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Chapter 1957 So Strange

Chapter 1957 So strange

"Zheng" a sharp and piercing sound sounded. Ling Xi'er looked at the broken strings under her hand, her face was pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. She coughed, and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

, the scarlet drops fell on her white clothes.

The white robe, red plum blossoms and pale complexion made her look fragile and beautiful, making her involuntarily want people to pity her.

Just the scarlet color at the corner of her mouth gave her a bit of a strangeness. She looked straight at Leng Wuyou with no emotion in her eyes.

Ling Xi'er stood up from the ground, waved her sleeves and a puff of smoke rose up. When the smoke dissipated, she had disappeared.

The only thing left on the ground was the broken string of the piano and a few drops of blood on the piano, revealing a bit of sorrow.

"Sister Lingxi..."

Ling Ke'er opened her mouth, biting her lower lip lightly with her white and tender teeth, and there was a bit of sadness in her eyes.

"You control me."

Ling Xi'er dragged her weak body and leaned against the table next to her. The blood in her mouth fell on the clothes in front of her. She looked at the person in front of her with a bit of disappointment. In her voice,

With trembling and disbelief.

"I am your sister, my biological sister!"

In the dark basement of Tiancheng Ling's house, the remaining candle on the wall was struggling desperately to illuminate the small space in front of him.

The dim yellow light hit Ling Xi'er's face and fell into her pupils, making her originally dark pupils seem to alternate colors for a moment.

In the dark corner, a figure slowly moved out. His face was pale at the moment, and his white clothes were stained with blood. His eyes were slightly raised, and there was a bit of coldness in them.

"Yes, you are my sister, so what's wrong with me controlling you? You are my sister, and a sister should serve me, right?"

"Ling Keqian!"

Ling Xi'er was very angry, with anger in her beautiful eyes.

But Ling Kejian turned a blind eye to Ling Xi'er's anger.

He dragged his weak steps and slowly approached Ling Xi'er, but his gentle eyes were filled with coldness at the moment.

"Sister, if you say I don't control you in that situation, what will you do? Will you really remain indifferent, or will you watch the family members die, and your father die, and then go completely crazy."

Ling Keyang's words made Ling Xi'er somewhat silent. Indeed, she didn't know what she would be like in that state, and the result would not be good.

But no matter what it is, it's her emotion, and she can accept it, but what she doesn't accept is being controlled by others.

She had always been dissatisfied with her father because Ling Tiancheng wanted to control her, and she always faced him with a silent expression. But now that her father was gone, she never thought that there was still someone controlling her.

And the one who controls her is this brother, whom she has never seen through.

She stared blankly at the brother in front of her who looked so familiar, but whose eyes gave her a strange feeling, and her heart sank involuntarily.

In his mind, a picture flashed through his mind.

The three-year-old boy followed a little girl in a hurry, with tears and snot running down his face.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu sister, wait for me."

The little guy's face was chubby and round, and he looked very easy to pinch. The little girl walking in front turned around and looked like she was seven or eight years old. She had two double buns on her head, and her fair little face showed a trace of

Funny look.

There were words of disgust in his mouth.

"You little crybaby, are you a man? Men can't cry. It's embarrassing and embarrassing for you to cry like this."

Although she said hurtful words, she slowly raised her steps, walked over to the little guy, and pulled the little guy up.

"After my sister takes you, you won't be unable to keep up with her."

When the scene changed, an eight-year-old boy was so naughty that he was stung by hornets' nests on the tree while lying on the tree. He was punished by his father and had to kneel in the ancestral hall.

At night, a girl dressed in white walked in. Her arms were bulging and she obviously had something with her.
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