The vicious villain is pretending to be weak again

This was a clever move, Jiang Yan didn't notice it for a moment, and fell heavily to the ground. He gasped in pain, but he didn't expect Jiang Lingyi to attack him suddenly.

The kung fu learned from being beaten in the past few months made him protect important parts almost instinctively, and then he wanted to fight back.

But when he stretched his hand halfway, he was easily strangled by the idiot sister in his image except for Sapo. With an inch of force, she clasped his hand behind his back, and Jiang Yan crawled on the ground in a state of embarrassment. .

He was deeply ashamed and howled angrily.

"What are you doing! Are you crazy Jiang Lingyi!!!"

Jiang Lingyi stepped on the back of his neck, but his hands restrained the man's hands, and his body sank slightly, Jiang Yan felt a tightness in his throat, and it became difficult to breathe.

"Oh!! You!!"

"I told you, don't provoke me, or I will beat you every time I see you, Jiang Yan, you have never been considered a big brother with me."

She was ruthless, without any emotion in her tone. At this moment, at this moment when she completely lost her ability to breathe, a violent emotion swept Jiang Yan more thoroughly than death.

Jiang Lingyi wanted to kill herself.

How to say this feeling.

In addition to the feeling of suffocation, he was followed by more severe pain and cramping of the heart.

She is his sister...

It's his sister who is connected by blood...

Jiang Yan's face was flushed, his face was buried in the soil, and only sand and sand were mixed between his mouth and nose. When his whole body reached the critical point of suffocation, he finally felt his body lighten.

Like a dying fish, he turned over and coughed until his heart broke.

Looking at him coldly lying on the ground gasping for breath, Jiang Lingyi didn't feel any emotion in her heart.

She raised her foot to leave, but Jiang Yan grabbed her ankle forcefully, his voice was hoarse and broken.

"Do you think I'm willing to let you be my sister! If it wasn't for you, my mother wouldn't have died at all!!! Why is the living person...you..."

With a trembling voice, he said the most vicious words he felt.

"...I would rather, the one who died was you."

Jiang Lingyi lowered her eyes, she looked extraordinarily calm in the face of such sharp words.

If it was 15-year-old Jiang Lingyi, she would definitely cry because of this sentence.

Fortunately, she is no longer.

On this matter, no matter how vicious or unreasonable the accusations were, she had already endured them.

"Ah."

She squatted down with a sneer, in the darkness, her eyes were cold, with almost inhuman cruelty.

she says.

"Then why don't you hate the Jiang family, why don't you hate Jiang Mingyi, don't hate Qiao Chunhua, don't hate all of them come to hate me.

Jiang Mingyi is selfish and cold-blooded, spoils his concubine and kills his wife, his selfishness and his ruthlessness make his mother cry every night, making her painfully become a sensible wife, Qiao Chunhua's filial piety has forced her mother to give in and compromise countless times, and let her let go of the dignity of a princess , making her humble into an obedient daughter-in-law.The entire Weiyuan Hou Mansion has made my mother a ridiculous existence. If you don't hate them, you come to hate me?

What right do you have to hate me, are you the only one who lost his mother?Are you the only one who is poor?

Why don't you hate them, come hate me?Is it because hating me can satisfy your filial piety as a son in your heart, while hating them will only make you lose the confidence of wantonness and freedom now, right? "

"No!" Jiang Yan denied it sharply, but Jiang Lingyi had already taken his hand and pulled it away without leaving any room.

Jiang Yan's entire right hand twitched in pain. With tears in his eyes, he raised his head, but only saw the sarcasm and disgust in Jiang Lingyi's eyes.

"Indeed, you are the only one who wants to show your filial piety, but you still want to enjoy all the wealth and family affection that the Hou Mansion brings to you, so you can only selfishly place this crime on mine. Come on, come and punish me logically, to satisfy your selfishness.

Jiang Yan, let me say this for the last time, stay away from me, you are such a shit, I don't care. "

She shook off his hand, this time she was not stopped again.

Not far away, two carriages stopped there, with lanterns hanging on the front of the carriages, like an ever-burning lamp, guiding Jiang Lingyi to walk over step by step.

Xu Guanlan was standing beside the car, on the stone blue brocade, with dark pattern jacquard, that touch of silver was like a scar across his heart, drawing a gap in the darkness.

Jiang Lingyi raised her head slightly, looked at the man's chin, her dark and gloomy eyes were devoid of any emotion, not even her eye sockets were red.

she says.

"Xu Jiu, let's go."

At that moment, Xi Yu, who was sitting in the back of the car and quietly opened the window to watch all this, felt her heart tremble.

He stared blankly at the man stretching out his hand, let the little girl hold his arm to get into the carriage, and then followed.

This movement is a very subtle and very intimate movement.

It is not easy to expose the relationship between the two without any physical contact.

He wanted to continue watching, but a hand slammed the car window shut.

It is the hairpin star.

She pursed her lips and glanced at him as a warning.

She was warning Xi Yu.

Put away your despicable gaze and stay away from my master.

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No one paid attention to the life and death of Jiang Yan who was lying on the ground. In the tent, everyone got drunk and got drunk. Only he got up from the ground and staggered back to his tent. .

Although Jiang Heng was strict with him, he never treated him harshly. Here, he has his own tent, and according to his wishes, even hung calligraphy and paintings, and placed porcelain.

All of them are worth a lot of money, worthy of the status of the second young master of the Marquis of Weiyuan.

He was covered in sand, and smashed everything in the camp to pieces with his backhand.

At this moment, his throat was still burning hot, but what he felt more painful was not his throat, but his own heart.

Jiang Yan felt that he couldn't take it anymore, he turned around and went out, grabbed a drunk man, trembling and wanted to speak, but felt his throat hurt terribly.

The man, who was already drunk, was disturbed by the noise, so he raised his fist and gave him a bang, hitting his cheekbone.

"His grandma's! Who dares to disturb Lao Tzu's dream! Go away!"

Jiang Yan fell to the ground with all his strength. He covered his face, apparently unable to believe the punch.

His eyes widened, their sockets were flushed, and crystal tears burst out uncontrollably, one after another.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The boy sat on the ground and wailed loudly, waking up a few people who were not yet completely drunk.

They raised their heads in bewilderment, looked at him covering his face, crying like a dead father, and couldn't help muttering in their hearts.

What are you crying about?

Good day, bad luck.