Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1170

Song Yaoya didn't speak, which made Song Wenchuan feel more guilty.

He looked at Song Yaoyao's drooping head with a sad look. The hand that wanted to be comforted raised and lowered, and he pressed the elevator downstairs for Song Yaoyao, "I'm sorry, but you have been wronged again."

The elevator dinged Song Yaoyao back from his meditation.

She shook her head and walked into the elevator. When the elevator door was about to close, she suddenly raised her hand to block it and asked, "She has always been like this?"

"what?"

The elevator door slowly opened to both sides, and Song Wenchuan was stunned for two seconds before smiling bitterly, "No."

"such--"

Song Yaoya understands, she sinks in, smiling, "Then she really hates me so much, she is gone."

She waved, the elevator doors gradually closed, and Song Wenchuan's figure disappeared.

She was lying on the bed and turned into a useless person. It is rare that she still has such a strong hatred when she sees her.

I don't know, I thought the two had some **** feud.

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At night, Song Yaoyao had that dream again.

Outside it was still pouring rain, lightning and thunder.

The roar of thunder cracked in the night sky, and even Song Yaoya's heart hurt. Her face was pale, her eyes turned black.

"Hurry up, where's another boy? Get that boy over first."

She was stunned. The woman's tone made Song Yaoya feel very familiar. She stared blankly at everything in front of her. As a little girl, she didn't understand why she suddenly felt this familiarity.

"Mom, can you keep him?"

Compared with Song Yaoyao, the boy is much less honest. At first he didn't know where he was hidden, but now he was lifted by the man and sneaked over, his hands and feet were tightly wrapped by black tape, his mouth was sealed, and he could only make a faint whine.

"Why?" the woman asked without raising her head while pulling out a dagger.

"He looks so good!" The girl took it for granted, "I want him to stay with me, Mom, you kill this dead girl, leave him to me!"

Little Song Yao, who was sitting on the floor, tightened her lips again, and her dark pupils were bright and frightening in the room.

"No!"

The woman immediately refused, her voice cooling down.

"Don't make trouble, this child is a sacrifice to Master Grandpa! Do you still want to get well? When you get better, we will go abroad. Then you can have as many children as you want to accompany you."

"No! I want him! I want him!" The girl began to snarly, "Then you can find another sacrifice, why do you have to have this one!!"

"You think it's so easy to find? I've been looking for these two for six full years, and my identity is still so complicated. You give me a little quiet! Health and him, you can only choose one, you choose!"

The woman threw the dagger at the girl's feet without fear, and coldly forced her to make a decision.

really--

The girl was startled by the severe mother. She looked down at the dagger at her feet and was silent for a few seconds. Then, she bent over, picked up the dagger on the ground, and smiled at Xiao Song Yaoyao.

Xiao Song Yaoya vaguely realized something, she kept shaking her head, climbing back.

The woman frowned and grabbed the girl, "She's still useful, don't mess around."

"I don't care!" The girl is extremely arrogant, "Since I am going to kill that little brother, then I want her to do it!! In this way, she is the murderer, haha~~"

"No, I don't want it!!"

Obviously the heart hurts and twitches, Xiao Song Yao still struggles to get up, staggering and trying to escape.

The next second, the long hair was caught and fell to the ground severely.

The delicate knee suddenly broke and blood overflowed.

The dagger was thrust into her hands mercilessly, and she was dragged towards the struggling boy.

"I don't want, I don't want..."

"Mom, I can't hold her back, come and help!" The girl was anxious and kicked Xiao Song Yao.

Seeing that she was finally willing to let go, the woman laughed helplessly, and said, "Come on."

The cold dagger hurt her hands, she curled up desperately, as if this would prevent everything from happening.

can--

Puff!

The hot liquid splashed on her face, her pupils tightened, and the boy who was still struggling for the last second convulsed violently, his clothes were stained with blood, and his body gradually disappeared in a small amount of shaking. sound.

"Hahahaha! Fun, so fun!!!"

"Old Song, get the bowl quickly."

A lively child becomes a cold corpse in front of them, but they can still do their own things in an orderly manner.

An unknown powder was mixed in the blood and then dipped in a brush.

Yellow paper, candles, paper money...

A gust of wind whizzed in, and with a bang, the light bulb above my head exploded suddenly. The stabbing sparks flashed for two seconds, and the room fell into darkness.

"How did the candle go out? Old Song! Hurry up and light the candle!!"

"Mom, where are you, I'm afraid...I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you just stand still, just wait." After the woman comforted her daughter, her voice immediately became irritable, "Lao Song! What are you rubbing with?"

"I don't know where to put the lighter, wait for me to find it!"

"Faster!"

In the hustle and bustle, they seemed to forget that there was another person.

Xiao Song Yao's body was already drenched, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and his body trembled slightly. She nudged her fingers nervously on the floor until she inadvertently touched a cold object.

It's that dagger--

She knew that not far away, there was another body that was gradually losing its temperature.

Tears gushed from her eyes, and she firmly held the dagger, her eyes turned black because of the heartache, and the air became thinner. She kept adjusting her breathing and crawling on the ground.

She may die, but she hopes to die in the arms of her parents, with her brother by her side, she will never die here!

They are crazy!

"what!!"

The shrill scream cut through the night sky, and another thunder exploded, and there was a short visual range in the illuminated room.

"What happened?"

The woman hadn't seen it clearly, her sight went dark again, and she quickly walked towards her daughter with her memory.

The girl's voice trembled, "Something is scratching my feet!!"

It feels cold to the touch, without any human temperature.

Could it be the one who died--

"Ahhhhhhh! Mom, hurry up..."

Puff--

The woman and the man were stunned at the same time, and they heard the muffled noise of the sharp blade piercing the flesh.

"Do not--!!"

The pale lightning flashed by, falling in the girl's deep, ghost-like eyes.

"Wanwan! Wanwan, don't scare your mother!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I want you to die without a place to die!!"

Her neck was pinched tightly, and tears and hatred filled the woman's eyes. She had a vicious look, her face twisted and hideous.

"I want you to pay for her life! I will always be trampled underfoot by my daughter! Life after life, not to die!"

(End of this chapter)