Lin Qingran raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you don't believe it, just give it a try and sue however you want! I just happened to go find your son and let Lian Xin Lian Yue feed one of these ten thousand needles into your son's mouth.
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The voice paused slightly for a moment, and she kindly reminded Aunt Hua: "The effect of Ten Thousand Needles will take effect in an hour. Aunt Hua, if you want to file a complaint, you'd better go as soon as possible. If it's too late, I'm afraid you are weak-minded.
, when the time comes, I won’t be able to speak even if I have a mouth, and I won’t be able to write if I have hands, so how can I complain?”
After Lin Qingran finished speaking, she turned around and called Zhiqin and others out to give Aunt Zuhua time to complain.
But the prerequisite is that Aunt Hua can get out of Beiyuan!
"Stop...you...what do you want me to do to spare my children?" Aunt Hua's voice trembled. She was afraid, she was really afraid.
I didn't expect that someone who didn't even dare to trample an ant to death in the past would become so cruel and vicious that even something as sinister as Ten Thousand Needles Pentium could be fed into her mouth by herself.
Aunt Hua firmly believed that Lin Qingran was possessed by some monster after he returned from running away. Otherwise, there would not have been such a big change. Now Lin Qingran is simply a devil.
"It's very simple to let me let go of your precious daughters. As long as you write down how you framed my mother and how you have harmed my mother over the years, we three siblings. I can guarantee that you will never deal with them.
, but if you have anything to hide, I will feed them eight or ten thousand needles, what do you think it will be like?" Lin Qingran stared at Aunt Hua sharply, looking at her expression.
She was defeated little by little: "Aunt Hua, you have to think about it. I remember clearly what you have done to my mother and our three siblings over the years. Aunt Hua, we have been together for so long.
, you know my temper best. I have no other advantages but a good memory. If you miss something..."
A thousand needles galloping like this is worse than death. What would it be like if there were ten or eight needles...
"I...I...write!" Aunt Hua nodded hurriedly. Zhiqin immediately sent the paper and pen she had prepared long ago. Lin Qingran found the only chair in the house and sat down comfortably.
He leaned back, looked at Aunt Hua, and reminded lightly: "Aunt Hua, you have to write well, after all, the life and death of your children will be determined by your writing."
"Well..." Aunt Hua picked up the pen with trembling hands.
"Actually, not to mention these thousands of needles, I have many ways to punish people. I have learned nothing else from Aunt Hua these years. You should know that I have learned one thing for more than ten years, which is to
Stupid people have learned how to do it, not to mention that I am not stupid. So, Aunt Hua, you should believe what I say."
After saying these words, Aunt Hua's body was shaking like a fallen leaf, and she immediately took the time to write.
A cool smile appeared in Lin Qingran's eyes, and she said lightly: "By the way, Aunt Hua had better write down clearly what time and place you want, how you bully my mother and us.
I remember the three siblings clearly, but if you forget it, Aunt Hua, I wouldn’t mind using it on your children to help you remember it again.”
Aunt Hua's writing suddenly trembled, and she didn't know how to start writing for a while, because she bullied Mrs. Lin in those years and did so many things to Lin Qingran's three siblings, so many things that she couldn't even remember them clearly.