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

The battle started, but Jiang Xiaowan did not launch an attack.

Her apricot eyes were fixed on the long pink knife that Hang Yanling stabbed on the table, her chest rose and fell, and she suddenly screamed: "Where did you get this knife!?"

Hang Yanling was startled by the voice, and blocked her ears: "What are you shouting about..."

"You, you, you, you, why does this knife look so similar to Master Fu's style!?"

"Nonsense, he gave it to me, these two are originally a couple..."

"You nonsense! How could you be a couple with Young Master Fu!? You must have stolen this knife from Young Master Fu, right!!"

Hang Yanling looked at Jiang Xiaowan who was full of anger, and suddenly remembered vaguely.

I put the knife in the auction house in my previous life, and the person who finally bought the knife seems to be the steward of the Jiang family...

what……

what…………

The butterfly effect of dog days.

Hang Yanling thought for a long time, then suddenly grinned, pulled out the Xiluo from the ground, and laughed wantonly: "Hahahahaha—yes, you are right."

Like a standard villain, she divided her laughter into three parts, and waved the knife in front of Jiang Xiaowan deliberately as if showing off: "I snatched this knife from Fu Tianqing. This is my favorite trophy. I still remember his humiliated expression when I took his favorite knife away."

After hearing this, everyone in the audience looked at Fu Tianqing again.

With black lines all over Fu Tianqing's face, she echoed casually: "Yes, yes, it was taken from me. I was humiliated at that time."

Afterwards, out of the kindness of helping others to the end, he stood up and yelled loudly at the stage: "Hang Yanling, you wicked girl, give me back my knife!"

Hang Yanling glanced at Fu Tianqing who was in the distance, and praised in his heart that this kid is on the right track.

Then he smiled at Jiang Xiaowan: "Why, if you are not convinced, you can come and grab it?"

Jiang Xiaowan stared and cursed a few times, and rushed forward to snatch the knife from Hang Yanling's hand, but Hang Yanling easily dodged it, and continued to prod her: "Hey, you can't take away Fu Tianqing's things at this level. .”

"Tsk! Hang Yanling! You evil girl... Ah, okay, I understand what you mean, you despicable and shameless guy."

Jiang Xiaowan turned around cursing, and stretched out her hand: "I'll just take it as a chance for you, give me this knife, and I will take the initiative to admit defeat."

"That's so boring."

Hang Yanling backhanded the knife on the ground, freeing both hands: "Since you want so much, you can use this knife as a bet for this game. If you win me, this knife belongs to you, and I'll get out Linlang Academy. If you lose...uh... just obediently get out of Linlang Academy, and you will never see Fu Tianqing again for the next four years, how about it?"

Fu Tianqing in the auditorium gave Hang Yanling a thumbs up.

At the same time, Hang Yanling turned sideways and raised his hand to Fu Tianqing.

The two former enemies have now formed a strange tacit understanding in their inexplicable attitudes.

Probably, this is the so-called bad friend.

"How could I lose to a scumbag like you."

Jiang Xiaowan scolded viciously: "But since I bet with you, then don't drag the young master of the Fu family. If I lose to you, from now on I will enter Linlang Academy as a book servant and serve as your slave." !"

Hang Yanling originally wanted to annoy her and make the scene more realistic. It doesn't matter what the bet is, so he agreed casually: "It's a deal."

Hey, that's good.

Hang Yanling breathed a sigh of relief, and tilted her head at the same time: "Ah, by the way—speaking of which, Fu Tianqing doesn't seem to like a guy with your personality very much—no matter how you think about it, you feel that you are far worse than my second senior sister Yan Qiuyu Is it too much?"

"Too much deceit, die!!"

Jiang Xiaowan knew that Yan Qiuyu was the object of Fu Tianqing's obsession, and when she heard the name, she felt evil in her heart, raised her palm and rushed towards Hang Yanling.

pity.

Although the speed is fast, there are too many flaws.

This is not convincing.

Hang Yanling easily dodged the first palm, and then Jiang Xiaowan and her trembled close together, launching a continuous offensive.

The Jiang family's palm technique pays attention to agility, lightness, and continuous movement. It is easy to be stuck by the opponent if they meet at close range.It's a pity that Jiang Xiaowan, who has been dazzled by anger, has no agility in her palms at all. On the contrary, because her moves go straight to the vital point, her attacking intention becomes extremely obvious.

Ok……

While dodging, Hang Yanling calculated the distance, almost guessing that the time had come, took the initiative to take a big step forward sideways, received Jiang Xiaowan's palm, and was knocked back several steps.

This time, Jiang Xiaowan opened the distance, but Jiang Xiaowan did not continue to chase. She took the opportunity to draw out the taunt that Hang Yanling had inserted on the table, and swung the knife, pointing the tip of the knife at the tip of Hang Yanling's pen.

All of a sudden, it was as if the outcome had been decided.

Hang Yanling had just gained a firm foothold, but in front of him was a long knife that the enemy could stab at any time.

