Metaphysics master Song Ning transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the eponymous manipulative fake young lady. Immediately after transmigrating, she was tragically set up for divorce by her i...
There was no light in He Xin's house and the room was pitch dark.
The moonlight outside seemed to be blocked and couldn't shine in.
Song Ning made a gesture in annoyance, and the darkness receded like a tide, and the moonlight gently poured into the room.
Snap…
The little paper man turned on the light switch, and the room instantly became bright.
He Xin's house is much smaller. As soon as you enter the door, there is a small living room of less than 10 square meters. The small hall is connected to three doors, corresponding to the bedroom, kitchen and toilet respectively.
The bedroom door was tightly closed, but the other two doors were wide open.
Song Ning made a gesture with his hands, and the little paper man violently broke open the door.
Even someone as calm as Song Ning couldn't help but be amazed at the scene in front of him.
He Xin was lying on the ground like a rag doll, with bruises all over her body...
There isn't even a single piece of good flesh on his body!
"How is she?"
Zhao Liang looked embarrassed, and for the first time in his heart he was glad that he was already dead.
Otherwise, social death is just like this.