(I'm sorry that I've been busy looking for a job recently and haven't had time to update, but I will continue to update soon, and the outline is finished! Take a bow!) I hope the little angels who read this article will be happy every day!
Before her rebirth, Qin Xi was the eldest lady of the Qin Shi Group. She was not a demon, well-educated, and extremely beautiful. However, despite her beauty, she was a boring and dull beauty.
Who would have thought that this poor little man would be framed and taken advantage of by his relatives, and his reputation would be ruined, and he would even lose his life in the end!
After her rebirth, Qin Xi changed her style and persona. She no longer wanted to be a good girl in the eyes of everyone. She adhered to the belief of living one more day and be happy, and relied on her immense strength to abuse and chatter with ease! The little wolfdog he accidentally rescued stared at him eagerly, and the bamboo horse also stepped in! Every day is a Shura field, but Qin Xi feels that life can be so happy!
Fragment: Qin Xi didn't know when she was sitting on the wall, watching these people with black eyes without any warmth. The long black hair blends perfectly with the night.
Everyone was shocked and surprised. The scene was quiet for a few seconds and the atmosphere was a bit strange. They seemed to be confirming whether Qin Xi was a human or a ghost. Everyone stared at her little arms and legs and wondered how she had such strength. The bricks she threw were like bullets! ++++ "You bitch! I don't know what's wrong with letting you go. Just wait for me!"
"Bang"! A brick hit their feet at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and dust suddenly flew up. When they looked down, their legs and feet were shaking unconsciously. The brick on the ground had been smashed to pieces, and there was still a big hole.
What the hell can Brick do? ! If this hit him on the head, would he still be alive?
Qin Xi looked at the confused expressions of these people with a smile, and slowly raised the brick:
"My hand slipped a little, I must aim next time."
Purpose: Who says the established destiny cannot be changed? My destiny is up to me and I have no choice but to live a wonderful life!