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No one noticed that Su Qingyue, who was originally dead, had already opened her eyes.

The moment he woke up, he saw a thirteen-fourteen year old girl crying on his body. There was also a young girl wearing gorgeous clothes clamoring beside him as well as a group of servant girls in ancient clothing.

F * ck! What the hell?

Su Qingyue wanted to sit up, but the slightest movement and her body would be in extreme pain.

What was going on?

Did I get blown up to the underworld?

Directly?

Just as he was thinking about what flavor he would like from Grandma Meng, Grandma Meng's Soup.

The sea of consciousness suddenly became sluggish as one picture after another unfolded like a movie.

What is this? The one who was beaten into such a sorry state is me? How is this possible!? [I won't be bullied like this no matter what!]

Su Qingyue pondered for a long time before realizing … He had actually transmigrated.

Was Marisol's story in the novel true?

She didn't know why, but she didn't feel the joy of having just transmigrated here. She was even a little hungry.

Just when Su Qingyue was still cursing the ancestors of the heavens in her heart, Su Qingrou, who was beside her, waved the soft whip in her hand. A whip sound rang out and pulled back Su Qingyue's consciousness.

"Sixth Miss, you beat Ninth Miss to death … "Will the patriarch blame you? After all, the patriarch doted on Ninth Miss …"

Su Qingrou's personal maidservant whispered into Su Qingrou's ear. Su Qingrou raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curving up into a sinister smile.

"Who saw me kill my ninth sister? Who can testify? "

The surrounding maids and guards all nodded their heads and bowed.

"Yes, yes, yes, we didn't see anything. The young miss fell into the back of the mountain by herself!"

Green Bamboo looked at the group of people with despair and took a deep breath.

"Today, I, Green Bamboo, will pay you back ten times for killing my master!" As soon as he said that, he prepared to swallow the poison to commit suicide.

Su Qingyue frowned. What kind of weirdo was this?!

No matter what, it would not be good if these NPCs died. Su Qingyue used all her strength and struck the back of Qing Zhu's neck with her knife.

The green bamboo went soft, and before he could swallow the poison in his hand, he had already lost consciousness.

"Lift Su Qingyue up, otherwise she'll stink in my air."

Su Xin Rou leisurely wiped her fingers as she lazily said.

"Sixth sister?"

This sound... So familiar! Su Qingrou didn't even have time to think about it.

The sound of bones breaking came from behind him.

Su Qingrou thought it was a maid. She turned around and cursed loudly …

"What's wrong? To be able to lift an ugly freak... "Ahhh!"

Su Xin Rou pointed at Su Qingyue with a gaze filled with shock.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

Su Qingyue took the green bamboo that she had just knocked unconscious away from her body. It was so painful that she grimaced in pain.

"I'm dead, do you believe that I would lie?"

Su Qingyue smiled with her red lips and the birthmark on her face. She walked step by step towards Su Qingrou like a demon from hell. Blood dripped from her wounds and onto the ground. It was as if she had crawled out of a pool of blood.

Su Qingrou was a woman with a deep room. She had never seen anything like this before. She continuously retreated, clenching her fists in fear.

"You … This ugly bastard, don't... Don't try to scare me, even if you... Come to me, Daddy... Daddy will protect me! "

Su Qingyue couldn't help but laugh. No wonder she was so arrogant, she had her father protecting her. Wait, she was the original owner's elder sister. The father that Su Xin Rou mentioned was also her father.

Su Qingyue had already guessed the approximate image of her father that she had never met before.

"So it's like that? Then you have to return my life first, right?"

Su Qingyue smiled evilly. Just as she raised her hand, she saw that Su Qingyue was about to make her move. She became excited and her head tilted to the side as she fainted …

With such psychological qualities, how can he imitate others to kill people?

Su Qingyue raised her hand and froze it in mid-air. She looked at the unconscious Su Xin Rou with a stupefied expression. The heaven and earth could be seen that she just wanted to brush her hair!

"Ninth Miss!" You have a spirit in heaven! We didn't hurt you! "

"That's right!" You, you, you, you'd better let us go! "

The corner of Su Qingyue's mouth twitched. Su Qingrou had brought eight people, six men, and two maids with her.

In the original owner's memories, the original owner was a loser, right?

So many people had come, waiting for her to die?

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