"Sang Ling, if you know what's going on, just be at ease. When you get there, you can have a good life."
The van was bumpy and bumpy, the white man in the front seat spoke Chinese as poorly as a carrot, and the black man next to him was whistling and laughing.
Sang Ling slowly opened her eyes in the back seat, her hands and feet were numb from being tied with nylon ropes, and the sweet smell of milk still lingered on the back of her neck, which her mother had handed over to her before leaving the house.
Her biological mother said she would take her and her brother to move to the city to live a better life, but then sold them to northern Myanmar.
My younger brother's kidney source is worthy of a big shot, so I want to take him for kidney removal.
She is beautiful, and she will be used for people to play with first, and then her organs will be cut off and fed to dogs when she is old.
The white man leaned forward and thrust his dirty hands directly into her face.
Sang Ling suddenly laughed out loud.
The next second, blue-purple lightning exploded from her palm with a "stab" sound, and the rope that bound her hands instantly burned to black ash.
She raised her hand and grasped the white man's wrist, and the electric current shot through the man's body.
"OMG, you scared me." San Ling raised his eyebrows, and the lightning on his fingertips sizzled, "Are you worthy of touching me?"
The car windows rattled due to the wind. She looked at the two scared foreigners in the front seat and sneered in her heart.
The thunder that struck her to death in Wumoshan was reborn with her.
In this life, what the bad guy owed her, she had to get it back with interest!
