Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

"Haha, I really can't recognize you." Meng Zhiling smiled perfunctorily. She was not sure what the relationship between Meng Zhiling and Meng Yu was like in the past, but looking at Meng Yu's current expression, she felt very disgusted.

In reality, she was thinking: "Oh my god, you're so daunted to show off this little purchase! If it comes to competing with men, what other woman in the world can beat me? I'm the established owner of Shin Kong Place."

"Why, are you here shopping with your classmates? Why didn't you buy anything you liked?" Meng Zhiling didn't know whether Meng Yu's eyesight was poor and he couldn't see what she and Yang Lan were wearing or if he just wanted to show off.

"It's too late today. Let's come shopping another day." Meng Zhiling responded lightly. She felt the man next to Meng Yu looking at her with a seemingly probing look. She was very impatient inside, but she couldn't get angry here.

"Well, I should go back too. If I go back late, my uncle will scold me again. You know what kind of person your uncle is. Oh, and dad mentioned you yesterday. He said he's been worried about you and that you should come back when you have time. Now our home is also your home. He blames himself for not being with you when your uncle and the others got into trouble. He's afraid that you'll hate him because of this, so he hasn't dared to come to see you."

Meng Yu spoke so sincerely that Meng Zhiling beside her almost believed her lies.

If they really cared, why would they wait for this chance encounter? If they truly blamed themselves, why didn't their family offer any help? To put it bluntly, aren't these big families all profit-driven? What about brothers?

Until now, she has been wondering how true the memories she received when she first came into Meng Zhiling's body were. The Meng family is so famous, how could it be destroyed by a little girl?

Are there other executioners among them? Are there other hidden secrets?

Even if her family was wiped out, shouldn't she be the most pitiful person in the eyes of her close and distant relatives? Why did they all stay away from her, and even if they were gloating, they never showed it in front of her.

"Xiaoyu, let's put it this way. I'm going to visit my uncle tomorrow anyway, so why not have Sister Zhiling come back with me? It would be nice to have a home-cooked meal." Before Meng Zhiling could say anything, the man next to Meng Yu spoke slowly, his eyes fixed on Meng Zhiling as he spoke.

Seeing her boyfriend looking at Meng Zhiling with a distracted look, Meng Yu's originally smiling face darkened in an instant, but her tone was heavy and she still looked hypocritical.

"Okay, Zhiling, you must come back tomorrow. Look, your brother-in-law has invited us on my behalf. How can you not give him face?" After saying that, she dragged the man away, as if if she stayed any longer, the man next to her would fly into the arms of someone else.

She deliberately mentioned the word "brother-in-law" in front of Meng Zhiling because she had a little idea in mind. She couldn't let the rich son-in-law she had finally gotten fall into the hands of that little girl Meng Zhiling. She was now a down-and-out stray dog. How could she compare to the woman who had just returned from studying abroad?

"Zhiling, are you really going to your uncle's house tomorrow?" After sending Li Yao back, Yang Lan sent Meng Zhiling back. In the car, she frowned and asked worriedly.

"Go, why not?" Meng Zhiling nodded firmly. Although she didn't want to go, she wanted to know what kind of person Meng Zhiling was in the past and how the tragedy of the Meng family came about.

Could it be that Meng Zhiling's adoptive parents were really the ones who killed her biological parents and seized the fruits of victory, just like her last memory? She sorted it out briefly, but it seemed that some of the details were not very convincing.

"Okay, now that you've made up your mind, let's go. Just remember to be careful about everything." After Yang Lan gave the instructions, she left.

Yang Lan had just left and Meng Zhiling was about to turn around and go into the building when she saw a huge shadow floating at the corner. In the next moment, the owner of the shadow appeared in front of her.

Just from the speed just now and the murderous look in the man's eyes, Meng Zhiling determined that the opponent was a psychic who had just entered the heavenly level, and was the kind who killed people without blinking an eye and never took any living creature seriously.

"Oh, what kind of person can invite Dark Spirit to do something? And what kind of person can use a master like Dark Spirit to do something?" Meng Zhiling sneered. This time, he was too bold. He actually ambushed at her doorstep.

Such arrogant provocation further aroused her "evil nature".

"I didn't expect that you recognized me at such a young age. Since you know me, just hand over your life obediently. If you wait until I take action, you will die a more miserable death!" The other party's low voice seemed to come out from underground. Meng Zhiling knew that this was the unique voice of a killer who had killed many people.

"Are you so confident that you can take my life?" Meng Zhiling narrowed her eyes slightly, mobilizing all her strength, intending to take the initiative.

