The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

She turned her head to Lin Qingming and said, "Ming'er, just now this diabolical slave made it clear that Aunt Hua ordered it, and now she says it was a frame-up, which is really confusing. But no matter what, this diabolical slave They all have ulterior motives. But this matter is really weird, although your sister and I are smart, but I can't figure out a word at this moment, why don't you ask your sister carefully."

After a pause, he continued: "Aunt Hua is a gentle person, she can get things done by using her words, but we are rough people, we can't imitate Aunt Hua's gentleness, and we don't have the power of Aunt Hua. , so you have to use your brains well, and don't let Mrs. Wang have the courage to talk nonsense with red lips and white teeth."

Lin Qingming responded loudly, stepped forward and kicked Mrs. Wang. Although he was small, he hated Mrs. Wang to the bone. With this kick, Mrs. Wang fell to her knees with a "plop", "Kacha "A sound, like the sound of bones breaking - after all, they are almost frozen into ice sculptures, so they don't need to be dropped!"

As soon as Mrs. Wang went down, she began to howl, the sound was so loud that it almost knocked over the roof.

But this time, she was really spineless, howled even more, but Lin Qingming kicked her a few times, and she insisted that she was talking nonsense.

Aunt Hua looked at it, but she couldn't bear it: "Fifth Young Master, what are you doing? The matter is clear and obvious, but you are going to be tortured for doing this?" Although she knew that at this time, in order to avoid suspicion, she It shouldn't be said, but Mrs. Wang is doing things for her. Although Mrs. Wang backtracked, everyone in this room is like a mirror in their hearts. She can be saved if she doesn't save it.

"Being beaten into a trick?" Lin Qingran laughed again: "Auntie, now I doubt not only your age, but also your brain, so I won't pretend to be all muddled, otherwise, I can say such stupid things well." Exit?" The more sharp and merciless.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the scissors in the sewing basket in Aunt Hua's room, picked them up, rushed to the front of Mrs. Wang, held them up high, and turned to look at Lin Qingming: "Ming'er, this kind of slacker is going to be like this." When you ask a question, you are willing to tell the truth."

Lin Qingming nodded and said: "Second Sister is right, I am too merciful."

Everyone was covered with black lines, looking at the wailing Mrs. Wang on the ground: Is this called kindness?

Lin Qingran scanned the surroundings, and her eyes fell on Mrs. Wang: "I advise you to tell the truth!" As she spoke, the scissors in her hand pointed at Mrs. Wang's ears.

The light of the scissors shone coldly in the sun, and the maids and women in the room were covered with hairs standing on end, as if they had already felt the pain of the scissors cutting off.

Mrs. Wang screamed, but she didn't feel the pain. She couldn't help but look suspiciously, but saw that the scissors didn't cut off her ears, but a few strands of hair that fell to the ground.

Lin Qingran's smile bloomed faintly. Under the sun, it was like a lotus flower in full bloom. It was quiet and beautiful, and she said lightly, "Sorry, my hand is off, but I promise, the next time it falls, it will definitely be your ear."

Mrs. Wang's face turned from purple to iron black, her lips trembled in disbelief, and at this moment, she didn't care about the pain in her legs, and kept kowtowing to Lin Qingran: "Second Miss, I kowtow to you. I beg Second Young Miss to spare this servant...Hold your hand high, please spare this servant..."

Lin Qingran sneered: "If you tell the truth, I will forgive you? If you don't tell the truth, how can I forgive you?"

While speaking like this, the scissors in Lin Qingran's hand fell on Mrs. Wang's ear, and with a scream, the bloody ear fell down, and the red blood traced a bright arc in the air and fell to the ground. Little red snowflakes splashed down.