She hated Lin Qingran's intact beauty. In her two lifetimes, she hated Lin Qingran's unparalleled elegance. Otherwise, she would not have ruined her face before Lin Qingran died in her previous life.
So at this moment, Lin Qingran's beauty was as beautiful as a flower, which had completely stimulated her rationality.
Lin Qingran calmly looked at Lin Qingxi who was indistinguishable from humans to ghosts, and said in a calm tone: "Scratch my face? Make my life worse than death? Tsk, tsk, you said that you mother and daughter have no other abilities, just talk in vain.
His ability to tell lies is just as powerful."
He gave Lin Qingxing a look, dragged Lin Qingxing in front of him, then motioned to Zhiqin to point the bronze mirror at Lin Qingxing's grimace, stretched out his white and delicate fingers, held Lin Qingxing's chin, and smiled.
He said sarcastically: "Look carefully, whose face is ruined and whose life is worse than death. Lin Qingxi, if I were you, living with such a face that is neither human nor ghost, I might as well hit you head on."
Forget it if you die, you can save yourself from wasting food while living."
Lin Qingxi only glanced at the miserable face in the bronze mirror, quickly closed her eyes, struggled violently, and shook her head: "That's not me, that's not me...Lin Qingran, you bitch, you have to die..."
You snake-hearted bitch...you will not die well..."
Lin Qingran looked at Lin Qingxi who was almost collapsed, looked at her miserable face, and looked at her cowardly closing her eyes. She felt very happy and comfortable in her heart.
This kind of happiness and comfort has been following her recently, and the purpose of her coming here today is to bring this happiness and comfort to the extreme. She blew a breath into Lin Qingxi's face, her attitude was wanton and public: "
My dear fourth sister, why are you so excited? Today, my second sister has worked hard to prepare a gift for you." Then, he said to the girls holding bronze mirrors: "You haven't given the gift to me yet.
Fourth Miss, put it away."
All the girls responded "Yes" and immediately put down the bronze mirrors in their hands.
Lin Qingran's smile became more gentle and warm: "My dear fourth sister, you used to like to look at yourself in the mirror the most. I heard that you smashed the mirror in the room. How can that be done? There is no mirror in the boudoir of my daughter's house, so it's okay.
What boudoir? So, Second Sister, I have prepared a lot of mirrors for you and piled them up everywhere in the room to ensure that Fourth Sister can see her own figure at any time." She pointed at the bronze mirrors placed in every corner and smiled.
Said: "I specially asked people to prepare these to ensure that they will not be smashed or broken. And fourth sister, you can look behind the mirror, but the images I drew myself and were embedded in the bronze mirror are not
So that when you, Fourth Sister, look at yourself in the mirror and feel sorry for yourself, you can trace your past appearance."
Lin Qingxian opened her eyes and looked, and she saw a picture of a beauty flapping butterflies behind the bronze mirror. Under the bright spring light, the garden was full of flowers and colorful butterflies fluttering, and she saw a beauty holding a fan in her hand.
She has a beautiful face, high spirits, slightly tilted body, lively eyebrows, and indescribable beauty. Lin Qingxi can recognize it with just one glance. This butterfly-fluttering beauty is none other than her.
No, it should be said that she was the one who used to be beautiful.
Comparing her appearance in the bronze mirror at this moment, Lin Qingxi felt that her whole body was about to collapse. Her face was as ferocious as a wild beast, howling and howling from her mouth, struggling and twisting desperately, trying to get rid of the ghost-like Lin in front of her.
Lightly dyed and torn into pieces.
She knew why Lin Qingran did this. This evil spirit completely attacked her and defeated her, but she couldn't control herself. When she couldn't tear Lin Qingran to pieces, she could only keep scratching her face.
He kept shaking his head: "This is not my face, this is not...Lin Qingran, give me back my face...little bitch, give me my face back..."