Disabled both legs

  With a slight movement of his pale fingers, he lifted up Lanya's chin, with a mocking smile on his lips and a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "The dead are not worthy of knowing."

  As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers, which were holding up her chin, moved slightly, and the already unstable Lan Ya fell onto the deck with a "thud".

  A killing aura filled the air, and Lan Ya clearly saw death in his eyes. He really wanted to kill her. Thinking of this, a chill was released from her icy pupils, an iciness that was no less than the man's, like falling into a land of eternal cold.

  The chill in her eyes suddenly flashed a hint of surprise!

  This woman... A woman can actually be so cold...

  "What a pity if this gaze were to be ruined." His tone was like an icy blade, his eyes stern and cold, yet there was a hint of playfulness in his voice: "I, the king, have taken notice."

  Lan Ya wasn't surprised at all. She had said that there was nothing to be afraid of, and she didn't care about life or death. Death might also be a kind of liberation.

  She gently closed her eyes, and the sound of rushing air reached her ears. She shuddered all over, and the excruciating pain in her legs made her suddenly open her eyes again. Her bloodied and mangled legs were reflected in her pupils.

  Painful numbness spread through her legs, which were trembling violently. Blood kept gushing out, and the plasma coagulated into a deep red color, making her extremely pale. She knew that her legs were crippled.

  Looking up at the man who seemed like a god, she forced a defiant smile onto her lips, and she wasn't afraid of death, nor would she mind losing both legs.

  "You're really shameless, people like you aren't even worthy of killing me..." She smiled, a seductive smile, her eyes growing increasingly somber, the infuriating words spilling out of her mouth with a hint of weakness...

  Before she lost consciousness, she was satisfied to see a cold face with bulging veins, a long sword stabbing towards her chest...

  Death, she was actually very afraid of death, but she had no choice.

  It's better to be dead now, maybe it's better than being alive, if I'm dead, they won't control me...

  Lan Ya woke up again four days later, sitting on Zhu Hong's large bed, her eyes somewhat dazed, looking around at the ancient and elegant furniture, she didn't die?

  Before she fainted, she clearly saw that man's furious face. Why didn't he kill her in a fit of rage?

  She sat up, moved slightly, and her legs ached so much that she broke out in cold sweat. She lifted the quilt, looked at her bandaged legs, and her eyes flickered with all sorts of doubts.

  With a creak, the tightly closed door was pushed open and a small servant girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, walked in.

  The little maid saw the blue clothes on the bed and was stunned for a moment. 'Clang' The copper basin in her hand fell to the ground, making a loud noise, and water splashed all over the floor.

  Lan Ya furrowed her brow and stared straight at the girl in ancient costume, the joy in the girl's eyes froze in hers: "You..."

  "Miss... you're awake, wu wu... Miss... you've finally woken up!" The little maid came to her senses and ran to the bedside, laughing and crying.

  "What's that?" Lan Ya asked as she saw the girl had no malice.

  The little maid was taken aback again, somewhat surprised: "Miss, this is your home?"

  Home? Lanyah's heart skipped a beat, home? She looked around at the surrounding scenery, home? Ancient attire?

  "What's the name of this country?" Lan Ya gathered her thoughts, and a faint sense of unease crept into her heart. The Silver Moon family wasn't one that yearned for classical things; on the contrary, they were rather averse to Chinese classics.

  The idea of crossing over floated in her mind, crossing over? Is it possible?

  "Miss, you...you won't have amnesia again, will you?" The little maid's eyes widened in incredulity.

  Lan Ya's eyes closed wearily, her voice cool: "Amnesia, perhaps."

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