Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 112
Looking at Fifth Yao, Yuan Shiyin is very obedient, with a clear attitude.

"That's about it. If you have any questions to ask me, just ask, and I will tell you everything I know."

It wasn't that Yuan Shiyin confessed too easily, but that she knew that she had been deceived.

That woman didn't do what she promised, she was sold by that woman and discarded as an abandoned child!

The only one who can protect her is herself.

So, be frank and lenient, and give yourself some opportunities.

As if thinking of something, Yuan Shiyin added: "By the way, it was Wen Xinyi's idea that Xu Qian was bullied. It's just that the group of people who bullied Xu Qian were the senior management of Huashengtian Entertainment."

This is her, her feet were wet, she didn't forget to grab Wen Xinyi and drag everyone into the pit together.

The truth of the case slowly unfolded following Yuan Shiyin's narration.

The unclear details gradually became clear.

Jiang Zhiyan quickly recorded every word Yuan Shiyin said with his ten fingers, and the hand typing on the keyboard stopped abruptly as Yuan Shiyin's words fell.

It was raining non-stop outside, and the wind from the balcony blew into the living room, making it chilly.

Jiang Zhiyan stared at Yuan Shiyin for a moment, and then asked her: "The person who made you disappear from the fourth game out of thin air, is he the one you mentioned? A man or a woman?"

Facing Jiang Zhiyan's question, Yuan Shiyin replied truthfully: "It was indeed she who transferred me, she is a woman."

Playing with the lighter in his hand, Fifth Yao rested his chin on his hand, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Who is she you are talking about?"

"Her?" Yuan Shiyin had a vague cognition in her mind, and she recalled the details obsessively: "I have never seen what she looks like, she always turns her back to me, I only know that she is a woman, she... ah ..."

Before Yuan Shiyin finished speaking, her scream pierced her eardrums.

Everyone hurriedly looked at her, and saw that she was scratching her neck with both hands, her sharp nails scratched the flesh in an instant, and her slender neck was instantly bloody.

But she didn't seem to feel any pain, and she scratched her neck wildly and uncontrollably with her hands.

Yuan Shiyin looked at Wuyao with dilated pupils, and wanted to free her hands to ask for help, but she couldn't utter a single sound when she opened her mouth.

She knew that it was that woman, that woman was punishing her, preventing her from revealing too much...

Seeing this, Jiang Zhiyan put down the computer and stood up abruptly, "Hold her, don't let her keep scratching, something will happen..."

Jiang Zhiyan's voice sounded like a stone sinking into the ocean, he froze in place, his usually serious and calm face loosened.

"what……"

The heart-piercing wailing and shouting rang out in the living room. Jiang Zhiyan looked at Yuan Shiyin and saw her surrounded by fire.

The fire devoured her, to burn her alive and burn her to ashes.

The burning pain swept through her whole body, Yuan Shiyin jumped up from the sofa, rolling and crying on the ground without any image at all.

As if thinking of something, she struggled to climb towards Fifth Yao.

Seeing that her hand was about to touch Wuyao, a black umbrella stretched out to block her hand, pulling away the physical contact between her and Wuyao.

Wen Tao came uninvited and stood in front of Fifth Yao, protecting her behind her, and said in a chilling voice: "Don't touch her."

Even so, Yuan Shiyin still looked at Wuyao unwillingly, and silently opened her lips with a hoarse voice: Help...me.

She knew that only this person in front of her could save her.

Regarding her plea for help, Fifth Yao nodded slightly, looking at her coldly and charmingly: "It can't be saved."

As Fifth Yao's voice fell, everyone saw that Yuan Shiyin had been completely burned by the raging fire, leaving only a pile of ashes piled up on the carpet alone.

Everything happened so fast that they didn't even realize it. Yuan Shiyin, a living person, was directly burned into a pile of ashes.

Avoiding Wen Tao, Wuyao squatted down, picking up a smear of ashes with her thin white fingers.

As soon as the red lips blew, the ashes flew and scattered.

Getting up slowly, Fifth Yao took the handkerchief from Wen Tao and wiped his hands with a warm voice.

"Frustrated, it's hard enough."

　Good evening na ヽ()!.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)