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

Qi Zijin's expression gradually became serious: "Hematopoiesis is a matter of the human body after all, and it needs the liver, bone marrow, thymus, lymph nodes and other organs to work together... If a large amount of purple gold wood is ingested, it will lead to hematopoiesis. The ability is over-catalyzed, the hematopoietic organs are overloaded...increasing the burden on the hematopoietic organs, the lighter ones rupture the liver, and in severe cases..."

"Don't give a shit, just say it."

"...In the animal experiment stage, there was a mouse with a severely overloaded intake."

Qi Zijin frowned: "Its internal organs were all melted and wrapped in blood, and the tissues and blood were mixed into a porridge. The bones were soaked in blood and brittle... Its body looked like a bowl of rice. It was like a skin sac full of blood, and when it was dissected, the blood gushed out directly, and the body collapsed visibly with the naked eye... Finally, we found that there was nothing left of the mouse except skin and bones."

"……hiss."

Hang Yanling took a deep breath, and the scene described by Qi Zijin appeared in his mind. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly had a severe headache.

A face flashed back in front of Hang Yanling.

That's the face of a woman...

She looked familiar...

Oh, by the way, it's the face of that senior from Linlang Academy...

Then, a pool of blood with human skin and bones floating in it appeared in his mind.

Gee, damn it.

What's going on... My head hurts.

Senior sister, isn't senior sister living a good life?

Why do I think of her...

No, this is... Is this the memory of the previous "I"?

Damn, it wasn't mentioned in that book.

The suffocated corpse can be seen with the naked eye, the strong rust gas, skin and bones...

Zijinmu... Does senior sister have anything to do with Zijinmu?

Seeing that Hang Yanling suddenly covered his head, Qi Zijin quickly stood up: "Little girl, are you alright?!"

"Hiss, no, it's okay."

Hang Yanling rubbed her temples and shook her head twice: "The scene you just described is a bit bloody, and I'm startled after thinking about it."

"You're so scared. Just now, the yin energy around you has been stimulated...Okay, take a rest first, and I'll contact the drug testing platform to ask what's going on."

After confirming that Hang Yanling was fine, Qi Zijin walked out anxiously.

"This thing is still in the experimental stage, how can it be eaten by college students who don't know it. Isn't this nonsense... What if something goes wrong!"

"There's already a problem, and it's all in the headlines."

"This matter must be investigated to the end. How dare the drug testing platform do such a thing? Isn't this a joke with the child's life?"

Qi Zijin quickly left the office, and before leaving, she ordered a few nurses to come and take care of Hang Yanling.

Sitting on the sofa, Hang Yanling rubbed his temples.

A splitting headache came over me.

sense of violation.

After I knew the answer from Qi Zijin, I always felt a sense of disobedience.

No, it wasn't Qi Zijin's lying that caused the violation.

But if what he said is true, although everything has been explained so far, there is one hurdle that cannot be bypassed no matter what.

Damn, what is it...

Chapter 60 Temporary residence

Tang Yuxiao woke up on her bed and yawned loudly.

Sitting up from the bed, she rubbed her eyes, raised her head, and looked at the mirror in front of her.

Her face was reflected in the mirror.

It was... not the face of a 43-year-old woman.

Wrinkles, dullness, and aging are hard to find on this face. At first glance, it looks like he is in his early 30s.

This is not the result of makeup, but the original appearance of her skin.

If it were placed on other women, this would be something that would make people ecstatic. After all, there is no girl in the world who does not love beauty, and there is no middle-aged woman who does not like being called young.

But this "gift of youth" made Tang Yuxiao unhappy all the time.

Because this change started after the death of the son and the return of the husband after a year of disappearance.

At the beginning, I didn't feel the change. I just asked my husband sharply what he had done this year, and whether he still had this family in his heart.

He didn't know how lonely he was when he came back home, saw the empty room, looked at his son, and his husband was not there, and swallowed the pain every night coldly.

The kind of desperation that makes people crazy, the kind of picture that every time I close my eyes, I will see my son waving at me in the living room and my husband preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Every night I dream about my dead son, my missing husband.

Every time I have a dream, I clearly know that it is just a dream, but I am afraid of the pain of opening my eyes and not being able to get anything in my hand.

If I hadn't adopted my cousin's daughter at the beginning, I'm afraid I would be like my cousin, find the river where my son died, and end this painful life.

At that time, the only motivation to support myself to live was to wait until my husband came back.

She knows what she has chosen, and the man she decides to spend her life with will not be the one to leave her alone.

He disappeared at his son's funeral, and he searched every possible place he might have gone, and every contact who might know his whereabouts.

However, there was no news.

