Rebirth of the Daughter's Revenge

Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open, and a man with a face as gentle as jade and as gentle as the wind walked in pushing a cart.

When she saw Mo Jing who had woken up, she said with a gentle smile on her face: "Miss Mo, you're awake!"

Noila Mo looked at the person coming with some disgust, who else could this person be except Shen Xiangming.

There was a long box on the cart he was pushing, along with a glassware, several folded white towels, and several bottles of unknown liquid.

"Oh, I forgot, your mouth is still sealed, let me untie it for you first." After saying that, he quickly stepped forward and tore open Noila Mo's mouth that was sealed with tape.

"I wonder what you want to do when you catch me?" Mo Jing looked at Shen Xiangming calmly and asked in a deep voice.

Shen Xiangming pushed the cart to Noila Mo's side, smiled softly and elegantly and said: "Actually, Miss Mo and I were originally partners of the company, and I shouldn't have treated you like this, but sometimes you really It’s so annoying. So I decided to make you my work of art, do you think it’s okay?”

Noila Mo glanced at the masks on the glass cabinet on the right, and said with a sarcastic smile: "You are talking about the works of art in that cabinet."

Shen Xiangming seemed to be very happy to have been guessed by Mo Jing. He immediately walked to the cabinet, touched the masks through the glass, and said obsessedly: "How about it, these works of art of mine are good, right? This is my flower." It took me more than a year to collect them, and each one is carefully crafted by me.”

Mo Jing's eyes were a little cold, and she narrowed them dangerously. She looked at the masks one after another, as if they were people who died tragically in front of her. Shen Xiangming is really crazy. So many people were killed in a long period of time. Noila Mo counted nine masks in the cabinet, which meant that Shen Xiangming had killed at least nine people.

Noila Mo calmly turned the ring on her thumb behind her. This ring was specially worn by Ling Moyuan before. At first glance, it was just an ordinary ring and inconspicuous.

But as long as you turn half a turn to the left and right, a sharp blade will appear next to the small chrysanthemum flower in the middle, which is thin and fast.

"If I'm not mistaken, those are all peeled off from real people. You said these are your works of art. Did you kill them all?" Noila Mo's hands were moving uninterrupted, but there was nothing on the surface. He asked with an expression.

But Shen Xiangming stretched out the same finger and shook it, saying: "You are wrong. They were not killed by me. They all dedicated their lives to art."

"How about it, my dear, do you want to dedicate yourself to art?" Shen Xiangming walked back with his feet, his shiny leather shoes stepping on the dozens of square meters of space, even with a dull echo. Seeing him opening the box on the cart, there was a whole row of scalpels inside, which shone coldly under the bright light. Shen Xiangming picked up one of them, weighed it in his hand, shook it in his hand and said : "But before I dedicate myself, I have a few questions to ask you. How did you know the true relationship between me and my dad, and how did you learn about the things at the meeting."

Noila Mo looked at the scalpel but didn't look scared. Instead, she said with a strange curve in the corner of her mouth: "If I said that Bai Sihang told me this, would you believe it?"

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The fourth update is here, keep updating!

Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open, and a man with a face as gentle as jade and as gentle as the wind walked in pushing a cart.

When she saw Mo Jing who had woken up, she said with a gentle smile on her face: "Miss Mo, you're awake!"

Noila Mo looked at the person coming with some disgust, who else could this person be except Shen Xiangming.

There was a long box on the cart he was pushing, along with a glassware, several folded white towels, and several bottles of unknown liquid.

"Oh, I forgot, your mouth is still sealed, let me untie it for you first." After saying that, he quickly stepped forward and tore open Noila Mo's mouth that was sealed with tape.

"I wonder what you want to do when you catch me?" Mo Jing looked at Shen Xiangming calmly and asked in a deep voice.

Shen Xiangming pushed the cart to Noila Mo's side, smiled softly and elegantly and said: "Actually, Miss Mo and I were originally partners of the company, and I shouldn't have treated you like this, but sometimes you really It’s so annoying. So I decided to make you my work of art, do you think it’s okay?”

Noila Mo glanced at the masks on the glass cabinet on the right, and said with a sarcastic smile: "You are talking about the works of art in that cabinet."

Shen Xiangming seemed to be very happy to have been guessed by Mo Jing. He immediately walked to the cabinet, touched the masks through the glass, and said obsessedly: "How about it, these works of art of mine are good, right? This is my flower." It took me more than a year to collect them, and each one is carefully crafted by me.”

Mo Jing's eyes were a little cold, and she narrowed them dangerously. She looked at the masks one after another, as if they were people who died tragically in front of her. Shen Xiangming is really crazy. So many people were killed in a long period of time. Noila Mo counted nine masks in the cabinet, which meant that Shen Xiangming had killed at least nine people.

Noila Mo calmly turned the ring on her thumb behind her. This ring was specially worn by Ling Moyuan before. At first glance, it was just an ordinary ring and inconspicuous.

But as long as you turn half a turn to the left and right, a sharp blade will appear next to the small chrysanthemum flower in the middle, which is thin and fast.

"If I'm not mistaken, those are all peeled off from real people. You said these are your works of art. Did you kill them all?" Noila Mo's hands were moving uninterrupted, but there was nothing on the surface. He asked with an expression.

But Shen Xiangming stretched out the same finger and shook it, saying: "You are wrong. They were not killed by me. They all dedicated their lives to art."

"How about it, my dear, do you want to dedicate yourself to art?" Shen Xiangming walked back with his feet, his shiny leather shoes stepping on the dozens of square meters of space, even with a dull echo. Seeing him opening the box on the cart, there was a whole row of scalpels inside, which shone coldly under the bright light. Shen Xiangming picked up one of them, weighed it in his hand, shook it in his hand and said : "But before I dedicate myself, I have a few questions to ask you. How did you know the true relationship between me and my dad, and how did you learn about the things at the meeting."

Noila Mo looked at the scalpel but didn't look scared. Instead, she said with a strange curve in the corner of her mouth: "If I said that Bai Sihang told me this, would you believe it?"

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The fourth update is here, keep updating!