After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

However, Hang Yanling tilted his head to look at her, and suddenly asked: "Xiao Qiuyu, do you want to read the contents of this book?"

"...If you don't want me to watch it, Junior Sister, I won't watch it."

"Hey, how about I make a deal with you?"

Hang Yanling shook the book in his hand, squinted his eyes and leaned against the wall, and the old god said, "You only need to answer one question for me, and I will show you this disturbing book."

Yan Qiuyu groaned inwardly.

What makes me uneasy is your book.

"Junior Sister, just ask whatever you want, I know everything—"

"In your eyes, is there a big difference between me and me before amnesia?"

Hang Yanling adjusted her sitting posture, leaned against the wall, smiled and tilted her head to look at Yan Qiuyu, dragging her cheeks, as if she was a little girl.

"what……"

"Ah, the question I want to ask is, what is the difference between me and the previous me."

Hang Yanling was more precise about her question. Seeing that Yan Qiuyu was still in a daze, she simply sat up and raised the book in her hand.

"If I'm not mistaken, this 'last me' who calls you 'Xiao Qiuyu' should have a close personal relationship with you, right? Senior sister, the reason why you are restless is because the previous me disappeared. .”

"..."

"Maybe she will never come back, so what is written in this book is very likely to be her last writing - out of this consideration, I think it is necessary to show it to you, senior sister, after all, 'she' is not Me, 'she' is someone you care about very much."

It was another sentence that pierced his heart, Yan Qiuyu felt that he was suffocating, and looked up at Hang Yanling.

With trembling lips, she nodded; "You're right..."

"then!"

"Eh?"

Hang Yanling smiled, and threw the book to Yan Qiuyu with a flick of his hand.

Yan Qiuyu caught it in a hurry, but before opening it, Hang Yanling stopped her: "Wait, sister, you can read the book, but don't forget to answer my question."

"Question...problem..."

Yan Qiuyu smiled wryly and said, "The difference between you...so where do I start..."

"Don't talk about your friendship with her, just talk about the differences in our personalities and ways of doing things."

Hang Yanling hugged her shoulders, bent her waist, and pouted her mouth.

"The last time I handed over a very troublesome job to the current me. Obviously...that me is stronger in fighting power. After all, I can have the confidence to kill the Patriarch alone—but she entrusted the task to I."

Saying that, Hang Yanling tilted her head, gently pinched her lips with her hand, squinted her eyes and said.

"Think about it... I, who is very powerful and can kill the heads of the top ten families, chose to sacrifice myself for the last fight when the situation was not very dangerous. Shopkeeper...the result of doing this is only one possibility."

Hang Yanling puffed up her chest, and patted her own chest triumphantly: "It means that as a 'successor', I am more suitable than the 'previous Hang Yanling' to catch the real culprit behind the scenes."

Yan Qiuyu stared dumbfounded at the confident Hang Yanling, opened his mouth slightly, and let out a voice of "Ah...".

Hang Yanling smiled: "Of course, this is just from my point of view. I'm not sure what I was like before, so I'm going to ask you, Senior Sister—do you think there's a big difference in our personalities? ?”

"I... can't tell."

Yan Qiuyu rubbed his temples, the Hang Yanling in front of him was easy to startle, especially compared to the one who was easy-going and not daring, the gap between the two was not small.

"And Ling'er, even if you know the gap between you... what's the use? You're very weak now, and even if your yin aura recovers a little, it's still hard to match your previous strength."

"Maybe this is the original effect I want to achieve?"

Hang Yanling was optimistic, she knocked on her head: "Maybe it's a different personality, maybe it's a different strength, maybe it's because my current attitude of being at a loss for everything around me is the quality needed to solve the problem, since I've been chosen, then I will definitely do my best to play my part.”

……

……

……

Looking at Hang Yanling in a daze, Yan Qiuyu lowered his head and clutched the letter, and suddenly smiled.

"So that's it. By the way, have you memorized everything in this book?"

"Huh? Remember it, I have a good memory."

"That's enough."

She suddenly moved the book in her hand to the candlelight beside her, and shook it vigorously.

The flame of the candle attached to the book and burned upwards quickly. In less than an instant, the book written with Yin Qi was swallowed by the flame and turned into fly ash.

Hang Yanling looked at Yan Qiuyu doing this, and scratched his head in surprise.

"Hey~ Is it really okay to do this? I can't guarantee that that person will come back. You should have a good relationship with her... Maybe it's the last thing she left behind. Isn't it a pity to burn it... ..."

"No, the mission of that book is for you to read it. To me, this book has no other purpose."

Yan Qiuyu got up and came to Hang Yanling, put his hands in his sleeves, bent down, and walked his face into Hang Yanling.

The senior sister's fragrant smell came to his nose, Hang Yanling suddenly felt a little shy, and moved his butt back unconsciously: "Wait! Senior sister, although I have exactly the same appearance as that person, you must not get on top! We , the original relationship between the two of us is quite respectful, right!?"

"Yes."

Yan Qiuyu reached out and pinched Hang Yanling's face.

"Speaking of the gap between you and before amnesia... To be honest, I can't see it."

"Eh? Why?"

"Because you are the same as before, and you don't need others to take care of you. You obviously lost your memory, and those people and things have nothing to do with you, but you still chose to carry them on your shoulders in the first place, instead of treating them as nothing to do and giving up. Set aside."

"Speaking of which, why are you pinching my face!?"

"I'm angry at you for making me feel at a loss. I was worried for nothing. I hate you so much, but I think you are very cute now. It seems that this is not bad."

