Reborn Xueba: I am a giant

She shouldn't forget that such an important day was just a monthly exam for her, but it was the last day of her life for Shengyan.

According to the memory of her previous life, Sheng Yan should have died between 07:30 and [-]:[-].

Sheng Yan usually leaves the house at [-]:[-] and arrives at the small road at [-]:[-].

Now, it's exactly 07:30.

Sheng Yan staggered down this field path with her small schoolbag on her back, because she was beaten up again by Shi Wenjun last night.The reason was that he was so scalded that he couldn't hold the bowl firmly, and it broke, and the soup splashed on Shi Wenjun's newly bought imported leather shoes.

Shi Wenjun put the rice bowl on the table hard, and there was a loud "bang", and many grains of rice fell out of the bowl.

Even Sheng Huan, who was eating at the same table, frowned displeasedly: "Mom, you scared me."

Shi Wenjun didn't say anything about Sheng Huan, and dragged Sheng Yan's collar to the living room like a dead pig.

He took out a long whip, and beat Sheng Yan's body one after another. The white and thin skin soon became congested, and bruises and bruises appeared on the skin.

The crackling sound of the whip, accompanied by Sheng Yan's pitiful cries, was particularly ear-piercing.Thinking about the person who was beaten, the blood relationship with him was even more difficult.

However, the two people present can continue to eat their meals comfortably, as if nothing happened.

Sheng Haiquan just said: "Let's teach him a lesson and let him have a long memory."

Sheng Huan added an order to Sheng Haiquan with a smile: "Dad, this dish tastes good."

The unilateral torture was over when the dishes were cold and heated up for the second time. Shi Wenjun looked at the leather shoes splashed with soup, still felt puzzled, and kicked Sheng Yan again.

Eyebrows frowned, nose wrinkled, mouth drooping, looking at Sheng Yan with dead dog eyes: "Bitch."

This sentence scolded not only Sheng Yan, but also Sheng Haiquan and Shi Wenjun himself.

Sheng Haiquan frowned, a little dissatisfied: "Mr. Wen, this is inappropriate."

Shi Wenjun curled his lips, didn't say anything, and went back to the kitchen to continue eating.

Sheng Yan was just forgotten in the most conspicuous living room. When the pain was not so unbearable, he stood up and went back to his small bedroom of more than ten square meters like countless times before, licking his wound silently.

His most cherished things are hidden there, and it will give him a sense of security.

No one would go in there except Sheng'an.

"Is it him?" The leader held a knife and pointed at their faces step by step.

Sheng Yan was brought back to her senses by these words, and looked up at the five big men with knives opposite her, her eyes widened in horror.

The leading man with a scarred face looked at the photo in his hand, then at Sheng Yan on the opposite side, and nodded slowly.

The other four burly men walked towards Sheng Yan with grinning grin, now Sheng Yan was the only one on this road, it was a godsend opportunity.

He didn't know these people, but judging from their reactions, he could tell that they were coming for him.

Although he didn't know what he did to provoke such a person.

He gasped, his instinct for survival made him take a few steps back, and then ran on the road he had come and gone, shouting as he ran, eager to attract the attention of others.

But this place is really too remote, and Sheng Yan's luck is not good, usually there are still pedestrians on this road, but today, there is no one.

God seemed to deliberately cut off his way of life.

Although he didn't have many happy times in his life, that little bit of happy time made him very nostalgic. He wanted to continue to be that happy, even if he had to experience endless darkness.

But you have to live to have hope.

When you die, there is nothing left.