The Mysterious Mad Wife Burns the Heavens

Su Jin continued to slap the basketball, and when the opponent approached, she dunked the basketball.

Lin Xuan probably thought that his height advantage was more than enough to deal with such a thin and frail Su Jin.

The results of it?
The moment the basketball hit his face, an unspeakable pain swept from his head to his whole body. He staggered a few steps, and before he recovered, he kicked his heart with one foot.

Su Jin raised her leg and kicked without leaving any room, hitting the opponent's chest directly. Seeing Lin Xuan fell to the ground, she slapped the basketball and slowly moved towards him.

Lin Xuan lay on the ground gritted his teeth in pain, the sudden scene after scene beat him into a bit of a daze.

The sun glared into his eyes, and suddenly, someone covered the sun.

Lin Xuan looked at the guy standing against the light in horror. Before he could see whether she was smiling or angry, the basketball in her hand flew towards him.

"Boom." The basketball weighed at least a few kilograms. When it hit the door, Lin Xuan clearly felt something rushing into his nasal cavity.

Su Jin squatted in front of Lin Xuan, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and gently picked and pulled the basketball with her fingertips. She didn't speak, and her whole body was extremely indifferent.

Lin Xuan was frightened. He has always been a three-good student in front of people, not to mention fighting, even scolding people has to be considered carefully.

However?

Not only did he not give her a good blow, but she also beat her three or two times so that he was powerless to fight back.

What is this woman?
Su Jin raised the basketball again and said, "Are you still coming?"

Lin Xuan kept shaking his head, "I, I was wrong."

"It's pitiful for you to look like this." Su Jin lifted the basketball up intentionally or unintentionally.

Lin Xuan felt that the ball kept falling on him, and then Su Jin firmly caught it in his hand. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

Su Jin glanced at him, "You look trembling like those cats and dogs imprisoned by you."

"I know I was wrong, don't mess around." Lin Xuan thought about getting up, and lay down obediently under the gaze of the other party.

Su Jin lowered her head, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she was smiling, and the atmosphere around her became more and more deserted.

Lin Xuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and threatened: "School does not allow fighting. Now that we have been discovered like this, do you want to be expelled?"

Su Jin nodded, stood up, and looked down at the pet lying on the ground silently.

Lin Xuan thought that she understood what she said. After all, as a transfer student, she was still a lunatic with a sick mind. Whenever something happened, the school would severely criticize her.

She's kind of funny.

Seeing him, Su Jin obviously breathed a sigh of relief, putting her hands on the ground, probably ready to get up.

She really couldn't bear to break his dream, and then slapped the basketball on his head again.

With a bang, right in the middle.

Lin Xuan struggled for a while, but was knocked out forcibly, like a dead fish, the whites of his eyes rolled up, completely unresponsive.

Su Jin stood up straight, patted the ashes on her hands, she shook her head, it seemed that she was a little heavy.

"You, what are you doing?" The teacher of the Political and Educational Office passed by the principal's office building and saw the two standing and lying down. Without thinking too much, he knew that there must be a fight.

Su Jin turned her head when she heard the sound, and blinked innocently.

Teacher Li patted Lin Xuan who was unresponsive on the ground, and asked, "What's going on?"

Su Jin has a baby face, no matter who sees her, the first impression will be described as harmless to humans and animals.

It is impossible for such a quiet and innocent child to fight.

Su Jin didn't intend to hide anything, and told the truth, "He was knocked out by a basketball."

Teacher Li glanced at the basketball that rolled aside, and seemed to understand something, he said: "If something like this happens, you must tell the teacher immediately, even a girl like you can't handle such a big man."

After saying that, Teacher Li picked up Lin Xuan and hurried to the medical office.

Su Jin picked up the murderous basketball on the ground and walked towards the dormitory in a good mood.

The night is getting darker, and the stars are looming in the sky.

The Maybach stopped in front of the gate of the ancient castle. The gate guard confirmed the identity of the visitor, and the iron gate slowly opened.

The fallen leaves were blown away by the night wind and covered the ground. The moment the car passed by, the fallen leaves were flying all over the sky.

The servant stood respectfully in the hall, and the butler personally took the coat handed over by Sheng Liting, and said, "Master is in the study, please come in."

Sheng Liting walked through the corridor, he didn't like it very much, it was dark and gloomy, as if it slowly continued from the light to hell, the whole house was like a prison.

Standing in front of the window, Sheng Feng was still cleaning his ancient sword. This kind of ancient object seemed to recognize its owner. Every time he wiped it, the blade would produce a faint buzzing sound, as if it was catering to his caress.

Sheng Liting knocked on the door.

"Come in." Sheng Feng was nearly sixty years old, but he didn't look a bit old, just like when he was young, his whole body exuded an aura that strangers should not enter.

Sheng Liting is the son who most resembles him, and also the son he hates the most, perhaps because he can see his shadow in him.

So vicious that there is no room for it.

He could even imagine what the Sheng family would be like in a hundred years from now. With the means of his youngest son, not to mention blood flowing into rivers, it was certain that brothers would kill each other.

"Father." Sheng Liting noticed the things on the table as soon as he entered the study, his eyes could not help but sink.

A bloody hand, with a small tattoo on the tiger's mouth, is the hand of the son of the Zhao family who helped him steal the picture!

"You shouldn't meddle in things, don't think about meddling, run your Hengcheng Group honestly, there are some things in the Sheng family, you can't touch them." The old man swiped his right hand, and the sharp sword pointed directly at Sheng Liting.

Sheng Liting said without changing his face: "Yes, I know I have overstepped."

"Wash up and eat." The old man put the ancient sword back into its scabbard.

Sheng Liting exited the study, and the moment he closed it, his hands clenched into fists, his nails sank into the flesh, and the slight pain reminded him that there must be some unknown secret hidden in the industrial area.

With a "dong", Sheng Liting turned around and bumped into the servant.

All the things in the servant's hand fell to the ground, and she said in a hurry: "Fourth Young Master, I made a mistake, I will clean it up right away."

Sheng Liting's eyes fell on the mess on the ground, "What is this?"

"The butler asked me to deal with it this morning. I forgot about it for a while." The servant replied timidly.

Sheng Liting knew that as long as the things thrown out of the Sheng family had any effect, it would be impossible to hand them over to the people below, unless those things were worthless.

What is worthless?
Only the dead!

"What's that?" Sheng Liting glanced casually, just in time to see a piece of A4 paper with a picture on it.

The servant pulled out the paper from the pile of waste, "Do you want this?"

Sheng Liting wrapped the A4 paper with a handkerchief, "Xu Wanxin, a postdoctoral fellow in biology, is good at gene recombination."