The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

Chapter 105 The 4th life can only live one

Xiangsi was surrounded by more than a dozen hidden guards, and escorted to Madam Yang.

Mrs. Yang raised her orchid finger, held a cup of hot tea, and drank it while blowing. After taking a few sips, she suddenly raised her hand, splashed the whole bowl of hot tea on Acacia's face, grabbed her hair and said, "Tut tsk tsk, look at this Small appearance, really I feel pity."

Acacia is cold-eyed.Yang Yuanyuan and his wife forced Ling Ziqi to kill someone, she more or less knew about it.So I don't like these two people very much.

"Why, do you feel that we regard Ling Ziqi as a knife to kill people? Do you feel distressed? But what kind of thing is he, and how much do you know? We only promised him a little favor, and he still stepped on you without hesitation. .”

Acacia lowered her eyes and turned a deaf ear.

Madam Yang stopped talking nonsense, and cut straight to the point: "Your brother Wang Xuanran is dead, he was killed by Ling Ziqi. Because we promised him to complete this order, we will give him back his freedom."

Xiangsi suddenly raised her head, then sneered again, how could she believe that this woman was sowing discord?

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, I'll take you to meet a few people, and they will tell you the truth." Mrs. Yang got up and smiled viciously: "At that time, I'm afraid that it will be too late for you to hate him."

After traveling for several hours, the carriage arrived at a remote mountain village.Mrs. Yang pointed to the small courtyard of the farmhouse and said: "The people living in it are all your family members. My husband found it for you after a lot of hard work. Don't forget his great kindness."

Acacia stood outside the courtyard, as if in a lifetime.The ones in the yard are really her long-lost family members?The feeling of nostalgia is more timid, is it her current mood?

A chubby little boy ran out, and when he saw Acacia, he shouted loudly: "Grandpa, grandma, daddy, mommy, there are guests here."

Immediately, a group of people ran out of the room "hula la", surrounded Xiangsi in the middle.

Xiangsi looked at the faces that were both familiar and unfamiliar, and finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

At night, Acacia lay on the kang, the joy of reuniting with her family has long been replaced by pain.

After talking for a day, she can be sure that these are indeed her family members.Blood relationship is a very delicate thing, even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers, and the vicissitudes of time, the ties between flesh and blood can't be broken.

Mother's words are still like thunder, heavy in Acacia's ears, crushing over and over again: "Your elder brother is the most promising in the family, and he won the second place in the autumn taboo, and entered the censor platform to become the censor. But because He was upright and was assassinated. The man who killed him was called Ling Ziqi, even if I die, I will remember this name..."

How could it be brother Ziqi?Xiangsi covered herself tightly with the quilt, crying silently.He clearly knew that Wang Xuanran was his elder brother, why did he still do it?

"Bang bang bang", there was a regular knocking sound on the window, and Acacia turned over deftly.

In the exquisite and gorgeous carriage, Mrs. Yang smiled very proudly: "How? You don't believe my words, but you should believe your family's words, right?"

"What exactly do you want from me?"

Even if Ling Ziqi killed his brother, wasn't it because Yang Yuanyuan forced him?The real behind-the-scenes murderer is this pair of wretched couples!

Mrs. Yang clapped her hands together: "Okay, you are indeed a female killer from the Qishang Sect!"

Her tone suddenly changed, with unparalleled resentment: "I want you to kill Ling Ziqi! Immediately! Immediately!"

Hatred distorted her face, as if possessed by a devil: "He betrayed my husband and hurt my son, and I will make him pay the price!"

Xiangsi sneered: "You think too highly of me, I can't kill him at all."

"This is your business. Don't forget, your family is in our hands. You live and they live, and you die and they die."

Mrs. Yang leaned over suddenly, like a kind elder coaxing the younger Chunchun: "Just tell him that you two can only live as one, and see what he will choose? Maybe you can get an unexpected surprise."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then let your whole family die."

I don't know when, suddenly it began to drizzle.Mrs. Yang sent Acacia to another place: "He's hiding here, shutting himself up all day, presumably because he's afraid you will seek revenge. If you can't kill him, let your family bury him with you!"

The small yard is clean and tidy, and a little yellowish light shines through the cracks in the windows.A tall and slender silhouette was printed on the window paper, playing a piece of music.Strings of lingling qin sounds flowed out from his fingertips, mellow and lingering, like weeping.It was as if an affectionate young man was pouring out his unknown admiration to the evening wind and the drizzle.Looking forward to staying with the one you love for a long time and being in love for a long time.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Xiangsi felt unbearable grief for some reason, and stood like that in the rain, without the courage to take a step forward.It seems that as long as she moves forward, she will be beyond redemption.

The people in the room have so sensitive hearing, they raised their hands to hold down the strings, and in the blink of an eye, they came to Xiangsi.Seeing the person in front of him, he was overjoyed: "Xiangsi, you..."

Xiangsi blinked back the tears hard, and interrupted him coldly: "I'm here to kill you."

Ling Ziqi's face lost all color, and he looked at her silently for a long time, as if trying to discern the truth of this sentence.After a while, he smiled awkwardly: "Tell me, why?"

"Between you and me, only one can live tonight."

Xiangsi slowly drew out the long sword: "Draw out the sword."

My own kung fu is far inferior to his, but for the sake of my family, I have to fight hard.

———It seems that the heroine in this life is not so cold-blooded?Or am I writing and writing, and suddenly I don't want to write about her so heartlessly? ?? Next chapter on sugar, cookies.