Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

Fu Mo'er was so angry that he was shaking all over, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are the one who deserves to die!"

"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

"what!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Fu Mo'er screamed.

She pointed at the hand that was holding Jiuqing up. A bullet had penetrated her palm, and it was dripping with blood.

Bai Ling, the instigator, calmly took back the still smoking gun.

Fu Jiuqing tilted her head and stared at Bai Ling, with a deep smile in her eyes.

The vivid and beautiful eyes seem to be saying - well done!

Bai Ling's delicate and beautiful face showed a shyness that did not fit her external image.

The weapon in her hand was loaded again, ready to kill anyone who disrespected the lady at any time.

Fu Mo'er held the bleeding hand and choked and complained to Fu Wenjun downstairs.

"Dad, you said you would help me take revenge! Kill Fu Jiuqing! Kill her!"

In the past, Fu Wenjun would always respond to his favorite daughter's requests.

At this time, his expression looked like he had eaten a piece of Xiang.

Fu Mo'er's tone was pitiful and aggrieved, and she looked at Fu Wenjun with a pair of sad eyes.

Fu Wenjun didn't express anything, his greasy face looked cold.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Fu Mo'er gritted his teeth and spoke again.

"Dad, help me kill her. I can give you whatever you want!"

Fu Wenjun couldn't react for a moment with his decisive tone of risk.

Fu Jiuqing understood it immediately.

After all, she discovered Fu Moer hiding upstairs early in the morning.

This woman is indeed not simple, she is a ruthless character.

Not only was he indifferent to the deaths of his mother and brother, he also harbored evil intentions.

Immediately after her mother died, she wanted to ascend to the throne and become the new wife to support the family.

Fu Jiuqing glanced at Fu Wenjun and deliberately disgusted him: "This is the true apple of your eye that you have held in your hands and pampered for more than ten years. Why don't you just accept it."

Fu Wenjun, who was awakened by the words, turned over and vomited out with a pale face.

He couldn't believe that Fu Mo'er would have such thoughts.

My wife had just died, and my youngest son was gone too.

His daughter, who was once doted upon by him, has such unbelievable thoughts, which is really disgusting!

Fu Wenjun felt the greatest malice of fate towards him.

The family is broken up, people are destroyed, and misfortune is everywhere, that's all.

Seeing Fu Wenjun's disgust and revulsion, Fu Moer still didn't understand.

She blamed all this on Fu Jiuqing, glaring at her with a sinister look.

Fu Moer gritted his teeth and roared hysterically: "So what if you are the real daughter of the Fu family!

My father's favorite person for so many years is me. You are just a humble and pathetic person. No one will like you! "

Fu Jiuqing crumpled Fu Shuai's ghost in his hand into a black ball.

With her cold eyes, she stared at the Yin Cha not far away who came to arrest her soul.

Fu Shuai's spherical ghost was casually thrown to Yin Chai by Fu Jiuqing.

With cold eyebrows, she looked up at Fu Mo'er, who was trembling upstairs.

"I'm not as pitiful as you. After all, I'm the one who's going to die soon."

Fu Wenjun, who was bending over to vomit, immediately stood up straight when he heard this.

"Jiu Qing, she is your sister, you can't kill anyone anymore!"

Even if she is not her biological daughter, she is still the child she has loved for more than ten years.

Fu Wenjun couldn't do it and watched Fu Moer die tragically in front of his eyes.

People are like this, even if the feelings they give are not reciprocated, they still have a preference for them.

After all, Fu Wenjun was used to protecting Fu Mo'er as a child he had loved.

As for biological daughters, they can be discarded at will if they have not given any affection to her.

Fu Jiuqing stared at Fu Wenjun with cold eyes.

She looked surprised, pretending to be surprised and asked: "You don't really want to marry her and become the new wife of the Fu family, do you?"

She touched her chin and looked back and forth at the unrelated father and daughter.

Fu Jiuqing thought for a moment, nodded secretly, and said shockingly: "It doesn't seem impossible to get rid of the same household registration book."

Fu Wenjun was disgusted again and yelled: "Shut up!"

He clutched his chest, which was beating very fast, pointed at Fu Jiuqing's nose and cursed angrily.

"So what if you are my daughter? I have supported our family for so many years, given you food and drink, how could I have treated you badly?!

You killed Lan Lan, and Shuai Shuai, and now you want to kill Mo'er! Such a vicious person is not worthy of supporting my family! "

Fu Wenjun was angry, but the words in his head blurted out.

"Mr. Fu, please be polite to my wife."

A sweet, melodious, gentle voice that was not angry or authoritative rang out from the entrance to Fujia's house.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and their eyes followed the sound.

Qin Baichen, who was surrounded by the Qin family's escort team, was wearing a calm and high-definition suit with dark tones, and his demeanor was graceful and elegant.

He has three-dimensional facial features, deep eyebrows and eyes, and has a noble and handsome look of oriental classical beauty.

The top-notch looks and the dignity imprinted in the bones are a visual impact.

It makes people feel that he is unattainable, aloof and indifferent, and alienated from the world.

The compassion between his brows and eyes suppressed the coldness and murderous aura in his bones.

Those who didn't know it thought that this seemingly humble and elegant prince was very compassionate and harmless.

Fu Jiuqing has always been poisoned by Fu Wenjun's ugly face, and Qin Baichen's sultry good looks can't help but make her eyes light up.

She stared at her cheap husband's gentle face and washed her eyes hard.

Sure enough, humans are visual animals and naturally love beautiful people and things.

Compared with Qin Baichen's pale and dull face when he first met him.

At this time, because of the ghost energy in his body, his face was ruddy and his expression was vivid and natural.

Fu Jiuqing's expression changed very quickly, and when he fell into Qin Baichen's eyes, which were as bright as cold stars, he felt that she was soft and cute.

He seemed affectionate, but in reality his eyes were distant and cold, staring deeply at Fu Jiuqing.

"Qingqing, I'm here to take you home."

Master Qin raised his thin lips with a slight smile and came with calm and elegant steps.

Fu Jiuqing glanced at Bai Ling, who had a guilty look on his face.

You know without asking that she must have informed Qin Baichen.

Fu Jiuqing raised her delicate chin and looked up at the man who was much taller than her.

"You came quickly."

The voice is cold and the ending is rising, with an indescribable meaning.

There was a faint smile on Master Qin's lips, and he said warmly: "I'm worried that you will be bullied."

He looked up and down at Fu Jiuqing, who looked gentle and harmless.

Seeing that she was safe and sound, Qin Baichen glanced at Bai Ling with his cold and indifferent eyes.

His beautiful thin lips moved: "You just let your wife be humiliated like this?"

The unhurried accusation made Bai Ling tremble all over.

She licked her lips nervously, wanting to explain, but saw Yan Jiu shaking his head slightly at her.

Bai Ling was enlightened and almost committed a taboo.

She knelt on one knee in front of Qin Baichen and Fu Jiuqing.

"The subordinate is guilty!"

The first rule of the Qin family's guard rules - no one is allowed to commit a crime!

Bai Ling was also speechless and wanted to ask his master.

Master, look at the corpses in this hall. Who is bullying whom?