On her arms, there were countless tiny red dots, some were black, some were red, some were still white, and they looked so beautiful and miserable.
Mu bingyue looks surprised: "these pinholes are..."
Mu shujiao's face was cold, it seemed that she had been numb to these things. She shook her head slightly, and her expression was bitterness: "nothing. Lin's wound in my body is just."
Looking at her this appearance, mu bingyue can't help sighing.
"Such people Killing others and making him die happily is just to free him. What we have to do It is to destroy everything he has and care about, so that he can't live or die Mu shujiao word by word, eyes, full of strong hatred and indignation.
With mu shujiao's hatred, she believed that she could not believe in filial piety and let their father go!
Her words, let mu bingyue smile: "Oh? What do you want? "
Mu shujiao snorted: "he is our biological father, if you kill him, it is not a bad reputation."
"But In addition to Lin's family, our real enemy is mu Silang, our biological father. If he had not taken a fancy to Lin's family background, if he had not been heartless, how could our mother have met with Lin's vicious hand. " Mu bingyue's eyes hate more, as if with mu shujiao have a feeling of common hatred.
Her mother was poisoned by the Lin family?
With that, a wry smile spread out on his face.
Mu bingyue was stunned: "we are in the same boat."
"If you don't believe it Then I tell you, I found out that the death of my biological mother was not an accident, but a poisonous hand of Lin. do you trust me with such hatred? " Her voice is still very cold, a beautiful face full of hate.
Any one person, should not trust or take refuge in this kind of person who inflicts such violence on himself!
When she said these words, her voice trembled. She then looked at Xiangmu bingyue: "is this evidence enough to make you believe me?"
"From childhood to adulthood, as long as Lin didn't go well or I did something wrong, she would punish me in this way, and she would not allow me to cry and let me bite a towel. Such a wound is painful and not easy to heal, but no one can see it..."
She was a little surprised, and her heart was even more surprised. For a moment, she didn't know how to answer mu shujiao.
Such mu shujiao, perhaps do not want to win her sympathy?
Mu bingyue is a little surprised.
Her voice with hate, but not too much compassion and suffering, as if just with mu bingyue state a simple fact.
Mu shujiao then rolled out another arm: "there are, on the body, on the legs, all are!"
As a master of medicine, mu bingyue has seen countless wounds in her previous life and this life, but it is the first time to see such a painful wound.
It seems that her hatred of muslang is just afraid of surpassing herself.
After all, is she mu bingyue's own, hatred is not so strong, but mu shujiao is different, suffering from torture all the year round, but her biological father is cold and indifferent to her, her hatred, I'm afraid, has gone deep into the bone marrow!
"It seems that I don't believe you. It doesn't seem to work Mu bingyue road.