Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

Wen Xinya looked at the puppet lying on the ground, with black and red blood writing distorted characters like ghosts, but she could tell at a glance that this was her birth date, and there was a stick stuck in it. The silver needle stained with dried blood became more strange and vicious: "The art of witchcraft!"

Ning Shuqian panicked, and then realized that the doll had fallen to the ground. Regardless of the dull pain in her buttocks, she reached out and grabbed the doll, holding it tightly in her hand. Now the only thing she can rely on is this A doll, she can't lose this doll.

Wen Xinya walked over slowly, as if all the aura in her body had been restrained, but her whole body was like an ancient well with no waves, deep and terrifying, she squatted beside Ning Shuqian, and grabbed Ning Shuqian Qian held the doll's hand tightly, and opened her fingers one by one...

"What are you going to do, Wen Xinya, let me go!" Ning Shuqian held the doll desperately, unwilling to let go. Her strength was very heavy and domineering, and every movement was strong, as if she wanted to squeeze her fingers. As if being snapped off, the fingers that were pulled away by Wen Xinya felt a heart-rending pain.

Wen Xinya forcefully opened her fingers, and snatched the puppet she was holding tightly. Because the action was too tyrannical, the silver needle on the puppet's back slid across Ning Shuqian's palm, and from the tiger's mouth between her thumbs, Slanting across the edge of the little finger, the long scratch spanned the entire palm.

"Ah, it hurts..." Ning Shuqian looked at the long scratches on her hand, gorgeous and enchanting blood beads rushed out from the wound, and then turned into a terrifying bloodstain, and the blood spread along the bloodstain Then, the drops fell on the ground, and the pain also spread along the way, making her face distorted a little more.

Wen Xinya took the puppet, looked up and down, left and right, back and forth, looked at Ning Shuqian with a sneer, with a mocking and contemptuous look in her eyes: "The reason why you sneaked into my room , It turned out that they wanted to take my hair or close-fitting clothes and give them to Taoist priests to cast spells, and then prick my birth date with silver needles every day, and use witchcraft to deal with me!"

It seems that Ning Shuqian knew that she had lost her last reliance and was in a state of chaos, so she was so absurd that she used this illusory ghost technique to deal with her.

"The master is indeed right. You are an evildoer, Xie Chong. You came here to seek revenge against me." Ning Shuqian's eyes widened suddenly. What to do in one step.

"You're right, I came here to avenge you." Wen Xinya pushed towards Ning Shuqian, with chilling hatred flashing in her eyes, this was the first time she expressed her hatred The meaning was clearly revealed in front of Ning Shuqian.

The hatred in her eyes made Ning Shuqian's mind stunned, as if her soul was suffering Ling Chi's pain under such terrible hatred, she subconsciously shrunk her body back, but what echoed in her mind was that... What a master said before: "She is the sin of the previous life, and she came here to seek revenge in this life..."

If it wasn't for the injustice of the previous life, how could Wen Xinya, a little bitch, have such hatred for her?

Wen Xinya threw the puppet in her hand to Ning Shuqian's face, and said with a cold expression: "However, Ning Shuqian! You don't think that a mere puppet can really deal with me..." Her As soon as the subject changed, the corners of his lips curled up in a slight mocking arc again: "It's not because I lost my greatest reliance, and now I'm left alone and helpless. I know I'm powerless to deal with me, so I went to the doctor in a hurry to believe it." This is a ghostly technique!"

After hearing her words, Ning Shuqian suddenly widened her eyes, and looked at her in disbelief: "You... What do you mean?"

Could it be that the little bitch Wen Xinya knew about the existence of that person, and the person suddenly disappeared, could it be related to Wen Xinya?

Wen Xinya looked at her with a sneer: "Does Aunt Ning know about the mass cleansing that took place on Black Sunday a while ago? Looking at Aunt Ning's appearance, she doesn't seem to know that the person who helped you deal with me behind your back is the power of Black Sunday." , but... Black Sunday has long since ceased to exist, and no one will help you deal with me in the future."

"It's not true, it's not true!" Ning Shuqian stared at Wen Xinya with wide-open eyes, and there was a blackness and strangeness in her frozen eyeballs, which was extremely frightening.

She didn't want to believe Wen Xinya's words, but she couldn't convince herself that the bodyguard that that person got her before also disappeared suddenly when Black Sunday was being purged, and she only started when Black Sunday was being purged. There is no such a coincidence in this world if you can't contact that person.

"You lied to me, bastard, you are lying to me at all." Ning Shuqian's round eyes, instead of shrinking, widened even more because of hatred. All the resentment, hatred, viciousness, and vicious frenzy made her look hideous and terrifying.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. The important thing is... Now that I want to deal with you, it's as easy as strangling an ant to death." Wen Xinya's voice was soft and charming, cold and icy, and she slowly spread her arms as she spoke. Open your palms, and then gather your fingers together, and your hands are tightly clenched together, exuding an astonishing hostility all over your body.

Ning Shuqian's body softened suddenly, looking at Wen Xinya in front of her, she was so close to her, as if she was trapped in a narrow and narrow space, even her breathing became difficult, she said in a panic : "No...you can't hurt me...I am your father's wife, your father will not let you hurt me, with your father here...you will never dare to do anything to me..."

Ning Shuqian's words hit the point right away. Even though grandpa was disappointed with Wen Haowen, his bones and tendons were broken. Grandma and Wen Haowen vented their anger through the same nostrils. Although she didn't recognize Wen Haozhu's father in her heart, she She can't disregard human relations, because of Wen Haowen, she really can't do anything to Ning Shuqian, besides...the real mastermind behind Black Sunday has not yet surfaced, Ning Shuqian is still very useful.

Her silence made Ning Shuqian even more arrogant, she laughed maniacally, her face was full of complacency: "Hahahaha... Even if no one in the Wen family recognizes me, so what, as long as your father recognizes me I'll do it, if you dare to hurt me, I will make your father and your grandpa father and son separate from each other, and you will be blamed by thousands of people for bearing human relations."

Wen Xinya looked at her arrogant expression, clenched her hands into fists, her body was trembling stiffly, she really wanted to rush forward and beat her up.

Ning Shuqian became more and more reckless: "You know, I have this ability, otherwise your father, who has always advertised as a filial son, would have sent your grandfather to the hospital in anger. Once you returned to Wen's house, your father would hate him so much. You even hate you, hahahaha...that's all thanks to me..."

Wen Xinya's clenched hands that were clenched into fists suddenly loosened, and a faint look appeared on her face: "It's just a dying struggle."

She told about Black Sunday in order to extinguish all hope of Ning Shuqian, defeat all her will and fighting spirit, and make her desperate and helpless. Now her goal has been achieved.