But just as he started to attack, when the ice sword just hit the dark spirit in black, the dark spirit turned into a wisp of black smoke like a gust of air, and no one knew where it went.

"Hahaha, little girl, I didn't expect you to have a bad temper. Since you want to play, then I will play with you. Since you are not convinced, how about we make a bet?" The voice of the dark spirit sounded above his head, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

"Hmph, if you have something to say, come on!" Meng Zhiling said unhappily. What she hated the most and felt most helpless about was the Dark Spirit's fighting style. They would never confront you head-on. If they did, the opponent would only have one outcome: they would not survive the next second.

However, there is an exception, and that is my previous life. I once fought with Dark Spirit, who was also a killer, for the same mission. However, the two were evenly matched that time. Both sides were injured, but neither of them had the ability to take the other's life.

Meng Zhiling has always felt a sense of mutual admiration for such heroes.

"If you beat me, I will never kill anyone again from now on. If you lose to me, your life will be at my disposal." The originally low voice of the Dark Spirit had a hint of popularity. The indifferent feeling of seeking defeat alone made Meng Zhiling hate it so much that her teeth itched.

"Haha, don't you think both of these conditions are unfair to me? Why should I let you do whatever you want if you win, but if I win you just stop killing people, and it's none of my business whether you kill or not!" Meng Zhiling sneered and retorted angrily.

"Haha, it seems that you, little girl, are quite interesting. You actually heard the unfairness. Well, if I lose to you, an SSS-level one, I will be willing to submit to you and obey you in the future. How about it? Such conditions are very attractive, right?" The voice of the Dark Spirit became more and more excited. It had been a long time since he had been in such a good mood after killing so many people.

The little girl in front of him always gave him a strange sense of familiarity, but he couldn't find anything related to his memory, so he was interested in making a bet with her, or perhaps just to prove his guess.

If he hadn't seen that the person he wanted to kill was called "Meng Zhiling", he would not have taken the deal. After all, he had long passed the stage of relying on completing missions to make money.

"It's a deal!" Meng Zhiling smiled slightly. Although she had been talking to him, Meng Zhiling's purpose was not that simple. She was also relying on her hearing and mind to sense the current location of the dark spirit.

Because they had fought each other, she knew him very well.

In the early stages, the dark spirit will usually be like a cat, chasing its prey and fleeing in panic, and will only reveal its true form at the last critical moment. The moment it reveals its true form is also the moment it is about to take the prey's head.

Feeling the change in his position, Meng Zhiling knew that he must be planning to take action. If he took action, she would have her chance.

Sure enough, Meng Zhiling flew up. For such a master, any fancy supernatural powers would not have much effect on him, because he could dissolve all your attacks with a light wave of his sleeves.

Therefore, when fighting against a master, everyone will generally adopt the most conservative and most brutal fighting style, that is, close combat, relying purely on the strength of their own body.

With a palm, the dark spirit's body appeared in front of Meng Zhiling. His palm just caught Meng Zhiling's palm accurately. Both of them seemed to be trapped in the vortex of the universe, rising naturally with the wind around them. Finally, with a bang, both of them fell heavily to the ground.

After taking three steps back, Meng Zhiling finally managed to stabilize her body. On the other hand, An Ling seemed to be in much better condition. His body fell gently to the ground without any signs of a fight.

"How is it? It seems that you lost the first round!" An Ling showed a satisfied smile, because at the moment of the palm-to-palm confrontation, he had confirmed his thoughts. But what he couldn't understand was how a person's appearance could change so much in five years.

Was the rumor about the God of Killer's death true or false? Because heroes recognize heroes, he was depressed for a long time because of this rumor, until he received a mission called "Assassination of Meng Zhiling".

"It's just the first round, so what?" Meng Zhiling raised her eyebrows, refusing to admit defeat.

"It's okay, I'll beat you until you admit defeat!" This time, it was the Dark Spirit who made the first move. He lunged forward and was about to hit Meng Zhiling on the forehead with his palm, but Meng Zhiling stepped back and nimbly avoided his attack.

Just like this, after hundreds of rounds, traces of the fight between the two were left in the sky and on the ground, but in the end, no one could be determined as the winner. Although there was a huge difference of one level between them, Meng Zhiling had the protection of the Qi Se Snow Lotus and a constant input of physical strength. On the contrary, the longer the time dragged on, the slower the Dark Spirit's movements became.

"Let's end it!" Meng Zhiling seized the opportunity, kicked with a flying kick, and shouted. The person opposite fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.