"I'm resurrected? I'm still good at saying things, I don't look like you..." Ling Qiuying smiled without any reason, glanced at her stepmother who was sitting opposite her a little uneasy and glanced around, she whispered.

The voice made Lan Fanting smile in her eyes, but it was so insignificant. Chen Qianxue pushed away the hand that Ling Qiuying was put on her shoulder, glared at Ling Qiuying indignantly, and said in a very low voice: "You

This bad girl." Then she waited for her stepmother's calm face to change.

"No matter what," the stepmother smiled wildly, "Don't forget, I am the hostess here. As for your mother, at most it was before that, so why are you doing here? I want you to go right now

, get out—go—go!”

"Get out?" Chen Qianxue looked at her with a playful look. In an instant, the look became extremely bloody. In that short time, she actually stood behind the stepmother. Chen Qianxue bent down slightly, holding a dagger in her hand.

The stepmother's face was slashing, gently and slowly.

"Ah--" The stepmother shouted, not used to the cold contact on her face. She shouted again and again, and couldn't sit still. She shouted as she said, "Go away! Go away!! Quickly

Take it away!!!”

"...No." Chen Qianxue snorted with a very childish temper. At this time, a small group of men in uniform walked down at the entrance of the stairs and pointed at Chen Qianxue's hand holding a dagger: "Put down your hand

arms!"

“Ahhhh——”

The man frowned and looked at the knife marks on his stepmother's face. Chen Qianxue leaned against her earlobe, "Do you still want to put it down?"

"Go away!! You all go away!!" The stepmother waved her hands randomly.

"Let go of your martial arts..."

"Shut up, it's so noisy."

A big and small voice came out. Lan Fanting looked coldly at the guns in the hands of the team at the stairs, approaching step by step, and the long whip in her hand seemed particularly conspicuous. She waved her long whip neatly.

They took a few steps back quickly.

"Next year is your death day." Ling Qiuying raised her hand behind her, with poison needles of the same size between the fingers of one hand, and a small silver spear in the other hand facing her with a small silver spear in her hand.

At the other end of the corridor, there was a small team waiting there at some time, as if they were preparing to start a war.

"You guys go away!" The stepmother pointed at the stairs randomly and shouted, completely losing her calmness just now.

The group of people looked at each other for a while before slowly retreating until they disappeared in front of them.

"Rope..." Chen Qianxue put the dagger on her stepmother's shoulder and suddenly said this. Ling Qiuying threw the rope on her waist to Chen Qianxue. She quickly hung the rope in the air.

Tie the rope at the end to the stepmother's hands. She screamed and struggled, but Chen Qianxue was still tied smoothly. Ling Qiuying pulled the other end and then pulled the rope down very lightly. Then the stepmother was

Hanging in the air at that time, Ling Qiuying settled her seat before she walked on the sofa and sat down.
Chapter completed!