"That's no longer the case!"
A chilling voice came from behind her.
"He's just a jinx; he'll only bring trouble if he stays in the Jiang family."
"Whether they live or die is no longer our concern."
"We only want Caiyun, what are you anyway?"
“The Jiang family only has one daughter, Caiyun. She is a true lucky star. You should go back to the gutter.”
A series of heartless voices rang out behind the girl. Her thin, frail shoulders were tightly restrained by several kidnappers, preventing her from struggling.
"Dad, Mom, brother! Don't you want Xiaohe anymore?"
The girl struggled to turn back and look at the family's resolute figures, her round eyes filled with despair and sorrow.
His body, held captive by the thugs, trembled violently, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam the moment the family disappeared.
"Is Xiaohe being naughty? Why did she leave me?"
"Mom and Dad!"
"Xiaohe will be good and won't make you angry again."
The little girl looked to be only eight or nine years old, and she cried her heart out.
She prayed that her parents and brothers could take her away with them.
Even when I was whipped all over by thugs, I never felt such heart-wrenching pain!
Even breathing feels like my whole body is being torn apart.
She cried so bitterly and desperately that even the kidnappers standing nearby felt a pang of pity.
They originally wanted 200 million, but the Jiang family said they wouldn't call the police, but would only give 100 million in exchange for their daughter.
Is this even possible?
No matter how they threatened them, the Jiang family remained unmoved.
In the end, there was no other way; even 100 million is still money.
They agreed.
And so, the little girl was abandoned by her family once again!
"Bang!"
A deafening explosion ripped through the air, shattering the little girl's body and the figures of the thugs into countless pieces, a bloody mess...
The room was simple, with a 1.5-meter-wide bed.
The nineteen-year-old girl suddenly woke up, panting heavily, her forehead covered in beads of sweat.
I felt intermittent pain in my chest.
She placed her hand on her chest and silently recited a purification mantra to calm herself down.
"Ten years have passed, but I still keep dreaming about these things."
It may be related to her stepping into the capital again.
She did not die in the explosion, but returned to Lingxu Temple.
Si Jinyan wiped the sweat off his face and quickly washed up.
She changed into a light blue dress, and her cool and aloof personality added to her extraordinary and refined air.
A blue lotus hairpin casually held up her long, black hair, giving her a cool and languid look.
Her face, without any makeup, was fair and translucent, with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, bright and charming eyes that sparkled with life.
I need to go out and set up a stall, otherwise I'll be starving in a few days.
I set up a stall in a bustling night market.
The words "Divine Strategist" were written on the Pingjin sail.
"Hey chick, you're pretty good-looking. Want to hang out with us?"
Si Jinyan was sitting there reading a book when she heard a lewd male voice coming from above her head.
She looked up and saw three men who reeked of alcohol.
A middle-aged bald, obese man; a man in his thirties, pale and thin; and a man in his twenties with blond hair.
"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?" When the blond-haired man saw that Si Jinyan didn't speak, he reached out to touch her face.
Si Jinyan slammed the book shut and slammed the back of the book hard against the man's wrist.
"Aaaaah! Damn it, you bitch, don't push your luck!" The blond-haired man grimaced as he was hit.
The bald man and the skinny man sobered up instantly when they saw their brother being beaten.
He grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it over Si Jinyan's head.
Si Jinyan remained calm, reached out and grasped the wine bottle, and with a gentle squeeze, the bottle shattered into pieces instantly.
The three men felt their scalps tingle under Si Jinyan's icy gaze. They never expected that this girl, who looked so delicate and beautiful, would be such a ruthless character!
"Xu Shijie, 42 years old. Judging from your face, you have a large mole on the bridge of your nose and a dark bluish-green color on your temples. These all indicate that you are an impulsive and easily angered person, and you are likely to suffer imprisonment. From your hand, we can see that there is a well in your life line, which means that you have been to prison at least once."
A clear, cold voice rang in the ears of the three men, and Si Jinyan briefly explained the situation of the middle-aged bald man.
“You…” Xu Shijie’s eyes widened when he heard Si Jinyan’s words.
How could this young girl know his background?
I also know that he has been to jail at least once!
"Brother Jie?" the lean man called out, pointing to Ping Jinfan standing to the side.
"Fortune teller!" The blond-haired man spat on the ground. "If you can predict the future accurately, I won't hit you."
Si Jinyan casually took out a wet wipe and wiped his delicate, fair hands, his eyes lowered in a lazy, tender way.
Her crimson lips parted slightly, and her clear voice came again, "Xie Wenjun, 28 years old, with protruding eyes, sclera showing, narrow forehead, and a bump on the bridge of his nose. He looks like a person with a bad temper who is difficult to get along with, and he also likes to cheat and sly. He has done a lot of petty theft since he was a child. He was sent to a juvenile detention center when he accidentally killed someone at the age of sixteen."
"You, Fang Shaoguo, are the only one of the three who is married. You are thirty-six years old, married for fifteen years without children, and you beat and scold your wife. You indulge in all sorts of vices outside, such as drinking, gambling, and whoring. You are a petty and wicked person who only dares to bully women weaker than you."
Si Jinyan raised his eyes slightly and recounted everything the three of them had done.
"In my opinion, the three of you are nothing. Here's another divination for you: you will soon be in jail."
"What nonsense are you spouting! You filthy bitch!" Upon hearing that he was going to jail, the hot-blooded Xie Wenjun immediately picked up the folding table and threw it at Si Jinyan.
Si Jinyan neither dodged nor avoided the table, but it actually stopped right in front of her.
"Monster! Monster!" The three men were terrified by the bizarre scene; they saw the table floating in mid-air.
What else could this be but a monster?
"You're so ignorant!"
She was just a Taoist priest who knew medicine, divination, and fortune telling.
He only knows how to control a sword and cast spells, and he only has a treasured Qiankun bag and a Qinglian sword.
Is there anything surprising about this?
Si Jinyan put the folding table back on the ground and sat down leisurely and calmly.
The commotion attracted a crowd of onlookers, including a pretty young girl and three burly men reeking of alcohol.
"She's a monster! A monster!" The three men pointed at Si Jinyan and said she was a monster as people gathered around.
But words are not enough; who would believe them?
"You three are deliberately bullying that little girl, calling her a monster!" Someone couldn't stand it anymore and directly confronted the three of them.
Xu Shijie's small eyes darted around, and he picked up a few pebbles from the ground and threw them at Si Jinyan.
Si Jinyan lifted the folding chair and placed it in front of him.
Everyone was speechless at the sight of the three men.
She's a perfectly normal young woman, and you all insist on calling her a monster. What era are we living in?
Haven't you heard that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, beings were not allowed to become spirits?
In an instant, the three men were so angry that their faces turned a deep shade of liver. They wanted to retort but didn't know how.
At that moment, a clear, melodious girl's voice rang out from the crowd.
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