Fast time travel to abuse scum: the female supporting role is disobedient

Chapter 1
Jing Lan came back to life.

She was still kneeling on her knees, with noisy sounds in her ears.

who I am?Where am I?Jing Lan's first reaction was this.

She looked down and saw a pair of tender white hands.

With just one glance, he was sure that this was not him.

"...Kill her." The blue-haired man looked at Jing Lan with terrifying eyes.

Jing Lan raised her head and heard this sentence.She was still a little dizzy, and she originally suspected that the other party was some kind of monster, but then the common sense in her mind told her: the eight colorful hairs in front of her were all dyed.

It was a dark room with only a faint light in the room.

But sitting or standing in this room are eight males who are perfect in appearance, if you don't look at the hair on their heads that is too strange for ordinary people.

The same thing is, they all stared at Jing Lan fiercely, as if Jing Lan was their father-killing enemy.

"Nangong Jue, you decide. After all, it's your sister." A white-haired man seemed to be in charge, and he directly let the yellow-haired man sitting on his right decide whether to live or die for the woman who desperately wanted to climb the rich.

"She's not." Huang Mao said shortly without even looking at Jing Lan.

Is this a Shamate family gathering?
A sentence popped into Jing Lan's mind, and then she was a little dazed, what is Shamat?
She moved her head and stood up.

His eyes swept past the eight beauties who made up the rainbow, and then they were ready to open the door and leave without paying attention.

"stop!"

Waking up from the astonishment that Jing Lan stood up boldly and still ignored them, the eight people called Jing Lan to stop at the same time.

"Is something wrong?"

The girl stopped in her tracks, tilted her head slightly, and put her hand on the doorknob.

A ray of sunlight from the door came in.

With the colorful hair of a girl, mother, I saw it-what the hell is this?

Nan Gongjue, that is, the yellow-haired man said with a dark face: "Don't you have any points? Who can show you how cute you are when you are so ugly?"

Jing Lan didn't explain that she wasn't acting cute, but asked again: "Are you okay?"

"Who made you go?" Another man with green hair and red hair asked angrily, "How dare you pretend nothing happened when you offended us?"

Jing Lan decided to call him Shit Race.

"I'll leave if I'm fine, goodbye." Jing Lan filtered out their incomprehensible shouts, opened the door and prepared to go out.

"Nangong Jinglan, as long as you dare to go out, the Nangong family will give up your custody." Nangong Jue had to raise his head to look at his hot-eyed 'sister'.

Jing Lan's movements paused.

The eight people looked at each other and smiled as expected.

Then Jing Lan opened the door without hesitation and went out.

Too much time was wasted in this group of nobles who killed Matt, and Jing Lan needed to figure out what was going on.

No one thought that Jing Lan would dare to do this. They wanted to chase after him, but they were a step slower.

"Nangong, remember to go back and tell your uncle and aunt." Bai Mao frowned and said lightly.

"That's right! This Nangong Jinglan is just a servant's daughter, yet she dares to attack our princess! Doesn't she know that a person like her should be such a lowly slave for the rest of her life?" said Sai Shi, his tone Excited, I can't wait to throw Jing Lan into the [-]th floor of hell immediately.

"I know, I'll take care of it." Nangong Jue adjusted his glasses frame, "She won't appear in front of us again."

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At this time, Jing Lan walked to the intersection in confusion. The pedestrians around her looked surprised at her. Jing Lan turned her head inadvertently.
Seeing his colorful hair and smoker-like makeup on the window display, he was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked into the barber shop.

"Hello! Do you need highlights? We have the latest ones here..." The barber at the barber shop saw Jing Lan's eyes brighten, and quickly recommended it enthusiastically.He purposely straightened his own sign.

Senior Barber, Director Tony.

"Cut it short, cut it into it..." Jing Lan rolled her eyes and saw the boy next to her was crying and saying goodbye to her hair. She snorted and said a little proudly, "Cut it into the same cut as him."

"Okay." Teacher Tony, who had lost his dream, retreated with a smile, replaced by a timid newbie.

But within 10 minutes, the novice pushed Jing Lan's colorful hair like weeding.

Jing Lan nodded with satisfaction and said to the quiet kid next door, "Kid, a bald head suits you better." She handed over the 12 yuan, and the novice who took the money didn't think anything was wrong for a moment.

Jing Lan saw the kid crying again, and left the barber shop satisfied.

Behind him, the words 15 yuan for a haircut at the entrance of the barbershop shine brightly on the glass window.

She touched the ripped black jeans on her body, and there was still 50 yuan in cash left.

Jing Lan went to open a youth hostel without being picky.

Only then did I have the mood to think about what was going on.

As soon as she had this idea, the life of a little girl named Nangong Jinglan came to Jinglan's mind.

(End of this chapter)