After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

The temperature in the ward seems to have dropped.

"Little girl, what do you mean?" the teacher said slowly.

Even what Tang Simi said was too deviant.

Even if the room was full of people who were just afraid, no one thought of trusting Tang Simi at all.

But the question that the teacher uttered still didn't deny the child immediately.

Tang Simi waved her hands to the air: "There is an injustice and a debtor."

"Your aura is here, but it will weaken that old gentleman's yang energy."

As soon as Tang Simi finished speaking, a boy in the ward yelled, "Damn it! Why do I feel like I was rubbed by an ice cube on my arm?"

"real or fake?"

In Tang Simi's eyes, there was a thin girl with her head down, the blood in her abdomen had dried up, and her facial features were covered by messy hair.

These are the states she was in when she died.

She raised her head slowly, staring at Tang Simi's eyes that seemed to have no light, hidden hatred.

"What you expected will happen soon." Tang Simi patted her head.

The rest of the people looked at Tang Simi, who made a stroking motion with her hand hanging in the air.

Yang Lulu's eyes trembled.

She also went to Feng Jiayi's tombstone.

If there was no teacher to save her, then Feng Jiayi might not be the only one who appeared in the ward today and was invisible to everyone.

And her.

Yang Lulu stared at Tang Simi, as if she wanted to judge from Tang Simi's expression whether her statement was true or not.

If Feng Jiayi was here.

How would Feng Jiayi feel now.

Yang Lulu knew that if there was one person who could feel her hatred for Zhao Qiang, then that person could only be Feng Jiayi.

"Is she... really here?" Yang Lulu asked.

Tears flickered again in Yang Lulu's eyes.

Tang Simi said, "Yes."

It should have been nonsense, but Yang Lulu confirmed it with Tang Simi's affirmation.

Tang Simi led that soul out.

Yang Lulu followed immediately.

Tang Simi stopped and waited for her: "Miss Yang, do you know what Feng Jiayi is going to do?"

"She intends to die with Zhao Qiang after confirming that the teacher has recovered." Tang Simi and Yang Lulu looked at each other.

Yang Lulu had a feeling that Tang Simi could see through her thoughts.

Feng Jiayi was not the only one who wanted to die with Zhao Qiang.

And Yang Lulu.

The teacher rescued her from Zhao Qiang's claws, but her emotions fell into the abyss full of devils.

When she dreamed back in the middle of the night, she was always covered in cold sweat, as if she was still in that grove, as if the cold blade that Zhao Qiang threatened her was still on her waist.

In the dream, she couldn't make a sound even when she was crying.

The gloomy tree shadow, the swaying mist, the glare of the knife light, the violence imposed on her.

These are the constant elements of her nightmares.

Not only is Feng Jiayi going to die with Zhao Qiang, Yang Lulu has been guarding Zhao Qiang's live broadcast room.

She had already made plans to go to the hospital to confirm that her benefactor teacher was safe and sound, and she was going to take the life of that beast.

Why should she, who was hurt before, have nightmares every night, while the perpetrator gained fame and fortune, and can still talk brazenly.

Yang Lulu hates it so much!

She hates it so much!

She wants revenge.

"You sent your driver back?" Tang Simi asked her.

Yang Lulu trembled slightly, she originally planned to drive for a while, knock Zhao Qiang into the air, use Zhao Qiang's favorite luxury car, crush his bones, crush that face that always laughs wildly in her dreams.

This hatred, like those nightmares, breeds in her heart, and has never been seen by others.

How did Tang Simi know.

"For someone like him, it's not worth it." Tang Simi said.

not worth it?

Yes, he is a beast, he ruined other people's lives, killing him is not worth it.There is no conflict at all with letting him die.

"What should come will come slowly. The rest of your life is precious and beautiful. It's not worth it to spend it on him."

Tang Simi's voice was gentle, and in Yang Lulu's ears, it felt like a rotten scar in her heart, which had been sprinkled with a handful of bitter medicine.

It's hard, it's painful, but it's the beginning of healing.

Tang Simi handed her a tissue as if she was in the car.

On the contrary, Yang Lulu cried even more fiercely.