Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Xiao Wan didn't know why, "Yes, brother, do you know him?"

As a creditor, of course he has already investigated all the eighteen generations of Wanpeng's family.

But he didn't expect that Shen Xiujin actually knew such a small role.

"Ah……"

Shen Xiu flicked the ashes from his cigarette and slightly curled his lips, his sly smile made people panic.

Talking about liking him and worrying about him, it turns out that the plan is here...

Do you think that by climbing up to him, you can get rid of the [-] million debt?

The red rope on the cold white wrist bones looked like blood.

He suddenly wanted to grab that daring little thing, slit his throat, and drain the blood...

Shen Xiujin stood up quickly and put out the burning cigarette butt on the table.

The fine sandalwood will instantly produce a black mark.

He stepped out with his long legs and said expressionlessly: "Give him a day, and he will bury the whole family named Su for me without paying the money!"

The door was slammed loudly.

"..."

Xiao Wan rubbed his ears and grabbed the younger brother next to him uncertainly, "Just now, my brother Shen said, whose whole family was buried?"

……

The black Maybach drove out of the underground garage and drove all the way to the Peninsula Villa where Shen Xiujin lived.

The air pressure inside the car is so low that it can freeze someone to death.

While driving, Tang Yi carefully peered at his second master's face through the rearview mirror.

……very scary.

Tang Yi swallowed his saliva and considered whether he should say a few good words for Su Qiao. After all, he had been protected by Su Qiao's amulet...

"Second Master..."

As soon as Tang Yi opened his mouth, a large truck rushed out of the corner ahead of them and hit them hard!

The dazzling car lights flashed across Shen Xiujin's pale and handsome face.

At this time, the car was driving on a winding mountain road, with cliffs on one side and cliffs on the other. There was no way to avoid it...

Tang Yi suddenly turned his head and threw himself into the back seat, shouting: "Second Master, be careful!!"

……

The next morning.

"call……"

Su Qiao suddenly sat up from the sofa.

Her back was soaked with cold sweat.

It was as if a piece of her heart had been dug out, and the cold wind poured in through the gap. Ice and snow were raging inside her body... Her whole body was trembling.

She looked down at the palm of her right hand. The broken palm lines were like scribbles on a drawing paper.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden blood line appeared out of thin air, crossing the entire palm, and blood poured out instantly.

It seems that the red rope she gave Shen Xiujin came in handy...

That red rope was filled with her heart's blood, fed by her spiritual consciousness, connected to her... and could prevent death.

But if you block the calamity of death, you will be punished by God.

Ordinary mystical masters will have to lose thirty years of their life. No matter how weak they are, they will sacrifice their lives for their lives...

As the youngest and strongest mystic master in a century, Su Qiao could not hurt his roots, but only lost his vitality and suffered some physical pain.

But the pain really hurts...

Su Qian came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of noodles and was shocked when she saw Su Qiao's right hand bleeding profusely.

"Xiao Qiao, how did you do this?! You press the wound!"

As she spoke, Su Qian anxiously rummaged through her bag to find the gauze she had left behind at the hospital yesterday. When she turned around, she saw that Su Qiao had taken out a yellow cloth with strange patterns from her bag and wrapped it around the bleeding wound. .

The bleeding stopped instantly.

Su Qiao raised her head and smiled reassuringly at Su Qian: "Don't worry, the minor injury has been bandaged."

But there was no smile in her eyes.

She had only been away from Shen Xiujin for one night, and she almost died... Apparently there were dangers around him, and she had to go back quickly!

Su Qian had seen Su Qiao's appetite last night, so she cooked a big pot of noodles.

Su Qiao was not polite and ate three bowls in one go.

Su Qian's cell phone on the table opposite her rang, and the caller ID was her mother-in-law Liu Guifang's number.

Su Qian stretched out her hand to pick it up, but heard Su Qiao stop her: "Sister, don't pick it up."

"What if she comes to me in an emergency?" Su Qian has always been kind and always considers others more than herself. She didn't listen to Su Qiao and answered the call anyway.

But what came over there was not Liu Guifang's voice.

"Ms. Su, this is a hospital. Your mother-in-law Liu Guifang broke her head and was sent to the hospital. Her son cannot be contacted. Please come over as soon as possible."

Su Qian's face changed slightly and she stood up quickly: "Okay, I'll come now!"

She hung up the phone and said apologetically to Su Qiao: "Xiao Qiao, I have to go to the hospital. Please take Jiajia to school. Starlight Bilingual Noble Primary School, I will give you the money to take a taxi."

As she said that, Su Qian took out a hundred yuan from her bag and put it on the table, and hurried out without waiting for Su Qiao to say anything.

Su Qiao looked at her back, feeling a little helpless.

When Su's mother suffered from severe depression after giving birth, Su's father hired a nurse to take care of her, but he was busy with work and rarely at home.

The indifferent family atmosphere, coupled with the sister who had witnessed her father's cruel abandonment... all left a shadow on Su Qian.

She was cautious and had known how to read her parents' faces since she was a child, and tried her best to please them...so much so that as an adult, this low-profile and humble way of trying to please them had become deeply rooted in her bones.

It is precisely because of this that that trash Wan Peng has been keeping her in check for so many years...

Su Qiao slightly narrowed her fox eyes.

She felt that Su Qian who stayed at home was more pitiable than herself who was abandoned...

Su Qian rushed downstairs in a hurry.

After just a few steps, there was a sudden muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground behind him.

There was a sound of ‘bang——’.

Before she could turn around, she saw the horrified faces of the people around her, and someone screamed: "Aunt Tang jumped off the building!!"

She didn't dare to look back, but she saw thick blood slowly seeping to her feet.

‘For the sake of your yintang turning yellow and your face being black and blue, you won’t survive tomorrow. Kneel down and kowtow to my sister to apologize, and I won’t argue with you anymore...'

What Su Qiao said last night came true!

From Huang Shen to Aunt Tang...she was right.

How could this be good luck?

Su Qian slowly turned around in disbelief and looked upstairs, just in time to see Su Qiao's figure on the balcony.

She stood there quietly and alone. Her already slender figure was as thin as a piece of paper against the background of her black clothes, but her small face was so pale that it seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

She was enveloped in an unspeakable sense of loneliness, and was out of tune with the world around her.

Su Qian suddenly felt a sore nose.

How did she survive all these years alone?

How did it... become like this?