Ever since the mother and son entered the house, the life of the original owner and her mother had gotten worse and worse.
There are endless ways to torture people in the backyard, and they kill people without blood.
A few years later, the original owner's already frail mother died of illness, leaving the original owner with a little girl struggling to survive under the eyes of her stepmother, Mrs. Xiao, who was often made things difficult and punished.
Not having enough food and clothing, not keeping warm, and being forced to kneel in the ancestral hall every three days was a common occurrence.
If it weren't for the fact that his life was so miserable, the original owner would not have been bribed by Xiao Xuan's small favors and would have regarded him as his brother wholeheartedly.
In the end, he died miserably due to a bowl of sweet soup.
For the original owner.
Xiao Xuan is working for the tiger.
That Mrs. Xiao is obviously the man-eating tiger!
The death of the original owner's mother, the original owner's suffering and tragedy, are all inseparable from Mrs. Xiao.
Xiao Lingyue narrowed her eyes and suddenly felt murderous intention.
"What do you want to do? Do you still want to kill me?" Mrs. Xiao was frightened by the cold light with substance in her eyes, and she shrank back.
"Isn't it easy to kill you?" Xiao Lingyue's eyes were cold, and she slowly approached her, "You just scolded me very happily, right? Haven't you heard, how many assassins did I kill last night? Too many of you.
One doesn’t seem to matter.”
"You dare to try something random? My husband will not let you go!" Mrs. Xiao was so scared that she broke into a cold sweat.
She was originally a bully and fearful of the strong, just like Shen Zhijiang.
She is more cruel than anyone to the weak who have no resistance.
Yunzhi was pregnant, and she was carrying her own grandson. She would kill him if she said she would.
One corpse, two lives.
The original owner was humble and cowardly, and just wanted to have a full meal. She slapped him in the face at every turn, causing blood to flow from his mouth and nose.
Not to mention the original owner's biological mother...
In the middle of winter, he was seriously ill in bed and was dying of high fever. The original owner knelt on the snow, kowtowed and begged until his forehead was broken.
Mrs. Xiao, however, insisted on not opening the door or calling in the doctor.
In the end, the original owner's biological mother died of illness, and even accused her of dying of tuberculosis. For fear of infecting the family, they just dragged her out with a roll of straw mat and buried her.
No grave, no monument, no burial, no sacrifice.
The former general's wife did not even have a thin coffin when she died.
The more Xiao Lingyue thought about the past of the original owner, a nameless anger rose in her chest, as if the soul of the original owner who died tragically still remained in this body, crying out her grievances with blood and tears.
Once upon a time, no one avenged her, and no one knew her pain.
Now, Xiao Lingyue knows.
She came to avenge her!
"Whoa!" The soft sword suddenly came out of its sheath, its blade was as cold as lightning, and it stabbed Mrs. Xiao fiercely!
"Shen Wan——"
The devastated Xiao Xuan suddenly came back to his senses, roared angrily, and rushed over to knock Mrs. Xiao away.
But he was still a little late.
The sharp sword light passed across the side of Mrs. Xiao's face and cut off a strand of hair.
Mrs. Xiao fell heavily to the ground, rolled several times in embarrassment, and lay on the ground with disheveled hair.
"Ah!!" Xiao Rulan screamed in fright, turned around and ran away.
"Mother, mother! Are you okay?" Xiao Xuan's face turned pale with fright, and he rushed to Mrs. Xiao's side in panic and helped her up.
Mrs. Xiao was stunned.
A finger-long wound was cut on her cheek.
Because it was just a scratch, the wound was not deep, and the blood flowed slowly.
Xiao Xuan was relieved, guarding Mrs. Xiao tightly, and shouted: "Shen Wan! What do you mean? Do you want to kill my mother?" Hot 『』