So, Jian Zhixi wrote on the life book with a stroke of a pen: A few months later, the official lady who was in the middle of the family was abandoned by her fiancé and came back with the fetus in her womb to find Yingfu.

"Ah!" Wangshu exclaimed, she said, "This down-and-out official lady will not turn him away when he comes back to him, right?"

"No, no, he should be standing at the door taunting her, sarcastically mocking her, and abusing her. ”

"Also, this scene also attracted the onlookers of the villagers, and since then Yingfu has lost face in the village! Since then, he has fallen into a cold-blooded, ruthless, ruthless and unrighteous notoriety, and no one wants to marry him anymore, and he will die alone!"

Wangshu clenched his fists for a while, clapped his hands for a while, talked to himself, immersed in it, and felt very satisfied with his abuse.

"Yes, that's it!"

Wangshu slapped the table, startling Jian Zhixi.

Jian Zhixi patted her chest and returned to her soul, she said: "Death, you, dancing with your hands, are you a little ladylike, you are Wangshu!"

Wangshu stuck out his tongue and looked playful.

Seeing this, Jian Zhixi continued to write on the life book.

"Your plot is not bloody enough, it should be written like this. ”

Wangshu stared at Jian Zhixi's life book with a pair of beautiful eyes, and read it out of his mouth.

Seeing that her former lover was depressed today, she couldn't bear it, so she took her in again and took good care of her. But the official lady still thinks about her fiancé in her heart and lives depressed. Until she was about to give birth, she died in childbirth, and before she died, she asked Yingyu to take good care of the child. ”

Wangshu sniffed, and she said, "Abuse, it's too abuse." Ying begged but couldn't get the heart of the official lady, but the official lady couldn't ask for the heart of the fiancé, the fiancé didn't cherish the official lady, and the official lady didn't cherish the Yingfu. It's really impossible to get it and it's always in turmoil, and those who are favored have nothing to fear. ”

Jian Zhixi twitched the corners of his mouth, the word ...... Wangshu is very good at learning and applying, but why does it sound so awkward.

Wangshu next to him had a sour nose and insisted on reading.

When the child grew up, the villagers found that the child did not look like him at all, and pointed fingers at him. In addition, the child's personality is very rebellious, and the two often quarrel and even fight. When I was a child, I couldn't beat Yingfu, and when I grew up, Yingfu couldn't beat the child, and my family had no peace. ”

"Yingfu hates the child, hates that he was not born by himself, hates that he killed the official lady as soon as he was born, but he has no choice but to be entrusted by the official lady on her deathbed, even if he hates it and hates each other, he can only raise it. Yingyu was alone with a child, could not marry again for life, worked hard to live, and finally died of depression. ”

"Oh my God, it's so sadistic, it's so tear-jerking, my little liver can't stand it. Wangshu patted his little heart.

Jian Zhixi looked at the life grid written on the life book, blew with satisfaction, and dried the ink.

Jian Zhixi put down his life, and before he could make a sound, he saw a cold voice coming from the desk.

"You two are too much, aren't you? ”

Jian Zhixi and Wangshu raised their heads, only to see a woman wearing a sassy red dress, with a capable posture, heroic eyebrows, and a delicate and clean body.

The person who came was the Nine Heavens Xuannu, a female god of war who was well versed in military strategy and magical spells.

Jian Zhixi's face did not change, she said: "Huo De Xingjun Ying's confusion this calamity is the resentment of the seven sufferings, and it is said that the people who are often resented and hated are originally wanted to stay away, but on the contrary, they gather together, and they are bitter and resentful. Glowing and the kid are in the right place. ”