Wen Xinya looking at the puppet lying on the ground, with twisted black ghost-like characters written in black and red blood, but she can see it at a glance, this is her birthday character, a birthday character is inserted in a The silver needles covered with dried blood stains became even more bizarre: "Witchcraft!"

Ning Shuqian was panicked, only to find that the puppet fell to the ground. Regardless of the dull pain in her hips, she reached out and grabbed the puppet, holding it tightly in her hand. Now the only thing she can rely on is this. Only a puppet, she cannot lose this puppet.

Wen Xinya walked slowly, as if all the momentum on her body had converged, but her whole body was like a vexed ancient well, deep and terrifying. She crouched beside Ning Shuqian and grasped Ning Shu Qian held the doll's hand tightly, and opened her fingers one by one ...

"What are you doing, Wen Xinya, please open me!" Ning Shuqian held the puppet desperately and was unwilling to let go. Her strength was very strong and arrogant, and every action was tough, as if she wanted her finger It felt like a broken finger, which felt a pain in the heart.

She warmly and stubbornly lifted her finger and grabbed the puppet that she was holding tightly, because the action was too aggressive, the silver needle on the back of the puppet, crossed Ning Shuqian's palm, from the tiger's mouth between the thumbs Scratching the edge of the little finger diagonally, a long scratch across the palm of the hand.

"Ah, it hurts ..." Ning Shuqian looked at the long scratches in her hands, and the gorgeous and enchanting blood beads rushed out of the wound, then turned into a scary bloodstain, and blood spread along the bloodstain. Then, dripping on the ground, the pain also spread along the way, making her face twisted a bit.

Wen Xinya holding the puppet, up and down, left and right, looked back and forth, looked at Ning Shuqian with a sneer, eyes showing a mockery and meanness: "The purpose of stealing into my room It turned out that I wanted to take my hair or personal clothing and give it to the Taoist priest, and then pierce my birthday character with silver needles every day and use the magic of witchcraft to deal with me! "

It seems that Ning Shuqian knew that she had lost her last reliance and she had lost her power. She was so confused that she was so absurd that she used this kind of ethereal ghost and **** to deal with her.

"The master really said it right, you are a demon evil, evil Chong, come to avenge my revenge." Ning Shuqian suddenly widened her eyes, if it was not a demon evil, how could she know that she was only relying on a doll What to do in one step.

"You're right, I came to avenge your revenge." Warm and welcoming marched towards Ning Shuqian, her eyes filled with horrific hatred, this was the first time she hated her Clearly revealed in front of Ning Shuqian.

The hatred in her eyes made Ning Shuqian's mind stunned, as if her soul was suffering from Ling Chi's pain under such terrible hatred. She subconsciously retracted her body to the back, but her mind echoed that. What a master said before: "She was the injustice of previous lives, and this life came for revenge ..."

If it wasn't for the injustices of the previous life, how could this little bitch, Wen Hua Ya, have such a hatred for her?

Nuan Ya threw the puppet in her hand to Ning Shuqian's face, and said coldly: "However, Ning Shuqian! You wouldn't think that a small puppet could really deal with me ..." Her The conversation turned, and the corners of the lips once again evoked a slight arc: "It won't be because of losing the greatest reliance, and now I'm in a lonely and helpless end, knowing that I can't deal with me, so I'm in an emergency and I believe it. This ghost art is over! "

Ning Shuqian listened to her words, suddenly her eyes widened, and looked at her in disbelief: "You ... what do you mean?"

Was this little bitch, Wen Xinya, aware of that person's existence, and that person suddenly disappeared? Could it be related to Wen Xinya?

She looked at her warmly and sneerly: "Does Auntie Ning know that Black Sunday was faced with a big cleansing? Aunt Ning looked like it seemed unclear. The person who helped you to deal with me behind you was the power of Black Sunday. , But ... Black Sunday is long gone, and no one will help you deal with me again. "

"It's not true, it's not true!" Ning Shuqian's rounded eyes stared at the Wen Xinya, stiff and unmoving eyes, a dark and weird, extremely horrifying.

She didn't want to believe the Wen Xinya words, but she couldn't convince herself. The bodyguard that the person had given her suddenly disappeared when the Black Sunday person was cleansed, and she also started when the Black Sunday was cleaned. There is no such coincidence in this world that no one can reach.

"You lied to me, slut, you're lied to me at all." Ning Shuqian's eyes widened, instead of shrinking, she stared rounder because of hatred, with one embedded in the hollow eyes, seemingly condensed All the resentment, hatred, ruthlessness, and poisonous fury made her look terrible.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, the important thing is ... now I want to deal with you, it's as simple as dying an ant." The Wen Xinya voice is light and charming, cold and ice, and she slowly spreads as she speaks. Open the palm of your hand, then close your fingers together, hands clasped together, exuding a breath of breath.

Ning Shuqian's body was soft, looking at the Wen Xinya eyes, she was so close to her, as if trapped her between the narrow and narrow squares, and even her breathing became uncomfortable, she panicked. : "No ... you can't hurt me ... I'm your dad's wife, your dad won't let you hurt me, with your dad ... you'll never dare treat me ..."

Ning Shuqian's words immediately poked at the key points. Even if Grandpa was disappointed with Wen Haowen, he broke his bones with tendons, and Grandma and Wen Haowen were out of nostrils. Although she did not recognize Wen Hao's father in her heart, she Can't ignore human ethics, and because of Wen Haowen, she really can't do anything to Ning Shuqian. Besides ... the real behind-the-scenes black hand behind Black Sunday hasn't surfaced yet, and Ning Shuqian is very useful.

Her silence, on the contrary, made Ning Shuqian's arrogance grow louder, and she laughed frantically, with a proud look on her face: "Ha ha ha ha ... even if no one in the Wen family admits me, as long as your dad admits I'll do it. If you dare to hurt me, I will let your dad and your grandfather and son become centuries of enmity, and you will be burdened by human beings.

Warm and ya looked at her arrogant expression, clenched her hands into fists, her body trembling stiffly, she really wanted to rush forward and beat her.

Ning Shuqian became wanton more and more: "You know, I have this ability, otherwise your dad who always flaunts his filial son, how can you put your grandpa into the hospital with anger, your dad is so disgusted when you return to the Wen family You even hate you, hahahaha ... that's all my credit ... "

The warm and clenched fist's hand loosened suddenly, and a faint look appeared on his face: "But it's just a dying struggle."

She talked about Black Sunday in order to annihilate all hopes of Ning Shuqian, defeat all her will and fighting spirit, and make her hopeless and helpless. Now her purpose has been achieved.