extremely lazy and leisurely. The combination of work and rest is the king, this delicate bean sprout
She had to serve the dishes carefully now.
If she was defeated all at once, who would she cry to?
suddenly...
"Bitch, you are so lucky that you are not dead yet!"
As soon as Pu Yue stepped into the door, Pu Muran's sharp voice came from the door of the small courtyard, and her face was full of disgust and murderous intent.
She was wearing a crimson skirt, with a butterfly skirt around her waist, and a charming face, as beautiful as a jasmine flower in bud. It's just a pity that the jasmine flower was contaminated with poison and could not be kept.
Pu Yue did not turn around, her eyes sank slightly, and her lightly pursed lips formed a faint smile, but it did not reach her eyes.
Pu Muran, the culprit who harmed the original owner of this body, hasn't found her yet, but she has already come to her door, so she will be disrespectful!
"Pu Yue!" Pu Muran saw that Pu Yue still had her back turned to her and said nothing. Her slender eyebrows frowned fiercely. In the past, as long as she appeared, she would be so frightened that she would only respond with fear on her face.
Stand aside.
You must know that although she is not as good as her eldest sister Pu Mingzhu in the Palace of the Protector General, she has a maverick eye above the top. She will not pay attention to Pu Yue, a cowardly and incompetent waste. Seeing her like this now, a flash of anger flashed in her eyes.
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"Trash, are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said?" Pu Muran's face was full of anger, and the anger in his chest seemed to be ignited by Pu Yue's attitude.