Chapter 2 Miss Trash【3】

"Li'er, Li... ah." There was another miserable scream.

Yan Li pulled out the silver hairpin from her hand, and dripped it to the ground.

In those beautiful eyes, the eyes flickered, and the extremely cold voice said slowly: "You don't think I'm a fool, do you have a mother who wants to kill her own child? Besides, what you just said, you seem to be I forgot."

I shouldn't have brought you back ten years ago
Do you still think she is the former Yanli, then she will die miserably——

"Li'er, I'm really, really your mother."

Yan Li hooked one corner of his mouth, and grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing the woman to open her mouth, revealing her scarlet tongue.

"I really don't want to hear that line again, and that harsh voice of yours—"

"What do you want?" Before the woman could finish her words, the intense pain spread from her tongue to her limbs.

It was Yan Li who took the bloody silver hairpin and pierced her tongue.

She can't even scream now.

It didn't pierce her chin, and every inch was well grasped.

Yan Li sneered and pulled out the silver hairpin, her sharp eyes watched her body tremble violently, and then slipped to the ground.

The smell of blood is everywhere in the air, lingering in the nose.

The woman's fear cannot be increased.

She was lying on the ground, whining in her throat, trying to speak, but she couldn't.

Yan Li looked at her condescendingly, and slowly spit out: "If you do your own crimes, you can't live. If there is a next time, then the body lying here will be your corpse! Tell you, don't try to challenge my bottom line, you will bear the consequences." No way!"

The woman nodded desperately.

Yan Li snorted coldly, turned her body slightly, the tips of her ears moved, and looked not far away from the corner of her eye.

Then she passed the woman and strode towards the house.

After Yan Li left, several men walked over quickly, and they were shocked when they saw the woman covered in blood who was limp on the ground.

"Aunt Qing, what are you?"

Aunt Qing raised her head, with fear in her eyes that had not yet dissipated, blood was continuously flowing from her mouth, and she shook her head humbly.

A man in white robe stepped forward and paused, stretched out his right hand, an invisible warm current emerged from the palm of his hand, and flew towards Aunt Qing.

The other boy snorted coldly, "Why are you saving her? It's a waste of spiritual energy."

The man in white robe didn't speak, and waited for the wound on Aunt Qing's hand and mouth to stop the bleeding, then asked with a frown, "Who hurt you?"

The fear on Aunt Qing's face became heavier and heavier, she struggled to stand up, and ran towards her room in a stumbling manner.

The few people left looked at each other in blank dismay.

The boy waved his hand and said impatiently: "Don't worry about her affairs, let her and that little bastard survive!"

"Aunt Qing looks very scared!"

"Let's go, let's go to learn, don't worry about it!"

The sound faded away.

And Yan Li in the room sneered, it seems that the people in this Yan Mansion really don't like her and that woman named Aunt Qing!
The corners of her mouth curled up, but her eyes sank to the extreme.

Fend for itself?
Little bastard?
After searching and searching, they couldn't find a body to possess, but accidentally entered the little girl's body.

Also called Yanli.

What a coincidence!
However, since she has been reborn, no one can bully her.

If you bully me a point, you will pay back ten points.

(End of this chapter)

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