The master of metaphysics live broadcasts raising a baby online

"That girl was only eighteen years old when she died. She was like a flower that was blooming brightly, but was destroyed by you, a devil."

Zhao Yiman closed his eyes, and the eighteen-year-old girl seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

She said, Manman, you don’t have to think about anything, just study hard, and you still have your sister for everything.

They had obviously talked on the phone the night before, and my sister's tone was so cheerful, saying that she wanted to celebrate her twelfth birthday, and she had already thought of all the arrangements.

The next day, she came back from school and saw her sister's cold body.

In order to prevent his sister from being stigmatized after her death, my father tried every means possible, but he was deliberately hit to death by a member of the Xin family with a car.

After their father died, people from the Xin family pretended to come to express condolences and said they could help them.

My mother was already in poor health and could not bear such a blow, so she suddenly died of myocarditis.

From then on, Zhao Yiman, who was only twelve years old, became an orphan.

Because she had been studying in another city and would only go home during holidays, the Xin family did not know that the Zhao family still had her as their little daughter.

Zhao Yiman was extremely grateful that the boarding school he was planning to attend saved him. That school offered continuous study of junior and senior high schools. He was also grateful that the school required all tuition fees for six years to be paid at once.

Even though she was an orphan, she never worried about tuition fees.

It was precisely because of this that she hated the Xin family members even more.

Zhao Yiman had been waiting for the day when she would kill her enemy, so she spent all her energy getting admitted to the Medical University just for this day. ,

"What's your relationship with Zhao Jie?"

Xin Wenhao asked with a trembling voice.

"You don't deserve to mention my sister's name!"

The anger in Zhao Yiman's eyes became even stronger, and he roughly grabbed Xin Wenhao's hair and slapped him a few times.

Xin Wenhao's body was shaking violently.

This female devil turned out to be Zhao Jie's sister, who had slipped through the Zhao family's net.

"You want to kill me?"

Xin Wenhao was afraid of returning, but he calmed down.

Twelve years ago, he was able to destroy the Zhao family.

Twelve years later, he didn't even pay attention to this little girl.

Xin Wenhao had forgotten that it was the little girl he didn't take seriously that brought him here. The scars on his body in the past few days showed everything.

Zhao Yiman didn't say anything, but just pulled off the cloth covering Xin Wenhao's eyes.

"Xin Wenhao, watch carefully how I kill you."

Zhao Yiman looked at Xin Wenhao's disapproving expression and chuckled: "I forgot to tell you, I was connected to a big live broadcast, and everything was exposed in front of the camera."

As he said that, he was caught off guard and stabbed Xin Wenhao's body with a knife.

She stabbed him many times, avoiding fatal wounds, causing him excruciating pain, but not causing him to die due to excessive injuries or excessive bleeding.

Xin Wenhao couldn't even scream because his mouth was blocked by the smelly socks that Zhao Yiman found from somewhere.

The audience in the live broadcast room looked at Zhao Yiman stabbing him one after another, and they felt very heartbroken.

[Little sister, Xin Wenhao deserves it. You shouldn’t ruin everything for such a devil. 】

[Please, little sister, watch the barrage. 】

[Sister Xi, you helped the police uncle clear his grievances last time. Can't you help such a miserable young lady this time? 】

[This world has always been like this. The powerful control the sky with one hand, and ordinary people will die if they die. 】

[I can’t imagine how Zhao Yiman came here after all these years. I feel so distressed that I just want to hug her. 】

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Originally, because Zhao Yiman said that he would live broadcast killings, the barrage was full of condemnation and curses.

Everyone feels sorry for Zhao Yiman now. No one would be able to let such a beast go!

Shen Xi looked at the constant ringing of mobile phones and knew that this matter must be on the hot search again.

She picked up her phone and took a look, and sure enough, Shen Xi's live broadcast of murder was changed to the hot search.

Netizens who didn't understand the reason thought it was Shen Xi who was live-streaming killings. When they clicked on the link, what they saw was Shen Xi looking at the opposite side with a calm expression, and on the other side of the screen was a woman stabbing people with a knife.

Since Zhao Yiman chose to live broadcast the killing, he didn't expect to survive.

She had long been fed up with being alone. Killing Xin Wenhao was her obsession, and now she was about to complete her task.

Zhao Yiman was very satisfied and asked: "How is it? Is my swordsmanship very good? Is it worse than what you stabbed my sister in the first place?"

Xin Wenhao's face was as pale as paper, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

The previous contempt and disdain were no longer in his eyes, replaced by deep fear and fear of death, for fear that Xu Qingqing would cut his aorta directly with a knife.

As if reading Xin Wenhao's thoughts, Zhao Yiman chuckled: "How could I let you die so cheaply? You abused my sister and killed my father."

"What... exactly... do you want to do?"

Xin Wenhao's frightened voice broke, his teeth chattered up and down, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"What's the rush? You'll know soon."

Zhao Yiman threw away the bloody knife and took a bottle from the shelf.

"Do you know what this is?"

Xin Wenhao shook his head in horror.

"I developed this myself. I don't have a name yet, but if you have a wound on your body, applying this potion will be like being corroded by sulfuric acid. The pain will be so unbearable that it will make you want to die."

Xin Wenhao felt the chill spread to his limbs and bones.

Zhao Yiman opened the bottle, tilted the mouth of the bottle, and poured the potion towards Xin Wenhao.

"Zhao Yiman, it's still too late for you to stop now!"

Shen Xi originally stood on the sidelines because he had no right to interfere in the cause and effect of others.

If Zhao Yiman didn't let her anger out today, she would force herself to death.

Xin Youzhi has more than one person's debt in his hands. There is already a deathly aura lingering between his brows, and he will soon destroy himself.

Zhao Yiman's eyes were heavy and his tone was calm: "Anchor, thank you for never cutting off the connection. I am very grateful to you, but it is impossible to stop!"

As he spoke, he was about to pour the potion down.

boom!

The basement door was suddenly kicked open.

"Manman, what are you doing?"

A female voice sounded, and then the police rushed in and took control of Zhao Yiman.

Zhao Yiman looked at the visitor with no surprise on his face.

"Jingjing, I knew you would definitely stop me, so I didn't tell you."

Seeing her indifferent look, Zhou Jing got angry and slapped Zhao Yiman on the face.

After beating the man, she suddenly burst into tears.

"Didn't I tell you that I have found evidence and all I need to do is prosecute Xin Wenhao. Why don't you just listen to me? Is it worth giving up your life for such a beast?"