Quickly wear the little Mengpo, the sadistic script was made into soup by me

Chapter 1 The Tragic Death of the Bride in Red (1)

"Hit hard, hit me hard!"

The woman in the brown coarse cloth folded her hands on her chest, her sharp and harsh voice cut through the night.

The middle-aged man raised a whip in his hand, and whipped the woman one by one.

Immediately, the sound of a man whipping hard and a woman sighing and enduring pain came from the room.

This is a side room, with festive red ribbons hanging on the pillars in the room.

The bed and dressing table were all covered in red satin.

The vermilion wax flowed down the dressing table and dripped all over the floor. On the floor in the center of the side room, there was a petite figure who looked like a spring.

The woman was wearing a bright red wedding dress, which was stained with dark red marks one after another.

Her hair was a mess, and several hairpins on the Xiguan had been broken.

The woman was only in her early s and s, her face and body were completely changed, and there was a big and deep cut on her face by something sharp, and blood continued to flow out of the cut.

Xiaogui: [Qiao He, when the Fourth Miss of the Shen family died, it was too miserable. This was completely tortured to death. 】

Meng Qiaohe rested his chin with one hand, and the bell around his neck swayed softly with the movement of nodding.

The girl's voice sounded a bit immature, she clicked her lips and said: [It's quite miserable. 】

Meng Qiaohe is a little Mengpo who has been cooking Mengpo soup with her grandmother for 500 years in the underworld. They are called "ghosts and gods" in the mortal world.

Xiaogui is the spirit charm sent by grandma to follow her.

A few days ago, the messenger of the underworld sent them a wandering soul covered in red and with a face like ashes.

The woman refused to drink the Meng Po soup, and Qiao He saw deep resentment in her.

Wandering souls who died unjustly, tragically, in vain, and died unexpectedly, will all carry strong resentment on them.

The woman in red is named Shen Mingyue, a concubine of the Shen family.

It won't be long before she hangs up.

Grandma asked her to come to the world, put on Shen Mingyue's body, change her life, and give her a better life.

Once the task is completed, her merit will be multiplied a hundred times, which is much more cost-effective than boiling medicine a hundred times in exchange for ten years of merit.

At this moment, Meng Qiaohe looked around the room. Besides Shen Mingyue, the Fourth Miss of the Shen family who was lying on the ground dying, there were four other people, a young servant with a riding whip, an old slave in plain clothes, and a Sitting on the chair, there was a woman wearing a dark red embroidered cloud-woven brocade dress, and a woman standing beside the woman, wearing a bluish-yellow wide-sleeved fairy dress, who was slightly older than Shen Mingyue.

"Say, how did you seduce the young master?"

Gao Linxia, ​​an old slave in plain clothes, stared at the woman lying on the ground with a sharp voice.

Shen Mingyue forcibly raised her head, the corners of her mouth were chapped and bleeding, her face was crying and laughing helplessly, she shook her head angrily and said: "I, Brother Jing Xian and I are in love, why, why come to seduce me."

As soon as Shen Mingyue said these words, the woman sitting on the chair showed a sneer, and the woman standing beside her laughed incomparably disgusted.

The woman smiled, withdrew her smile, stood up, and the woman standing beside her hurriedly held her hand.

The voice was clear and clear: "Mother, let me help you pass."

The woman smiled lovingly at the woman, and then patted her hand.

The woman walked in front of Shen Mingyue with steady steps, narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the inarticulate person lying on the ground, snorted coldly, then raised her foot, and stepped on it with the sole of her shoe. woman's face.

Stepped on it hard, rubbing it back and forth before saying: "You have a tight mouth, but you are exactly the same as your short-lived mother."

After the woman finished speaking, she stomped on the woman's face again, and said harshly: "Your method of seduction is the same as that of your mother."

With tears in the corners of Shen Mingyue's eyes, she begged for mercy: "Mother, I, my little lady is dead, please, no, don't slander my little lady."

　This is a newcomer, a cute new author, I hope there will be little fairies who like our little Meng Po.

　　
　
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