Psychic Wife: Husband, don't worry

Chapter 312 She Can't Comparing That?

"That's right. But it's fate that the two siblings of the Hao family were not killed." Su Xiaoyi said with a smile, as if she was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"If both of their siblings are killed, it will be a very sensational massacre, and my matter will be ignored even faster." Su Xiaoyi's tone was still calm.

"In short, as long as your matter is ignored by the public." Fei Miaoxia returned the phone to her.

As long as it doesn't hinder her plan, it doesn't matter to keep them alive, her goal has been achieved.

"Mom, it's my fault for causing trouble to you this time. I will never act impulsively next time." Su Xiaoyi said softly.

Fei Miaoxia patted her head and said with a smile: "Yes. Tell Mom what you want to do next time."

Su Xiaoyi nodded, "Yes, I see."

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Deep in a forest, there is a castle-like villa.

The furniture inside is all in a classical style, and when you walk in, you will see antique pictures, full of elegance.

In one of the rooms, there was a very old dresser with a mirror of just the right size.

The old lady inside, leaning on crutches, walked to the front of the dressing table step by step, and then sat down.

Her face is full of criss-cross wrinkles, and the years have drawn deep marks on her face, as if she just wanted her to remember how much time has passed.

Gently put down the crutches, staring at her hunched back in the mirror.

She raised her hand gently, stroking the furrowed wrinkles.

The corners of her pursed lips gradually rose, and finally revealed a smile.

Time is always so cruel, no matter who it is, it is impossible to resist the ruthless erosion of time.

She stared at herself in the mirror, and a figure of a man appeared in her mind, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened.

It's just that such a smile didn't last long, and a strong hatred appeared in her eyes, and the killing intent was full in her eyes.

She picked up the wooden comb and held it tightly in her hand.

Her heart was full of hatred, so that she didn't even know that the wooden comb had pierced her palm, and she clenched her teeth tightly in annoyance.

The blood flowed out little by little, along the palm, along the palm, condensed on the edge of the palm, and finally condensed into drops of water and dripped down.

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door, and the old lady replied without answering, "Come in."

Her tone was very soft and her voice was very old, but the majesty in her words was clearly discernible.

The door of the room was slowly pushed open, and a middle-aged woman walked in with a tray.

On top of the tray, there was a bowl, and the bowl contained half a bowl of blood-red liquid.

The middle-aged woman came to her side, knelt down slowly, lifted the tray gently, and raised her hands above her head.

"Master. Please use it." The middle-aged woman said respectfully.

The old lady didn't answer either, she just stretched out her hand, picked up the bowl, stared at the blood-red liquid in the small half of the bowl for a moment, and then drank it up in one gulp.

After drinking, she put the bowl back on the tray, but the kneeling middle-aged woman didn't get up, she still held the tray, and didn't dare to lift her slightly lowered head.

The old grandma turned her head to stare at herself in the mirror, the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

She watched the face change and every part of the body changed without blinking.

The original criss-cross wrinkles on the face gradually tightened, no longer wrinkled, and the supple skin was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dry hands, as if they had absorbed nutrients, also gradually recovered, and the skin of the pale and slender fingers could be broken by blows.

One second in the mirror was still an old face, the next second it became a beautiful and enchanting face, showing youth and beauty, and there were no traces of cruelty left by the years.

Light white and slender fingers caressed her face, and a pair of seductive almond eyes stared at her face.

"These years are the natural enemy of human beings." She said softly, as if she was sighing, and did not need anyone's response.

When you were young, no matter how beautiful your face was, it could not resist the erosion of time.

There are many people who want to be young and beautiful forever, but there are not many people who really do it. Most of them are gradually aging under the torture of the years, and finally become a pile of loess.

The kneeling middle-aged woman didn't respond to her words, but just knelt silently, as if she instantly became a mute who couldn't speak.

"Go down," she said aloud.

The motionless middle-aged woman then moved her body and replied, "Yes."

She held the tray high, stood up with her head down, took two steps back, and raised her head after turning around.

The eyes of the middle-aged woman did not fall on the old lady from the beginning to the end, as if the old lady had changed into a young face, and she was not allowed to offend easily.

The door of the room was closed, and the grandma, who was sitting in front of the dressing table and changed her appearance, stood up energetically, turned and walked towards the wardrobe.

From among the many cheongsams, she picked out a cheongsam that was as red as if it had been dyed with blood, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

More than half an hour later, she came out of the bathroom. The blood-red cheongsam was already on her body, which made her look even more alluring.

She sat in front of the dressing table, began to arrange her hair, and put on makeup slowly.

Looking at the youthful and invincible her in the mirror, the smile on the corner of her mouth showed a hint of bitterness.

She stared closely at herself after makeup, her eyes were full of reconciliation.

In what way is he inferior to that woman?Why did he choose that woman instead of her in the end?

Wearing a red cheongsam, she clenched her teeth and placed the wooden comb on the dressing table viciously.

She stood up abruptly, walked to the dressing table, reached in with her slender white hands, and pressed a mechanism.

The dressing table turned, revealing the wall behind, she waited for a moment, the wall rose slowly, revealing a corridor that could accommodate two people.

She walked in step by step, and then walked down the steps.

Every time she took a step, her footsteps would ring in her ears, especially loud in this confined space.

They were imprisoned here by her. She looked around, a cold chill hit her, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was slightly crazy.

She couldn't even remember how long they had been imprisoned here by her.

Here, she never cared how much time passed.

She only pays attention to the news occasionally, and then tells them the news. Seeing their painful expressions, she feels very comfortable in her heart.

Now, she only has to torture them to gain happiness. Seeing the two of them in pain is her greatest happiness.

She walked down slowly, and she didn't know how many steps she walked, until she finally reached the bottom.

There are candles flickering inside, she doesn't like to use electric lights, she only likes to use candles, watching the flickering of candles, her mood will be silently excited.

Her lips were bright red, as if smeared with blood, and her blood-colored cheongsam complemented each other, and her lips were so red that it seemed that blood could be pinched.

There are many small rooms here. She raised her head and walked step by step until she stopped in front of a room door.

(End of this chapter)