"It doesn't taste right! What you say doesn't taste right!"

Hang Yanling pushed Yan Qiuyu's hand away, covered her face and said tearfully, "I don't remember my senior sister doing such a thing to me."

"I don't remember the real Hang Yanling being as optimistic as you were when I was young—poof, that's it, I understand...that's it... no wonder you were different from the dream when you were young..."

Yan Qiuyu muttered to himself for a while, then suddenly blinked.

"Ling'er, have you been shopping with Ying'er all afternoon?"

"Well, the little senior sister also looks worried about gain and loss, which makes me wonder what I did before to hurt her heart."

"You broke my heart badly before, you scumbag."

"Wait! Sister, let me reiterate again. For me who lost my memory, my memory just jumped from eight years old to 13 years old. I am not responsible for anything that happened during the period! Don't scold me!"

"I don't care, playboys, scumbags, big liars, brats with lust but no guts."

Yan Qiuyu suddenly acted coquettishly in front of Hang Yanling.

Unable to accept the picture in front of him, Hang Yanling patted his face hard, the Yan Qiuyu in front of him was completely different from the one in his memory.

The former Second Senior Sister seldom took the initiative to contact her. Although she cared about her everywhere, she always had an unfathomable appearance.

And looking at myself always full of guilt, I don't know how to get along with it.

But now?

Why are you acting like a baby at me?

It's okay to act like a baby, why do you still take off your shoes?

Just take off your shoes, why take off your clothes?

Just take off your clothes, why are you climbing on my bed?

"Senior Sister, you...have you also lost your memory?"

"No."

"Then you must be overly sad and think of me as the same person before."

Hang Yanling persuaded her kindly: "Look, strictly speaking, I'm still an eight-year-old child. Senior sister, you might as well get off my bed first, and give us a time to think about our relationship."

"An eight-year-old child will be very happy to sleep with his sister."

Yan Qiuyu blew out the candle with a whoosh, and before Hang Yanling could say anything, she suddenly pulled her down on the bed.

"Eh?! No, you think about me. There has always been a estrangement between the two of us before. Now you are almost in close contact with me now. I am a bit messed up!"

"You can adapt."

"I... oh, forget it, she disappeared, it's normal for you to be sad, it doesn't matter if you're a girl anyway."

Hang Yanling closed her eyes and went to bed: "Let's think of it as the beginning of my relationship with my senior sister. Have a good dream tonight. I'll go to bed first."

In the darkness, Yan Qiuyu suddenly giggled: "So that's it... You are a girl now, so you won't be afraid."

"Afraid? What are you afraid of?"

"It's okay, have a good dream, Ling'er."

"Okay—and please don't pinch my earlobe secretly, I won't be able to sleep."

"Senior Sister told eight-year-old Ling'er a story to lull you to sleep, okay?"

"It's all right if you don't move your hands or feet—good, good, you talk, you talk, just don't touch me."

"Senior Sister will tell you a story about a big flowery radish that smashed itself to pieces, and a small flowery radish popped out of it?"

Chapter 48 Flower Heart Radish

There is a saying that since childhood, Hang Yanling has had countless nightmares.

Some dreamed that they were chased by a headless bride.

Someone dreamed that he was standing in the bloody water, looking at the other self on the opposite side.

Someone dreamed that the sky became dark red, and something collapsed from the sky.

To put it simply, they are all majestic and terrifying nightmares.

But tonight's nightmare was real and extraordinary.

She dreamed that a big turnip was pulled out from the hole by herself in the world, and it rolled in the field wrapped in mud.

Suddenly rolled to the edge of the cliff, fell down with a thud, the big radish was smashed to pieces, from inside, a little radish came out with its arms raised up like his mother Superman appeared, the two radishes had to pinch their waists My most hanging face is tilted around.

Squatting next to the radish was Hang Yanling, who was carrying a basket and had no expression on his face. He shook his head repeatedly after seeing the little radish.

Huaxin Xiaolubo raised her head and looked in the direction of Hang Yanling. She waved her two whiskers and pointed at the wreckage of Huaxin Daluobo to extend an invitation.

The expressionless Hang Yanling waved his hands quickly and shook his head.

The radish's whiskers entangled that Hang Yanling's arm, and it seemed that he extended an invitation with extra enthusiasm, but he didn't expect that Hang Yanling tossed it in the basket and ran away.

The dream turned into a picture of the flamboyant little radish chasing and killing Hang Yanling.

There is one sentence that is too exciting...

This is hardly a nightmare.

Because what I substituted was actually that little radish's perspective.

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The morning sun shone on Hang Yanling's face, and sweat rolled down from his forehead with a ferocious expression.

Hang Yanling closed her eyes tightly and fell asleep in a dream, wrapping the quilt around her neck with her hands, as if she was uneasy about being strangled by a big snake.

"Don't come here! I don't like eating radishes...uh... radishes..."

Suddenly his legs twitched, Hang Yanling in the dream fell off the cliff, and his little carrot also jumped off the cliff with a gulu because he didn't stop the car.

When he woke up from his dream, he saw Hang Yanling standing on the cliff with a feint shot, wiping cold sweat, shaking his head silently like a robot and leaving.

"Wow!!! Get the carrot!!!"

Hang Yanling cursed and opened his eyes.

Light purple eyeballs and black pupils face each other.

Zhou Qingying held the steamed stuffed bun in one hand and the bowl of soup in the other with a dazed expression, and just put it down on Hang Yanling's bedside.