The revenge mission of the bloodthirsty three princesses

"Evidence, didn't I bring it?" Ling looked at the five people standing beside her, implying that the evidence was them.

After the five people knew each other, one of them said, "Back then, Miss An Miaohan came to us and told us to kidnap someone and then silence him. I was there for everything you saw. Miss An Miaohan, you don't remember me." ?"

Because Ling went to them a few days ago, who would dare to disobey the Holy Lord's order, and their gang was also wiped out by the former Purple Sword Hall, just because An Miaohan didn't want to leave any trouble.

"Miaohan, is what he said true?" An Zeyu looked at An Miaohan in disbelief, hoping she was saying no.

"...Yes, I did it, and what he said is true." An Miaohan lowered her head, not looking at anyone.

"Why did you do this, why did you kill your mother, why did you blame Mengxue, why!" An Zeyu yelled out of control, because of this, Mengxue's mother died, and because of this, he Misunderstood that it was Mengxue who killed her, and even drove Mengxue out of Anjia, and finally turned Mengxue into what she is now, a demon who kills without blinking an eye!

"Because you are biased! Obviously An Mengxue and I were both born to you and your children, but what about you, you only treat An Mengxue well and treat me like nothing! The content of the conversation between mother and An Mengxue that day is beyond me. I heard everything, that's why I killed her, and then let An Mengxue leave An's house, so that you will love me alone!" An Miaohan burst into tears, squatting on the ground, like a helpless child.

"How can we be partial to you?" An Zeyu looked at An Miaohan who was squatting on the ground with distress. After all, she was also his daughter.

"Yes, you have it!" An Miaohan shouted loudly as if she had lost her soul.

At this time, Xue had already ordered all the guests in the hall to leave the hall.

"I don't have time here to listen to your father and daughter's homely conversation." Ling stood in front of An Zeyu and An Miaohan with his arms folded, looking down at them.

"Mengxue, can you forgive my sister?" An Zeyu squatted beside An Miaohan, comforting his daughter.

"Oh, is she my sister? I don't think she thinks of me as a sister at all, right?" Ling laughed at herself. Now she thinks that it's none of her business how the An family is doing.

"Mengxue, then you should go back to An's house." An Zeyu said because he felt sorry for Ling living alone outside. (Do you still feel bad? Funny!)

"Why? You were the one who drove me away, and now you are the one who wants me to go back?" Ling still had that self-deprecating smile on his lips.

"Can't you really forgive Dad?" An Zeyu could see tears in his eyes, and looked at Ling with heartache.

"You, I can forgive you, but she..." He didn't speak, paused for a while, and pointed his finger at An Miaohan.

"I will never forgive you in my life!"

"Why?" An Zeyu still looked up at Ling.

"Because, my mother died at her hands!" Ling recalled what his mother looked like before she died, her eyes tightened, and she looked at An Miaohan with a bloodthirsty expression.

"But she is your biological sister, do you want her to die?" An Zeyu was in a dilemma, both of them were his daughters, and he didn't know what to do.

"That's right! But I won't let her die so easily. If she died so easily, she would be dead by the time I come back." After Lingyi finished speaking, An Zeyu looked at her with surprised eyes. He stared at Ling, as if he didn't expect Ling to say that.