"You, who are so perfect, must be combined with the strongest man in order to give birth to an even better next generation. If this continues, we 'Jetsu' will become stronger and stronger until we dominate the entire world!"
"Dad, you are crazy." Su Wanqing handed over the wine glass, "Drink some wine to clear your mind."
"I'm not crazy." Even so, the lord still took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. "Sauzhi, I couldn't let you grow up in Jue, which makes me feel guilty for you."
Su Wanqing sneered, this old man is really not sober.
"Huang is a very good man, and I am very optimistic about him. The two of you can work together to develop "Jue" and dominate the entire Asian underworld, and even the entire world!"
Su Wanqing looked at this octogenarian who was suffering from a serious illness and said quietly: "I know a place. As long as you go there, you can overlook the world and the whole world is right in front of you."
"Where?" The lord's face changed, and his eyes covered with white hood showed a look of yearning.
The corners of Su Wanqing's lips curled up slightly, a strange look appeared on her black pupils that were much larger than ordinary people, and she said slowly: "Heaven."
With that said, the flowing light was unsheathed and inserted into the lord's heart.
Blood spurted out, and the Lord's eyes widened in disbelief, and he only uttered one word: "You——"
Su Wanqing smiled slightly, with strange black eyes, and said: "However, people like you, father, cannot enter heaven. You can only be tortured in hell, looking up to those who you have wronged, and repenting forever.
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With a strong stir with his hand, the lord's heart was completely broken. His eyes widened and blood flowed all over the floor. He refused to rest in peace.
Su Wanqing sneered, suddenly pulled out the streamer, and another large stream of blood spattered out.
And from beginning to end, there was not a drop of it on her body.
Dirty blood dripped along the shining and sharp blade, and Su Wanqing's glazed black eyes were covered with a faint twilight mist.
She committed patricide.
sinner.
A hot tear slid down her cheek, and she reached out her hand to catch the tear.
She laughed, laughed miserably.
How could someone like her still cry?
Su Wanqing did not move or leave the house. She kept sitting next to the body, drinking one cup after another.
She kept drinking and crying. She cried silently.
It was as if the wine didn't enter his stomach at all, but turned directly into tears and flowed out.
If not, then why do these tears burn like wine?
When she was in City
But now, after a few twists and turns, she has transformed from a weak little girl into a murderer with blood-stained hands, and even killed her biological father with her own hands!
People like her, perhaps, should not exist in this world at all.
Her birth was an original sin.
With tears in her eyes, Su Wanqing felt someone walking into the room. The short, dark green figure was none other than Mo Zhu.
She smiled, feeling relieved.
"Come and kill me to avenge your wife."
Mo Zhu looked at the lord who was covered in blood and had his heart pierced with fear, and then looked at the girl with a harmless smile on her face.
She held the blood-stained dagger and smiled so purely, her black eyes filled with deathly silence, her face full of tears, and her eyes filled with begging.