The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

Meng Xingluan didn't take these harsh words to heart at all.

She glanced at Ji Su coldly, and the mocking look in her eyes was self-evident.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being Shu Liang's lackey, and he is both a virtuous man.

Stupid and arrogant.

It’s not her who’s finished today, but everyone here.

Withdrawing his gaze, Meng Xingluan kicked the ajar door open with his foot.

The violent 'bang' made both people inside and outside couldn't help but feel their hearts in their throats.

Meng Xingluan was arrogant to the extreme.

Ji Su's breathing became rapid due to pain, but he remembered that Shu Liang was still standing inside, so he bit the bullet and asked reluctantly: "Minister, do you need me to call some people over?"

Shu Liang is sitting behind the desk at the moment.

There was a hint of gloom on his elegant face, and his cold gaze fell on Meng Xingluan, as if he was looking at someone who was about to die.

He said to Ji Su: "No, close the door and get out."

"Yes, Minister."

Ji Su breathed a long sigh of relief, lowered his head and closed the door again with his uninjured hand.

The sound of the lock being locked was crisp, instantly cutting off the outside world, and the atmosphere inside was suffocating.

This office was temporarily packed out for working purposes.

The area is not large, but there is only a desk, chair and a row of bookshelves, making it look very empty.

The elegant man looked at the woman standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.

The other party's hands were handcuffed, Shu Liang suppressed a trace of satisfaction in his heart, and then smiled slightly.

He said politely: "We are new here, please don't mind if you offend Miss Meng in any way."

Meng Xingluan smiled shamelessly.

She tugged on the silver handcuffs, her peach blossom eyes twinkling, but upon closer inspection they were filled with endless coldness.

A cold voice slowly sounded: "If I say you mind, Minister Shu, can you kill them all?"

The woman responded with Shu Liang's silence and angry eyes.

Meng Xingluan was not afraid.

He continued to sneer: "It seems that Minister Shu is used to being hypocritical. Today I have learned a lot."

Shu Liang couldn't bear it anymore and scolded him in a low voice: "Meng Xingluan, don't push yourself too far!"

"Why, aren't you trying to beat around the bush with me?"

Shu Liang had never seen such an irritating person.

It was as if God had sent him deliberately to oppose him.

Seeing that she was exposed directly, Shu Liang stopped going around in circles and went straight to the point with sharp eyes.

"Meng Xingluan, do you know your guilt?"

Meng Xingluan: "..."

Meng Xingluan: "I didn't expect you, Minister Shu, to be so good."

He can compete with that Zhong Siyu.

Shu Liang gritted his teeth: "...I just want to ask you if you know you are guilty?"

"How come I don't know I committed a crime? I didn't kill anyone and I didn't set fire. Minister Shu, please don't wrongly accuse a good person."

The lazy tone is the most irritating.

Shu Liang's chest was obviously rising and falling faster, and he clenched his palms to barely maintain his senses.

He couldn't help but think of his son Shu Jinsheng, who was still lying in bed recovering from his injuries, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but grow stronger.

Today he will make it impossible for Meng Xingluan to leave this place!

"As a metaphysician, you are not allowed to use talismans on ordinary people at will, but not only did you use it, you also arrogantly broadcast a live broadcast for tens of millions of people to watch at the same time. Do you think you are guilty or not guilty?"

Meng Xingluan's expression didn't even change.

"Is someone dead?"

The sudden rhetorical question made Shu Liang unable to react for a while.

After a long while, he squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"You have committed a crime even if you are not dead!"

Meng Xingluan understood. She lowered her head and fiddled with the silver handcuffs in her hands. The few strands of hair hanging down from her forehead blocked the emotions in her eyes, making it difficult to see what she was thinking.

Shu Liang couldn't help but added: "According to the special management system, your behavior is very bad. You will be locked up for more than ten years at least!"

As long as Meng Xingluan is successfully imprisoned, will he be able to decide whether he will live or die?

Shu Liang's imagination was beautiful, but the reality was very skinny.

With a "click" sound, the handcuffs were removed by her. Without the restraints, Meng Xingluan looked extremely dangerous.

Shu Liang retreated subconsciously, his expression ugly.

"Meng Xingluan, what do you want to do?"

"Don't be afraid, Minister. I'm not going to do anything. So, just recite the 120th and 300th rules to me and I'll see if they are the same as what I know."

The woman stared directly at him.

Those eyes seemed to have the ability to penetrate, which made Shu Liang unable to resist for a moment.

You definitely can’t carry it on your back.

Shu Liang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he threw a piece of talisman from his pocket.

"Meng Xingluan, you forced me to do this!"

Meng Xingluan ducked sideways, but the power of the talisman still affected her.

The woman only took a step back and stabilized her figure.

Her lazy expression immediately faded, and she stared at Shu Liang thoughtfully.

Adhering to the good moral character of asking questions when you don't understand, she asked: "Shu Liang, are you taking hormones?"

This level of talisman paper is not something Shu Liang can draw.

She had fought against Shu Liang.

The other party is just a paper tiger with no position, not half as powerful as his son.

Shu Liang's eyes were scarlet, "Meng Xingluan, you are seeking death!"

The man continued his attack.

This time, instead of just using talisman paper, he picked up the peach wood sword and stabbed it towards Meng Xingluan.

The most primitive way of fighting.

Meng Xingluan dodged unhurriedly, teasing Shu Liang like a mouse.

Shu Liang was almost furious when he noticed this.

He tried his best to suppress the sweet taste in his throat, and his attacks became more and more cruel.

Meng Xingluan did not hide it, summoned the Evil Killing Sword and cut the Taomu Sword in half.

"Yeah, it's broken."

The words sounded quite aggrieved.

Shu Liang spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Meng Xingluan quickly stepped back, but there were still a few drops of red stuff on his coat.

In an instant, the disgust in his eyes overflowed without concealment.

Before Meng Xingluan could react, a black mist-like substance began to gather around Shu Liang.

It looks familiar.

But now is obviously not the time to think.

Meng Xingluan didn't panic at all. She slowly brushed the sharp blade of the sword with her fingertips.

He said lightly: "Director Shu, do you think the power you borrowed is afraid of being struck by lightning?"