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

The manor was in chaos.

The fruits on the table were overturned, cups and plates were shattered on the floor, and the whole courtyard was in a mess.

Several people stood scattered, their original crying stopped abruptly due to the sudden change.

The instigator was pierced by the evil-killing sword through his collar and hung on a wooden stake.

His fat, ball-like body twisted wildly like maggots, and his mouth uttered incomprehensible syllables.

Song Nanzhu's "Third Senior Brother" directly broke the silence in the air.

The familiar voice caused a boy with dyed silver hair to widen his eyes.

"Little, little junior brother?"

Xia Yu looked at the beautiful woman standing next to Song Nanzhu.

"Sister?"

Song Nanzhu responded to him enthusiastically. In comparison, Meng Xingluan's attitude was much colder.

Xia Yu felt a chill on the back of her neck.

No matter how hard he tried, he never expected to see his senior sisters and brothers here.

The days of living in the mountains have become hazy in my memory, but at this moment, the fog is blown away like the wind.

Everyone knew that this was not the time to reminisce about the past.

The lady who contacted Meng Xingluan yesterday walked towards her with a pale face and wiped her tears.

"Master Meng, look at my son..."

"He's possessed."

Meng Xingluan looked at the boy with half-squinted eyes.

At this time, a violent voice came, "Fang Jing! Who allows you to invite some random people over?!"

The visitor was a middle-aged man with a big belly.

He was so frightened just now that he could not understand, but he recovered now.

He pushed aside the servant who was blocking the way, walked over with a fierce look, raised his hand and slapped the lady on the face.

'Snapped! '

The clear voice made half of the lady's face suddenly red and swollen.

She covered her face and shouted at the man with tears in her eyes: "She can save Yangyang! Yangyang is my son, what's wrong if I want to save him?"

"Save? Everyone said there is no cure! I don't have a son like this monster! I don't know who you had an affair with to give birth to this evil son..."

Han Mao cursed at the woman.

Master Xia Yu: "..."

He said there was no cure, but what he meant was that there was no drug that could save him from this situation!

How did Han Mao understand it?

Faced with the gazes from Meng Xingluan and Song Nanzhu, Xia Yu felt even more stressed.

The couple were still quarreling.

The grievances that had been accumulating in Fang Jing's heart suddenly exploded at this moment.

"A bastard? Isn't the son you gave birth to by raising a mistress outside a bastard a bastard? Han Mao, let me tell you, if you want to bring the illegitimate child home, there is no way! The Han family belongs to Yangyang!"

Just when the man became angry and wanted to slap him again, a bunch of ruthless 'Han Yaoyang' rushed towards him.

Things happened so suddenly that Han Mao was pinned to the ground by his son.

The servants watching burst into screams.

Song Nanzhu thoughtfully stepped forward and pulled Fang Jing to a safe area.

She looked at her son who had lost all sense, covered her mouth and sobbed.

Meng Xingluan recalled the Evil Killing Sword and wiped away the non-existent dust on it with one hand. The blade was sharp and glowing with cold light.

"Stop crying, he can still be saved."

Xia Yu also came over at this time and said, "That's not what I meant when I said there is no cure. Your husband himself understood it wrong."

At the end, he added: "My senior sister is very powerful. If she says there is help, there will be help."

Hearing this, Fang Jing finally felt better.

But the tears still couldn't stop falling.

"Master Meng, no matter how much it costs, as long as you can save Yangyang, you will be our benefactor! I only have one son..."

‘Han Yaoyang’ pressed Han Mao so hard that he could hardly breathe.

The old man's face was swollen to the color of pig liver. Meng Xingluan used the last second to use the Evil Killing Sword to overturn 'Han Yaoyang'.

Such a magical scene makes people unable to recover for a long time.

The evil-killing sword shined dazzlingly in the sun, and it revolved around 'Han Yaoyang' very flexibly.

The boy struggled to twist his fat body and jump around trying to catch this unsightly thing, but he stumbled and fell.

"Yangyang!"

Fang Jing shouted in panic.

Song Nanzhu pulled her and said, "Mrs. Fang, this is not your son. It is a lonely ghost that just took over your son's body."

Meng Xingluan stared at 'Han Yaoyang' closely and recited the incantation silently.

The next second, the Zhuxie Sword burst out with a burst of colorless light. The light gathered in the air and condensed into a sharp sword of light.

The appearance is very similar to the Evil Killing Sword.

"go with!"

With a cold cry, the lightsaber passed through the center of 'Han Yaoyang's' chest.

Just hearing a shrill scream, the lonely ghost hiding in the boy's body was violently torn out.

Han Yaoyang's face turned pale, his eyes closed and he fainted.

The evil-killing sword flying in the air circled around and returned to Meng Xingluan's hand.

It has shrunk to a size of five or six centimeters. If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, you might as well have spent money to create special effects.

Song Nanzhu looked at Meng Xingluan with shining and admiring eyes.

In his eyes, the 1.7-meter-and-a-half-meter tall figure grew into a height of [-] meters.

Senior sister is so handsome! Crazy call for senior sister!

He saved the video he shot and went back to prepare to stay up late to release it.

Xia Yu recovered from the shock.

I sighed with emotion, as expected, senior sister is still so awesome.

Today he was just being chased by his father and came here to join in the fun.

If Meng Xingluan was not here today, he would probably have to sit to death with his body weighing several hundred kilograms.

Feeling the two burning gazes, Meng Xingluan raised his hand and strangled the ghost's neck in the air.

His voice was cold, "You said I'm going to die?"

‘Han Yaoyang’ was so frightened that his entire ghost body was trembling.

He looked at Meng Xingluan with horrified eyes, wondering how a living person could choke his neck from the air.

"Master, I was wrong, I was just talking nonsense..."

If time could pass, he would never covet this devil-like woman!

Who knew there were people who looked so good across the screen?

'Han Yaoyang''s original idea was to take the opportunity to find Meng Xingluan, and then seize the body while she was not paying attention.

Who would have known that the other party is not a human being!

He actually came to his door and started killing him!

‘Han Yaoyang’ wanted to die.

Although he has been dead for decades now.

Meng Xingluan sneered, "Nonsense? You took someone's body, tried to replace it, and even tried to harm them. What do you think we should do?"

‘Han Yaoyang’ was about to cry.

Is there anything wrong with him just wanting to experience the feeling of being alive again?

Although the bodies he grabbed earlier were already dead, he didn't kill them on purpose!

"I-I'm just borrowing it...do you think he's not dead yet?"

"I'm not dead yet, but I'm not far away from death."

Overeating in a short period of time can overwhelm the organs in your body.

Meng Xingluan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and her thin white hands tightened.

The round ghost body deflated like a deflated balloon, and after a few seconds, it turned into a wisp of smoke and dispersed.

At this moment, a roar came from behind.

"Stop! You little girl has such a vicious heart!"