Chapter 182

The man walked slowly towards her, squatted down, trimmed her messy hair, wiped away her tears, and his voice was gentle, "look at my little poor, how sad I am!"

"Jane, Jane Lixin? You... Why did you come to my house?"

Jane Lixin looked at her tenderly and said slowly, "I saw the report and knew you must be very sad, so I came to see you."

Xia Ruoling burst into tears when she heard the speech, "now, only you are good to me, everyone is scolding me, and everyone wants me to die. Only you..."

She said and rushed at Jane Lixin, but she threw herself into the air.

Xia Ruoling looked back in surprise and saw a pocket watch hanging from his eyes.

Jane Lixin's voice came into her ears with elegance and tenderness, "I saw the reports on the Internet, but I still feel that my little prey means are too soft and weak... Since it's my enemy, how can I let it go so easily?"

"But it doesn't matter. After all, it hasn't been adjusted. It's normal to have a little defect."

"As a gift to welcome my little prey into my collection room, I... Try my best and do it myself!"

Xia Ruoling clearly heard these words, and her heart sank straight.

A creepy feeling came to my mind.

Not just because of what Jane Lixin said.

More because of his voice.

His voice changed completely after his pocket watch dropped.

Become strange and distant, but inexplicably familiar, as if I had just heard it not long ago.

Tan... Tan Mingliang!

As like as two peas, Tan Mingliang's voice is exactly the same.

But how?!

Isn't Tan Mingliang dead?!

Xia Ruoling was frightened and tried desperately to scratch his hand on the carpet to wake up.

However, the consciousness of the brain is becoming more and more chaotic.

The curse downstairs, the boycott outside, and the man's low and soft voice are all getting farther and farther away.

There was only a clatter of seconds left.

She thought she had scratched with all her strength, but her fingers only moved slightly.

Finally, Xia Ruoling's eyes completely lost focus.

Hands fall down naturally, just like a puppet.

Jane Lixin's face showed a satisfied expression, "very good, that's good!"

He snapped his fingers at random.

Xia Ruoling's godless eyes lit up.

The man's voice is like a devil's whisper, which turns into a command into her chaotic brain.

Let her expression suddenly become violent and ferocious.

……

Downstairs living room.

Old lady Xia is still swearing and scolding. She keeps drinking and scolding mom Zhang to do things quickly.

Zhang Ma, who has always obeyed her, today completely slackened her work and muttered that she was too lazy to work.

Old lady Xia angrily took up her crutch and hit her, "it's against the sky! Let you cook. Do you hear me? What are you doing standing there? Do you want to starve me?!"

Although the Xia family is about to go bankrupt, the old lady Xia is still standing.

Zhang's mother had no choice but to go to the kitchen to deal with the ingredients. While dealing with them, she scolded, "eat, what to eat? They're going bankrupt. I don't know if they can pay us!"

Thinking that he was still angry, he spit two mouthfuls of water into the pot.

As a result, as soon as I vomited, I turned my head and saw a man standing at the kitchen door like a ghost.

Zhang's mother screamed and almost threw out the shovel and pot in her hand.

When she saw that the visitor was Xia Ruoling, she was relieved.

"Young lady, what the hell are you doing? Standing at the kitchen door without saying a word, trying to scare people to death? Don't you think it's not enough for you to harm the Xia family now? Go, go, don't block my way!"

As she spoke, Zhang's mother reached out in disgust to drive Xia Ruoling away. There was no flattery and flattery on her face.

Who knows, Xia Ruoling didn't seem to hear her at all. She pushed her aside and walked into the kitchen.

Then he picked up a kitchen knife from the chopping board.

The stainless steel kitchen knife flashed a silver cold light, which made Zhang Ma's heart hair.

Mrs. Zhang swallowed, "Miss, what are you doing with a knife? You want to eat... You tell me, I'll make it for you..."

Mother Zhang's voice suddenly stopped.

Her eyes protruded in horror and watched Xia Ruoling cut her with a knife.

"Ah, ah, ah --!"

……

The old lady Xia in the living room outside was constantly cursing, but the doorbell suddenly rang.

Soon, Xia Jingfeng's family of four hurried in from the outside.

At this time, it was completely dark and the protesters outside had gone.

But the outside of Xia's house was still a mess. Several people stepped on the garbage with their feet, and their faces were disgusted.

Old lady Xia doesn't like anyone now. As soon as she sees them, she immediately scolds, "what are you doing here?"

"Aunt!" Xia Jingfeng and Xia Tiancheng came to old lady Xia and said excitedly, "I heard that the Xia family is going bankrupt, and Jingshan still owes a lot of money. Is it true? We can make it clear that Tiancheng and I also have a share in the ancestral property of the Xia family, so we can't let Jingshan pay off the debt!"

Xia Cheng hurriedly said, "yes, and this is clearly caused by Xia Ruoling provoking the ninth master. We are completely innocent and involved! If Xia Ruoling still knows guilt, he will transfer some assets to our name before bankruptcy liquidation..."

Old lady Xia trembled with anger and was about to scold.

Suddenly there was a scream in the kitchen.

Then, a figure covered with blood stumbled out of it.

"Crazy, crazy... The eldest lady is crazy, she... She killed Zhang ma... Now she wants to kill me, ah!!!!"

The next moment, Xia Ruoling rushed out with a kitchen knife twisted in her face, and it was a knife to the shouting maid.

Blood splashed everywhere.

Everyone in the living room was stunned by the scene.

Old lady Xia trembled her lips and screamed, "ah, ah, kill! Kill!"

Xia Ruoling's bloody face showed a crazy smile, "you all deserve to die! Xia Shengge, you bitch, die! Die! Die! Ha ha ha..."

"Ah, run, run!"

"Door, why can't the door open!!"

"Grab the knife from her hand!"

"My hand, why can't my hand be raised?"

"What's hitting me?!"

"Ah, don't kill me... Don't kill me!! help!"

The night is as cold as water, filled with blood.

On the railing on the third floor, a figure bent slightly, enjoying the tragedy downstairs, made a performance with both hands, and the smile on his face was elegant and intoxicated.

Whenever you see such a scene, it is an enjoyment!