Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The moment that Song Yaoyao boarded the plane to come here, Zhongli Xue had been right behind her.

Of course, she had come without telling Zhong Li and Huo Ningxi.

Delia frowned. "What's going on? Shaman Yada said she's not Song Yaoyao."

"That's impossible!"

As soon as she said this, a sharp gaze with a cold glint fell on Zhongli Xue. Shaman Yada's voice was like gravel. She fixed her gaze on Song Yaoyao. "I'm very sure that she's not."

After saying this, she grabbed her walking stick and turned around to leave. "She doesn't have what you want."

Shaman Yada repeatedly confirmed it, causing Zhongli Xue to take two steps back dejectedly. The color on her face had faded. She may have been wrong at first glance, but what about the second or third time?

Zhongli Xue did not even dare to look at Delia's expression.

However, from the cold air that seeped out from her side, it could be felt that Delia was very unhappy.

It would be strange if Delia managed to be happy right now.

"Are you lying to me?" She enunciated each word and gritted her teeth. "Is it you or that b*stard?"

Song Yaoyao sat at the side in a composed manner. She did not have the slightest fear of being kidnapped. She calmly looked at the installations in the church as though she was a guest.

Hmmm, it was too gloomy. In comparison, Noah's church looked more proper.

Yet, not too proper...

After all, under the statue of Jesus, someone had died.

Zhongli Xue could not speak for a long time and could only shake her head. "No, how would I dare to lie to you? She is really Song Yaoyao, the person that Song Jingwan mentioned. I can also tell you 100% that it is indeed her!"

Seeing that Delia's expression was getting gloomier and gloomier, Zhongli Xue quickly explained, "I've investigated after returning to China. Her luck is indeed very good and everything goes smoothly for her."

She was even known as a lucky little koi fish. Those who wanted to deal with her had already met with bad luck before they could even make a move.

"You want my luck? No way. You guys believe in such things?" Song Yaoyao listened for a long while before she finally could not help but let out a similar sigh. "You don't look like such a stupid person."

After being directly implicated, Delia's face turned ashen.

She suddenly pulled out a silver pistol from her bag and swiftly loaded it. The pitch-black muzzle was aimed at Song Yaoyao's head.

Zhongli Xue looked at her and pursed her lips. In the end, she didn't plead on Song Yaoyao's behalf.

"Looks like you know about it too. Why don't you tell us all about it?"

The cold and hard muzzle hit Song Yaoyao's smooth and full forehead and it instantly turned red. Song Yaoyao whimpered in pain. She lowered her eyes and her gaze was a little cold.

"Speak!"

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"Yes, of course I know. Actually, Song Jingwan is right. She didn't lie to you. It's just that... you're a step too late." Song Yaoyao raised her eyes. Actually, she also found it very funny that these people would actually kidnap her for these mysterious things. The thing you want is indeed gone because I used it to exchange for something."

She did not think so at the time, but her luck did become very bad after a period of time.

After that, everything returned to normal. Other than not having any heaven-defying luck, it did not affect her life at all.

"You're lying!" Zhongli Xue did not believe it at all. "Miss Delia, I suggest that we let Shaman Yada—"

"Enough! Shama Yada was not lying!" She had no reason to do so.

"But she—"

After scheming for so long, she finally found an opportunity, and now she was telling them it was all for nothing?

"Kill her!"

Delia exhaled, pressed her temples, and directly threw the pistol into Zhongli Xue's hand.

Her hand trembled as she took out a cigarette from her bag and lit it up. She couldn't wait to take a deep breath. It was indeed ridiculous to pin her hopes on these sorceries, but she wasn't willing to lose to that weak mother and daughter.

At present, most of the power of the Lancaster Family was firmly in the hands of that woman, but Alice was not dead! She had clearly seen Alice's body being buried in a coffin and buried underground.

Her father, who loved her dearly, had been put under house arrest, and the forces that had been left for her had been disintegrated again and again. That was why she could not wait to exchange her life with Song Yaoyao.

In this world, only a few people would come into contact with that mysterious magic. Shaman Yada was one of them.

The voodoo in Alice's body was cast by Shaman Yada.

Song Yaoyao calmly raised her eyes. Only then did Zhongli Xue realize that her eyes were pure and as clear as glass. She saw her own reflection in those eyes. Song Yaoyao smiled at her. "Miss Zhongli Xue, do you really want to kill me?"

Delia was furious. "Hurry up and do it!"

Zhongli Xue tightened her grip on the pistol. She felt like a clown in Song Yaoyao's eyes. Hatred welled up in her heart. She pulled the trigger...

"Don't blame me. Who asked my brother to like you?"

Bang—

Delia closed her eyes.

"Ah, is it over?"

A soft and playful voice sounded. Delia suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look.

Zhongli Xue was lying in a pool of blood. Song Yaoyao, who was supposed to be dead, was sitting there with a smile on her face. The blood splashed on her fair skin like red plums blooming in the snow, enchanting and beautiful.

A group of people barged in. Delia, who was covered by the strong light, raised her hand to cover her eyes. Her eyes hurt and tears fell.

Behind the light, Song Yaoyao saw two tall figures that looked like gods.

Step by step, they walked towards her.

Song Yaoyao giggled and whistled, "Gege is so handsome!"

Out of the corner of her eyes, a red figure quickly ran towards the door at the corner of the church.

Bang, bang, bang—

The gunshots made Song Yaoyao's eardrums hurt slightly. She quickly said, "Don't kill her!"

"Babe, which gege (brother) are you referring to?"

A familiar voice sounded in her ear and Song Yaoyao was stunned. Even when someone pinched her chin and held her head, she still could not come back to her senses for a long time.

He had clean, short hair, and his glasses were coated with a layer of ice-cold light. His eyes behind the glasses were dark and deep. When he pursed his lips and stared at a person with his intimidating face, it would make them feel an invisible pressure.

Unlike the introverted Huo Yunque, he was a flamboyant and fierce person. He carried a danger that only belonged to him at all times.

Song Yaoyao's voice was dry as she muttered in a daze, "G-Gege (brother)?"

Huo Yunque half-smiled and snatched Song Yaoyao from the man's hands. "Your Gege is here."

As soon as he said this, a pair of eyes shot daggers at him.

Song Yaoyao felt mixed feelings, and all sorts of emotions surged into her heart. She was both happy and afraid. This was a man that everyone was unfamiliar with, but Song Yaoyao was very familiar with him.

They had lived under the same roof for more than ten years, and Song Yaoyao had acted coquettishly in his arms countless times.

The two men were in a stalemate. The slow-witted Song Yaoyao did not even notice the tense atmosphere between them.