Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"Are you scared? So you know what it means to be afraid?" Jing Jiaren pushed forward step by step, "When a person is cornered, he will do any terrible things."

Leng Xinqi got up, and after only a few steps, she stepped on her skirt and fell to the ground. She rolled and crawled, throwing off the high heels on her feet and running forward.

Jing Jiaren's stern expression was too terrifying—her crazy appearance made people believe that she would kill someone!

Nurse He, who was stunned by the side, saw Jing Jiaren's bloodthirsty gaze, and also ran away.

Leng Xinqi was not familiar with the way to the orchard, but Jing Jiaren forced her to panic and ran to a deeper place.

Jing Jiaren holds thorns in her hands, she is basically a life-threatening devil, pressing her every step of the way.

In front is a beautiful lake.

The water wheel is turning, and this lake is the source of water for the entire orchard.

When Leng Xinqi ran here, there was no way out.

She had no choice but to run around the lake, looking back from time to time to see if Jing Jiaren had caught up.

Jing Jiaren knew that she was going in this direction, so she went in from another path, and suddenly appeared in front of Leng Xinqi holding a thorn stick.

She stopped abruptly, and Chiguo's feet were painful and rotten from the small stones.

She clutched her too long skirt tightly and stepped back: "Jing Jiaren, what do you want to do?"

"What do you say, you killed my baby, what would I do?"

"The baby's matter really has nothing to do with me, not me!"

"How could it have nothing to do with you, you are a conspiracy!" It's a pity that Jing Jiaren's ability is not enough, she can only solve one, and let Nurse He run away.

Leng Xinqi stepped back, stepped on a stone, and fell to the ground.

She began to hate her complicated attire, which made it inconvenient for her to run, let alone flex her fists.

Jing Jiaren smiled and took advantage of the situation to walk up to her.

Leng Xinqi crawled on the ground again, she had never been so embarrassed in her life.

Suddenly, there was a tearing pain in the back!

The thorns hit her back, and the thorns penetrated into her flesh, some remained in her skin, and some were pulled out with blood.

Leng Xinqi was shocked all over, and then she was whipped down again.

"Jing Jiaren!" Leng Xinqi turned pale, "I won't let you go—"

Jing Jiaren laughed loudly.

Startled the sparrows in the orchard to fly around...

"Leng Xinqi, can you save your life and say this to me again. Or, you will go to hell with me and pester me in hell?"

The thorns hit Leng Xinqi's back, and she almost bit her lips to bleed from the pain.

Jing Jiaren was tired from beating, and the thorns were already broken...

When she coldly threw it away, the flesh in the palm of her hand was connected to the thorns of thorns. She pulled it out forcefully, and saw the blood hole in the palm...

Jing Jiaren didn't feel any pain at all.

In fact, she had also fallen while chasing Leng Xinqi just now, and she had scratches and bruises on her knees.

When beating Leng Xinqi, her tender body also collided with the wound.

A gust of wind blows, and Jing Jiaren's hair dances wildly.

She walked up to Leng Xinqi and dragged her, who was dying, to the lake.

Leng Xinqi gasped, like a dead dog, she didn't even have the strength to struggle, she twisted her body helplessly: "Jing Jiaren...you dare to let me live...I...will not let you die you……"

They were already by the lake, a few steps away.

Jing Jiaren used her last bit of strength to push her head into the lake——