Jiang Xiaowan, who had the upper hand, was sweating profusely, but she still smiled triumphantly, "Yo...you really are at this level."

"Oh--"

Hang Yanling couldn't help laughing and raised her hands.

"Sure enough, you are the one who is better at chess."

This time, it finally ended well.

Fu Tianqing on the stage sighed inwardly when he saw that the outcome had been decided in the blink of an eye.

As expected, Jiang Xiaowan was too good to be handled by Hang Yanling, the suspense of this match was gone.

Hang Yanling's treachery succeeded, he could tell that the girl was holding back a smile while forcing a terrified expression.

Should it be said to be a bad taste or worthy of Hang Yanling.

While Fu Tianqing was helpless, she was still somewhat disappointed.

He didn't say anything, just leaned sideways, propped his head, and quietly watched the changes on the stage.

Jiang Xiaowan, who was completely dominant, raised the knife to Hang Yanling, and sneered: "I can take it down so easily. I think you stole this knife from Young Master Fu, right?"

Hang Yanling didn't argue, she just nodded casually: "Ah, yes, I stole it."

"laugh."

Jiang Xiaowan shook her head, and sneered indifferently: "You really are a bitch... Mother is a thief, and daughter is also a thief. You are exactly the same as Hang Caiyu back then. It's so ridiculous."

"..."

"Ah? Oh, right—you don't know, do you? I'm sorry, I shouldn't say this kind of thing... It's really not good to talk about other people's dead mothers, but there's really no way, or talk about things like blood Is it hereditary?"

Jiang Xiaowan laughed triumphantly. She looked at Hang Yanling and lowered her head, watching Hang Yanling not moving.

The depression that had been uncontrollable just now was finally expressed happily.

But Hang Yanling listened with a puzzled expression.

Although she knew very well that Jiang Xiaowan was a bloodlineist, but Hang Caiyu... who was it?

"Can you say that again……"

"Hahahaha, are you angry? Are you angry?"

No, so Hang Caiyu is Hang Yanling's mother?

What does that have to do with me?

"Hey, Hang Yanling, your face is so wonderful, why are you crying?"

Hmm... However, since Jiang Xiaowan knows about Hang Yanling's biological mother, will the Lianhua Palace that adopted Hang Yanling have anything to do with this Hang Caiyu...

"You, aren't you afraid of death!? Let go!!"

After going back, do you want to check this guy's life experience again... Speaking of which, the impostor from before seems to have mentioned "mother" or something...

"Hey, cough cough, vomit!!!"

Ah... hmm?

"You... let go, let go..."

Why is Jiang Xiaowan's face so close to mine suddenly?

Where is the knife in her hand?

Eh?

what happened to her face...

What a painful and hideous look...

It's almost like...

It's like being choked by someone...

it's wired……

Hang Yanling raised his head slowly, and looked at Jiang Xiaowan suspiciously.

A fragile feeling came from his hands, as if some fragile hollow tube had been stuffed into his hands...

what……

The hand on the neck... looks familiar...

……

……

Is it me?

"Hangyan... Ling... let go, let go..."

Haha.

sorry……

……

go to hell.

"Gah-"

Jiang Xiaowan's struggle became weak, and just when the villain was about to break her trachea without hesitation, a dark red light hit the back of Hang Yanling's hand.

The figure of the young man appeared on the rattan platform, knocked Jiang Xiaowan away, stood in Jiang Xiaowan's position and firmly pinched Hang Yanling's wrist.

"Hey, you guy, don't you just lose? Why are you still killing people?"

Fu Tianqing pinched Hang Yanling's wrist, feeling vaguely surprised in her heart.

And when Hang Yanling in front of him raised his head, the pair of dark purple eyes could not reflect anyone's figure.

"..."

Gaba.

The creepy sound of bones sounded, and the villain twisted her wrist until it was dislocated without hesitation. At the same time, she flicked a whip. The ghostly and gloomy aura wrapped around her wrist, and it hit Fu Tianqing's body like a whip thrown by an evil ghost. neck.

Fu Tianqing felt suffocated for a moment, and then her stomach hurt sharply, and she was kicked out by Hang Yanling.

"Ahem----!!!"

Is she serious?

Fu Tianqing's brain fell into a brief daze because of the whip just now, and after flying a certain distance, he hit the ground heavily. Three seconds later, he barely got up and looked at Hang Yanling on the stage in amazement.

Watching the wicked girl screw her wrist back to its original position with a deadpan expression.

Watching the girl draw out the pink long knife, step by step towards Jiang Xiaowan who fainted.

Watching the villain raise the knife without hesitation...

Hand up, knife down.

"No, hello!! Hang Yanling!!!!!!!!!"

Chapter 63 is finally over

"The match is over, Jiang Xiaoyu lost his strength, and Hang Yanling won."

Hang Yanling held the long pink knife high, and the vines extending from the rattan platform under her feet bound her wrists, making her unable to move.

Akun saw the timing and jumped onto the stage, stopped in front of Hang Yanling, and said seriously: "The competition is over, Hang Yanling."

"..."