Thinking of all the pain and torture that Meng Qiwen put on her, Meng Zhaoyue, who was still frightened and collapsed, suddenly raised her head, stared at him with a very resentful look and roared: "You deserve it, I can't wait to cut you with a thousand knives day and night." ”

Meng Zhaoyue didn't know what she thought, and the hatred and disgust in her heart instantly overwhelmed the fear.

There were tears in his eyes, but the sight shot out of his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and his face changed color because of resentment, and he even had the courage to face the terrifying 'Meng Qiwen' in front of him.

"Don't you want to scare me, everything is your own fault, a beast like you, you should go to the eighteenth layer of hell if you die, I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you......" Meng Zhaoyue suddenly reached out and took out a dagger from under the pillow, facing the 'Meng Qiwen' in front of her with both hands.

The black shadow that was originally swaying and drifting beside Meng Zhaoyue's bed slowly stopped, and his bloodied eyes stared at her tightly.

Meng Zhaoyue's heart trembled, and her hands holding the dagger trembled, just like this, and she didn't change the expression of hatred on her face.

"Slut, you dare to secretly poison me while I am unprepared, you poisonous woman, go to hell with me!" The hoarse voice was terrifying and eerie.

"What about poisoning you, a beast like you is not worthy of living in this world, I should hate the person who is me, I should give you the most ruthless and poisonous medicine in the world, and let you die of torture through your heart."

Meng Zhaoyue's innocent face became distorted and terrifying, her teeth creaked, and her face was full of undisguised hatred.

Giggle......

The black shadow in front of him suddenly giggled, and the corners of his bruised and stiff mouth were very difficult to hook up an arc, taking advantage of that bloody face, which was particularly terrifying. He sneered and said, "Good sister, really good sister, borrowed a knife to kill people and borrowed your stupid brother, what a good sister, our good sister......"

"Does your brother know that you did this to him?"

Hearing him mention Meng Caiguang, Meng Zhaoyue's face changed slightly, and she said angrily: "Take care of you, you are already dead, why do you want to come back, you don't want to pull me with you, I'm right, that's right, it's all your own fault...... My brother will forgive me, he will only hate you, and you will blame me! ”

"Good sister, what a good sister......"

The black shadow didn't say anything else, and kept repeating the words good sister back and forth.

Meng Zhaoyue's face was bruised, the back of the hand holding the dagger was faintly visible under the skin, all the buzzing in her head was giggles, and the three words good sister, the gloomy and resentful laughter seemed to be seductive, Meng Zhaoyue shook her head desperately, trying to drive out the sound that had penetrated into her head.

"Get out of here!"

The dark shadow on her face began to float, and the sound of giggling and sneering echoed in all directions, like a circle of lingering nightmares, lingering in her ears like a shadow.

Meng Zhaoyue's courage because of resentment collapsed again, the dagger in her hand fell, her two hands covered her ears vigorously, and her mouth shouted incoherently.

I don't know how long it took, the ghast floating in front of her that might pounce at any time suddenly stopped, and the arms that were standing upright on both sides suddenly lifted suddenly, and with a wave of hands, the powder in the palms of her hands flew towards her.

Meng Zhaoyue held her head unconsciously, and by the time she realized that something was wrong, it was already too late.

Immediately after that, his head tilted and he passed out.

The black shadow standing beside her bed stood still without moving, and waited for about half a cup of tea to make sure that the person on the bed had completely fainted, and then put his finger between his mouth, and blew in his mouth, and a light whistle sounded out.

Sheng Mingyi, who had been guarding outside, heard the whistle in the room and pushed the door in.

He didn't look at Meng Zhaoyue, who had passed out, but said to the black shadow wearing Meng Qiwen's clothes next to the bed: "Did she say anything just now?" ”

The person who pretended to be Meng Qiwen's ghost wiped the blood oozing from his eyes, and arched his hand: "If you go back to the second son, she has already recruited all of them, and the poison on the second son of Meng is indeed her, and there is a deep grievance between the two." ”

This person didn't dare to hide it, and learned everything that Meng Zhaoyue said in fear just now.

"That's what she said?"

Sheng Mingyi frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought, what kind of grievance made Meng Zhaoyue want to cut his half-brother with a thousand knives? And her words to scold Meng Qiwen, beasts, human-faced beasts?

His eyes unintentionally swept to Meng Zhaoyue's faintly charming face, and with a sigh in his heart, an extremely ridiculous thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

Sheng Mingyi's eyes widened by the thoughts in his head, but then he shook his head in self-denial, as if he wanted to sweep out the ridiculous thoughts in his mind.

How can it be?

Sheng Mingyi's thin lips pursed, and after pondering for a moment, he couldn't hold back the weirdness in his heart, and whispered a few words to the little guy who was guarding outside.

The little guy was quickly ordered to go out.

If it is really as he guessed, this Meng Qiwen is indeed damned.

After a while, the little maid who went out brought an elderly middle-aged woman over.