Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 1 Mass Burial Mound

"Miss, she seems to have passed out!"

"Wake me up with water, continue to beat me to death!" The vicious tone rang in my ears, Qingcheng's body was in pain with burning pain, his head was in chaos, his body was constantly whipped, and there was also the smell of pepper water.

After struggling to open his eyes, he was greeted with a whip, which slapped hard on his neck.

Damn it!Who dares to treat her like this, die!
The eyes instantly froze the atmosphere of the room. It was a few women in ancient clothes, with eyes watching the show.

His eyes were stained with bloodthirsty hatred, no matter who dared to treat her like this, he would definitely die.

The servant girl was frightened by Qingcheng's eyes and took a few steps back, not daring to make another move.

Lin Zhixuan glanced at the maid in dissatisfaction, and said angrily, "Why did you stop, continue!"

The servant girl heard her speak, and looked at Qingcheng timidly. This time, Qingcheng was still in a coma, and it seemed that she was dazzled.

He stepped forward again, raising the whip high with his right hand, ready to whip again.

Lin Shiyu stopped the maid and handed out her dagger.The cloud said lightly: "Scratch her face! Anyway, she has no face to face people."

The servant girl caught the dagger and drew a scar on Qingcheng's face, winding from the corner of her eye to her chin.

Qingcheng still didn't move, the servant girl touched her breath, and there was no breath.

"Miss, she seems to be dead!" the servant girl said calmly.

Lin Zhixuan and Lin Shiyu frowned, and after a while they relaxed again.

"Throw it into the mass grave and be buried!" Lin Yazhu came in at some point and said this, after a pause, she continued: "Sister Qingcheng was abandoned and shameless in front of her parents, she committed suicide, do you understand?"

The servants flatter together, I understand.

Someone carried Qingcheng away, threw it down at the mass grave, and left.

Qingcheng was already awake, but the sudden stimulation in her mind made her faint again.

It was a terrible memory.

The headache felt like it was about to explode, and many things poured into her. They were memories that did not belong to her. Qingcheng sat on the ground, feeling the information pouring out of her mind.

This was a memory belonging to Mu Qingcheng, the daughter of the prime minister of the imperial dynasty, and it soon merged with hers, as if she had personally experienced it.

As soon as she was born, her mother died.

"Mother, where have you been? Don't leave Qingcheng behind." In return, the prime minister's father slapped him.

Just because he thought she killed his mother.

"Second Miss, eat it! Haha." In front of him was the food in the dog bowl, and the servant's ugly face.

"Little bitch, your mother is dead, wipe this lady's shoes, if you don't wipe them, just kneel!" the sisters bullied.

"This king has never seen you before. I don't even know that you are so ugly. Take this divorce letter and get out!" On the night of the wedding, her husband threw the divorce letter on her body that he had prepared a long time ago. Send it back to the prime minister's mansion.

Abusive, ridiculed, whipped, spurned, ridiculed, surrounded her tightly.

The headache was so painful that it was going to explode, the tingling pain on the body and the scorching heat of the pepper water, I could even feel the cold blood flowing down my face.

Mu Qingcheng gritted her teeth, she transmigrated, and she transmigrated to such a doormat?

His eyes were as cold as the water of a millennium cold pool, his fists were clenched tightly, and the bones and veins of his thin hands were clearly visible.

(End of this chapter)