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"So you also know that you are crazy?" Song Qinrong narrowed her eyes.
"Yeah~" Song Muyao smiled, as if she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong at all, "I have always had a very clear understanding of myself.
¡°Unlike you, my good sister, after so many years, you have no idea what kind of person you are. "
"So, what kind of person am I?" Song Qinrong asked.
"You~" Song Muyao suddenly lowered his voice in the microphone, faintly, with malice and hatred that seemed to come from hell, "You, Song Qinrong, are just a murderer with human lives in your hands!"
What kind of murderer? If there were no previous guesses, Song Qinrong would have been surprised at this time.
But now, her face was calm and she only raised her eyebrows: "Are you saying that I killed Qi Huan?"
Song Muyao paused: "Do you know? Tsk, my good sister, I have to say, you are still so smart."
¡°I don¡¯t know why I became the murderer of Qi Huan, and I don¡¯t know how many misunderstandings there are in this matter.
But in the final analysis, I was the one who led Qi Huan to commit suicide, and I was the one with blood on my hands.
Song Muyao, if anything happens, just come to me. Let Xiaobao go. " Song Qinrong said word by word.
"Why should I let him go? You killed my lover, so I have to let you taste what it feels like to lose a loved one, right?"
Song Muyao chuckled, "Oh, time is running out. Do you want to talk to Xiaobao again? He doesn't seem to be able to hold on much longer."
These words made Song Qinrong¡¯s heart skip a beat: ¡°What do you mean?! What did you do to Xiaobao?¡±
Song Muyao didn't say anything, she just looked at Xiaobao in front of her with a smile on her face and a satisfied look on her face.
His neck was tied tightly with a hemp rope, and because it was too painful, his little hands tied behind his back were grabbing randomly in the air.
Airhe wants air
Through the struggling Xiaobao, Song Muyao's eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to that afternoon five years ago.
Her dearest boy¡¯s eyes were wide open, and a hemp rope was passed through the closet rod, leaving a scarlet mark on his neck.
Qi Huan, her favorite Qi Huan
Five years later, she finally wanted to avenge Qi Huan.
"Xiaobao!" Song Qinrong's voice suddenly became shrill.
Mother and son are connected. Although she doesn't know Xiaobao's condition at this time, she seems to be breathing rapidly and can't breathe.
"Girl!" Seeing that the girl beside him could no longer stand, Fu Sichen hurriedly supported her, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his voice, "Calm down, girl, you must calm down."
It¡¯s obvious that the real Song Muyao is a madman!
She tortured Xiaobao just to see Song Qinrong collapse in pain.
In other words, the stronger Song Qinrong's emotions are exposed, the happier Song Muyao will be. The happier she is, the more willing she is to torture Xiaobao.
Song Qinrong had no choice. She had to calm down before she could save her son!
Thinking of this, Song Qinrong took a deep breath and forced herself to sneer contemptuously: "Song Muyao, you have been dormant beside me, pretending for so long.
In the end, don¡¯t you even have the guts to personally help Qi Huan take revenge? "
"Hmm, are you starting to use provocation?" Song Muyao didn't take the bait, "It's useless."
"What kind of provoking method is this?" Song Qinrong shook his head, "You said that killing Xiaobao would allow me to experience the pain of losing a loved one. You are right.
But have you ever thought that as long as Fu Sichen and I are still here, without Xiaobao, we will have a second child and a third child.
what about you?
Qi Huan is dead, will you ever meet another Qi Huan in your life? "(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com