A year later, he came back.

It seems that it has not changed at all, and it seems that it has changed.

There was a strangeness in his eyes that he couldn't understand...

A kind of persistence.

My husband is a very gentle, kind, and very dedicated person. He has been there since high school.

Although he is usually very talkative, when he encounters something of interest and sets a goal, his husband will use ten times more perseverance than ordinary people to complete it.

This is what I admire most about him.

however……

When her husband came back that day, he said that sentence in the focused and serious tone that Tang Yuxiao was most familiar with.

Tang Yuxiao felt fear.

"I will definitely bring my son back to life."

Many years of classmates, many years of lovers, many years of husband and wife, let Tang Yuxiao know that her husband is not joking about his dead son.

He is serious.

He's crazy.

The most terrible madness in the world is not a person suddenly becoming crazy, talking nonsense, and making a lot of noise.

It's a person you can't get too familiar with, and everything behaves the same as before, but deep down in your heart, you know clearly that he is crazy.

Qi Zijin didn't explain where he went, nor why he abandoned her for so long.

He was as usual, gentle and busy.

I no longer feel half-hearted about the death of my son, nor am I paralyzing myself with work.

Everything he did was for the impossible goal he said...

So not long after, when Qi Zijin sensed Tang Yuxiao's fear, he smiled gently and proposed a divorce.

On the day of the divorce, he was very calm.

as always……

"Bad luck, bad luck! I remembered what he was doing."

Tang Yuxiao covered her hair and sobbed in pain.

Lingling is still in the hospital. She must have been irritated by seeing his face yesterday.

What a shame...

If something happened to Lingling, she really wouldn't be able to hold on.

no, i have to go to-

"Let's have dinner."

The door of the room was suddenly opened, and the light of the morning sun shone into the dark room through the crack of the door.

Covering her face, Tang Yuxiao raised her head and looked at the girl who appeared through the crack of the door.

It's Lingling...

Lingling was wearing a pink apron, which was too wide and seemed a little out of place.

She was holding a battered egg in one hand, her face seemed a little unmotivated, and she squinted to one side.

That's not the look Lingling would have...

And Lingling...

"Aren't you in the hospital?"

"Ah, uh... this..."

"And why do you feel a little, shorter?"

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The chopsticks poked back and forth on the battered eggs, making a clicking sound.

Hang Yanling puffed out her mouth unconvinced.

Although I vaguely know how to use these "kitchen utensils" in the "kitchen", the cooking method is very different from when I was in Lianhua Palace.

I originally planned to make a good salty fried egg early in the morning to start a good day, but I have to pay attention to this, and the earth kitchen utensils that I also need to pay attention to make her angry.

She was still staring at when the black cube would burst into flames, and the fried eggs in the pan had already smelled of burnt.

Tang Yuxiao, who was sitting next to Hang Yanling, also puffed out her mouth, poking the fried egg with her chopsticks.

His demeanor and behavior were exactly the same as Hang Yanling's.

But she didn't think there was anything wrong with the omelette, after all, it wasn't much better if she made it herself.

What made her unhappy was the man sitting opposite her.

"Explain it well, my 'ex-husband'?"

Tang Yuxiao deliberately bit the word "ex-husband" very hard, in order to remind the crazy man opposite that this place is no longer his home, and he can't just sit on this table like a normal person and eat his own kitchen utensils. The omelette was made.

Qi Zijin gnawed on the fried egg, looked at his ex-wife at first, thought for a while and said: "Huh? Ah... I wanted to prepare breakfast, but this child insisted on telling me to show his hands, and it turned out to be burnt. Xunsi is similar to what you do, I have been used to it for so many years, so I just..."

"I didn't ask you this!"

Tang Yuxiao slapped the table angrily, raised her leg and kicked her ex-husband's knee: "And don't mock me for making the food taste bad!"

"Ah, I didn't make fun of it, it really tastes similar to what you made, try it..."

The familiar sensation made Tang Yuxiao grit her teeth, rubbed her temples vigorously with her index finger, and waved her hand: "It's fine if you use those weird medicines to make me, an old woman, younger, why do you still let Lingling grow up?" gone back!!!"

"You are not old in my heart at all."

"Ah? Oh... yes, yes... no!!! You old bastard, answer my question!"

"Ah, this."

Qi Zijin glanced at Hang Yanling, then scratched his face: "This little girl is not Lingling, she is actually..."

"Look me in the eyes and talk, you unconscionable bastard likes to turn your eyes away and scratch your face with your fingers whenever you lie."

"okay."

Qi Zijin looked into his ex-wife's eyes obediently, spread his hands and said, "She's not Lingling, Lingling has already gone back to college."