PNB Chapter 113 Although she was in the Mad Sect, she was not mad at all.
Chapter 113 Although she was in the Mad Sect, she was not mad at all.
Sang Ling sighed.
At this moment, I can't help but admire my own strong will.
Although she was in the madness clinic, she was not mad at all.
Sang Ling's probing question successfully silenced Lin Yan, as he couldn't come up with a rebuttal even after thinking for a long time.
"Cough cough cough... That being said, didn't you notice what's most off?" Lin Yan said meaningfully again, not giving up.
Sang Ling looked him up and down. "You?"
Lin Yan, who had brought this upon himself, was speechless.
You deserve to have a bounty on your head. With your brain and mouth, who else would we kill but you?
Lin Yan turned to leave without a word.
Sang Ling pouted, put on her sunglasses, and prepared to continue sunbathing.
Suddenly something rolled out of her pocket, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and landed at Lin Yan's feet.
Sang Ling's back stiffened slightly; it was too late to pick it up.
Lin Yan lowered his head and looked down, his pupils dilating in shock when he saw what it was.
He picked up the patched little ball from the ground and examined it closely. The more he looked, the uglier his expression became, and finally he managed to laugh in exasperation.
Aside from the ugly patch, this ball looks exactly the same as the deadly ball that injured him before.
He initially thought it belonged to the police, but who knew...
Lin Yan smiled coldly, turned his head to look at the little girl on the recliner, and asked in a low voice with a hint of danger, "Is this ball yours?"
Sang Ling tilted her head, pulled down her sunglasses, glanced at herself, and said casually, "No."
They denied it without hesitation.
"But it looks like it fell off you." Lin Yan stared at her with a half-smile.
“You’ve misunderstood,” Sang Ling said calmly.
"It's really not yours?"
"No."
The other party answered decisively. Lin Yan frowned slightly, not missing a single expression on her face, and stared at her for a while before looking away.
"Since it's not my sister's, then I'll take it," Lin Yan said tentatively with a smile.
Sang Ling glanced at it indifferently, then leisurely lay down to continue taking calcium supplements.
Lin Yan glanced at her uncertainly several times before turning away, so much so that she didn't see the fist that someone was secretly clenching.
Her ball!
The kidnapped little ball: Master, the ball will come back~
Lin Yan carried the ball upstairs with a mischievous smile on his lips. As he climbed the stairs, he suddenly noticed a gaze fixed on him.
He stopped smiling and looked up.
Seeing Qu Mian standing like a ghost at the entrance of the building, he scoffed and slowly went upstairs, brushing past her.
Their eyes met, and an eerie atmosphere flashed by.
Lin Yan withdrew his gaze, the corners of his upturned lips drooped, and his captivating peach blossom eyes now held a layer of icy coldness.
His expression was gloomy.
Suddenly, he smiled, with a hint of schadenfreude and a sense of watching a show.
My poor sister, she's being targeted again.
Unaware of anything, Sang Ling was still sunbathing under a parasol, and despite spending the whole afternoon in the sun, she didn't get a single tan.
That evening, Song Chuyi, who had disappeared for several days, finally returned.
When I noticed there was an extra person at the table during dinner, I assumed it was Sang Rou's friend and didn't pay much attention, only noticing that the person seemed a bit strange and gloomy.
It wasn't until her mother introduced her that she realized this was their quadruplet sister whom they had never met before.
She was dumbfounded.
"Sister?" Song Chuyi looked at Sang's mother in shock.
"Oh, it's your little sister~" The naive and sweet Sang's mother smiled kindly.
Song Chuyi turned to look at Sang Ling again, asking incredulously, "Quadruplets?"
"Hmm~" Sang Ling, the little darling, held her bowl and chopsticks, her cheeks bulging from eating, her eyes clear and innocent.
Song Chuyi glanced at the little girl beside her who was engrossed in eating, then at the gloomy girl and the smiling tiger-like young man opposite her.
Finally, let's take a look at the parents who don't seem to have any problems.
This is the first time I've laughed at something so absurd.
As soon as dinner was over, Song Chuyi pulled Sang Ling aside to a corner and whispered about crickets.
"What's going on with the quadruplets?" Song Chuyi asked anxiously.
“They also do paternity tests,” Sang Ling said with a smile.
Song Chuyi, the first person to come to my door with a paternity test result: I suspect you're targeting me.
Song Chuyi gritted her teeth and whispered with exasperation, "Forget about the paternity test. Does she even look like you?"
Sang Ling looked at her silently, then slowly opened her lips.
To deliver a fatal blow.
"Because my younger sister looks like her grandmother."
Song Chuyi was hit again, and almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.
What familiar words.
The knife he threw out days ago has finally pierced his own body.
Knowing that she couldn't get rid of her younger sister, Song Chuyi covered her head and staggered away.
I thought going home would be a time to rest, but it turned out to be overtime work.
_(′?`」∠)_
Difficult, too difficult.
After playing with crickets with Song Chuyi, Sang Ling saw Fugui chirping at Qu Mian, and even the beauty was showing her sharp claws, making gurgling sounds in her throat.
Qu Mian took a step back, looking frightened.
I accidentally bumped into Sang Ling.
Sang Ling reached out to help her up, then turned to the two children and said, "Sit down."
The two little ones reluctantly retracted their claws, sat obediently, and stared intently at Qu Mian.
Qu Mian stood still, looking terrified.
Sang Ling gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, they are all good cats and dogs, they only bite bad people."
Upon hearing this, Qu Mian's expression shifted slightly. She looked up at Sang Ling with a complicated expression.
Sang Ling smiled kindly: (*￣︶￣)
Qu Mian left, and Sang Ling gave the two little ones a few words of advice before slowly going upstairs.
It's getting dark; it's time to go see Jiaojiao.
After dawdling in the room for a while, he climbed over the wall to the next room as usual, and pounced on Fu Jiaojiao as soon as he saw her.
Fu Zhirang felt a blur before his eyes, and a soft little bundle of joy rushed into his arms, its fluffy little head rubbing against him.
He picked up the little girl and placed her on his lap, gently stroking her head with a smile in his eyes.
The atmosphere remained warm and sweet as always, until Sang Ling looked up.
Fu Zhirang's smile froze on his lips. He paused for two seconds, then cupped her face in his hands and looked at her carefully.
His expression became flustered.
"Baby, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Fu Zhirang asked, cupping the little girl's face in his hands, his voice trembling slightly.
"No." Sang Ling tilted her head and blinked her clear, big eyes.
Fu Zhirang's gaze was fixed on her face. He opened his mouth, his eyes trembling slightly, "But you don't look too well."
Sang Ling looked puzzled.
Fu Zhirang brought over a mirror, and she glanced at herself in it.
You won't believe it until you see it, and once you do, you'll be amazed.
On her fair, jade-like face, two fist-sized black marks were imprinted on her eyes.
It's roughly like this →(●.●)
Sang Youyou has now completely transformed into Sang Maomao.