The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1957 As Strange

"Zheng" sounded sharp and piercing. Ling Xi'er looked at the broken strings under her hand, her face was pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth. She coughed and coughed up a big mouthful of blood again. In the middle of the night, little drops of scarlet dripped on her white dress.

The pale complexion of Hongmei in the white robe made her look weak and beautiful, and she couldn't help but want people to feel sorry for him.

It's just that scarlet at the corner of her mouth, but it added a bit of fascination to her. She stared at Leng Wuyou with a pair of eyes, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

Ling Xi'er stood up from the ground, a puff of smoke rose up with a wave of her sleeve, and when the smoke cleared, she had disappeared
The qin with a broken string and the few drops of blood on the qin left on the ground reveal a bit of grief.

"Sister Lingxi..."

Ling Ke'er opened her mouth, biting her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, her eyes were a bit sad.

"You control me."

Ling Xi'er dragged her weak body, leaning against the table next to her, drips of blood dripping from her mouth fell on the front of her clothes, she looked at the person in front of her with a bit of disappointment in her eyes, the voice in that voice With trembling and disbelief.

"I am your sister, dear sister!"

In the Tiancheng Lingjia, in the dark basement, the candle on the wall was desperately struggling to illuminate the small space in front of him.

The dim light hit Ling Xi'er's face and fell into her pupils, causing her originally dark pupils to appear alternate colors for a moment.

From a dark corner, a figure slowly moved out. He was also pale at the moment, and his white clothes were stained with blood. He raised his eyes slightly, showing a bit of coldness.

"Yeah, you are my sister, so what's wrong with me controlling you? You are my sister, and my sister should serve me, right?"

"Ling Ke Jian!"

Ling Xi'er was very angry, and there was anger in her beautiful eyes.

But Ling Kejian turned a blind eye to Ling Xi'er's anger.

With weak steps, he slowly approached Ling Xi'er, his gentle eyes were now cold.

"Sister, on that occasion you say that I don't control you, what will you do? Will you really stay indifferent, or will you watch the death of the family children, the death of the father, and then go completely crazy."

Ling Kejian's words made Ling Xi'er a little silent. She really didn't know what she would be like in that state, and the result would not be good.

But no matter what it is, it is her emotion, she can accept it, but what she does not accept is being controlled by others.

Originally, because Ling Tiancheng wanted to control her, she had always been dissatisfied with this father, and always faced him in a silent manner, but now that her father was gone, she never thought that someone would control her.

And it was this brother who controlled her, the brother she had never seen through.

She stared blankly at the brother in front of her who looked so familiar, but his eyes gave her a strange feeling, and her heart sank involuntarily.

A picture flashed in my mind.

The three-year-old boy followed behind a little girl, crying and snot while running, and couldn't help falling down.

"Wuuuuuuu, sister wait for me."

The little guy's face is chubby and round, and it looks easy to pinch. The little girl walking in front turned her head and looked seven or eight years old, with two buns tied on her head, and a touch of tenderness appeared on her white and tender face. Funny look.

There were words of disgust in his mouth.

"You little crybaby, are you a man after all? Men can't cry, you cry like this, it's just embarrassing and embarrassing."

Although she said hurtful words, she slowly raised her steps, walked towards the little guy, and pulled the little guy up.

"After my sister leads you, you won't be unable to keep up with my sister."

When the scene changed, the eight-year-old boy was too naughty. He lay on the tree and was stung by the hornet's nest on the tree.

At night, a girl dressed in white came in, her arms were bulging, obviously she had something to bring.

(End of this chapter)