The full-level boss made trouble in the wealthy family after wearing it back

"Family? I haven't lived together. What kind of family are they? It's just a thin blood relationship." Shang Lingyi doesn't think she is proud of her blood relationship with the merchants.

After all, she had never received the slightest bit of kindness from them, or she had it when she first returned to the business, but unfortunately, it was just guilt, so when Shang Mingyue cried, that thing dissipated easily.

Not even the slightest trace was left.

"I have reported your request to the higher authorities, and the superiors have agreed, but I still want to make sure, Di Heyan, will he really come tonight?" Di Tinghan's voice was still very low, but with a trace of Can't hide the worry.

Shang Lingyi looked straight ahead, his eyes were calm, "Of course, he has to come tonight."

Hearing this, Di Tinghan's slightly frowning brows relaxed, and suddenly he thought of something again, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "If I remember correctly, tonight is Miss Shang's birthday, isn't it?"

The corner of Shang Lingyi's mouth curled up into a smile, but a few traces of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, "Yes, my birthday, my good mother Liao Qingning's good day, was also the day when Shang Mingyue and I were swapped."

On the same day, the merchants will always only remember Liao Qingning and Shang Mingyue, but never her.

But she didn't care about this birthday either, the day her grandpa and grandma picked her up was her birthday.

"I actually hate today. If the businessman hadn't changed my date of birth after finding me, I wouldn't know what day it is today."

Shang Lingyi's voice was so cold that it was impossible to figure out her inner feelings at the moment, only the smile on her face could be seen, which seemed to be mocking, ironic, helpless, and talking to herself.

Di Tinghan looked at her, with pity and affection flashing across his brows.

"You...why do you hate the business so much? Hate this day?"

Shang Lingyi turned her head to look at him, with a hint of indifference and alienation in her eyes, as if unwilling to talk more about this matter.

"I wish you good luck." Di Tinghan left after saying this, sitting alone in the carriage.

Looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Merchant, is it really going to be ruined?

In the sky, swan geese pierced the sky, and there was a clear and clear cry, which seemed to indicate that some kind of terrible disaster was about to happen.

Shang Lingyi stood under the woods and looked up at the sky. She was wearing a light blue dress, which looked weak and beautiful.

I saw her slender fingers spread out, and a cloud of white mist condensed between the palms. The white mist gradually transformed into a long whip. The whole body of the long whip was transparent, as if it was made of crystal.

The whip waved sharply in mid-air, she flicked her wrist lightly, and the whip wrapped around the tree trunk in an instant.

She pulled hard, and the tree broke in two and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, she raised the whip again, and the whip threw a beautiful flower in the air, reaching to the sky, and the petals fluttered with the wind, just like a celestial maiden scattered flowers.

Immediately afterwards, she raised the whip again, and the whip threw a beautiful flower in the air, and the petals fluttered in the wind, just like a celestial maiden scattered flowers.

There was another loud bang, and the whip shrank back to its original shape, leaving two rows of deep marks on the ground.

At this moment, there was a sharp edge in Shang Lingyi's eyes.

It's been a long time since I've shaken the whip, so I'll practice it now, otherwise when it's time to greet others at night, she won't be able to greet others well.

With a flash, Shang Lingyi appeared on the roof of Panshui Yunhe.

Because merchants like to be quiet, this house is extraordinarily quiet, and even the sound of insects can be faintly heard.

She sat on the roof, propped her head in one hand, and held a whip in the other, looking at a tall banyan tree in the distance, her eyes were misty.

The banyan tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, and the canopy covers the entire sky.

Shang Lingyi suddenly stretched out her legs, stepped on the branches, and flew up lightly.

The birds on the treetops flapped their wings and flew, and occasionally a few frightened and fell down, fluttering their wings twice and then ran away, but her eyes remained on them all the time.

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, she gently shook the whip in her hand.

Suddenly, the branches trembled, and a few traces of excitement flashed in her eyes. She retracted and released the whip, and saw that the branch of the banyan tree was broken and fell to the ground.

But the branches that should have fallen on the ground suddenly turned into several distorted black figures, and they rushed towards Shang Lingyi involuntarily.

A few traces of coldness and disdain flashed in Shang Lingyi's eyes, and she jumped onto the top of the tree with a single leap.

The whip in her hand was spinning in the air, and the end of the whip suddenly became longer, like a sharp knife, quickly cut off their limbs, and blood splashed all over her face.

Shang Lingyi reached out to wipe off the blood stains on her cheeks, looked down deeply at the struggling black shadows below, and raised a sinister arc at the corner of her mouth, "Unfortunately, this day is very special to me, so I will I don't want others to bother me."

After she finished speaking, her whip drew a few strange tracks in the air, and after a few wailings, the men in black were dismembered, blood splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding flowers, plants and trees red.

She looked at her masterpiece, and there was a trace of satisfaction in her eyes.

Di Heyan was also driven into a hurry. He dared to send out such a small trash. I really don't know what was going on in his head?

Could it be that everything in his mind has become a paste?

Shang Lingyi wiped his whip slowly, as if what he had just killed were just a few bugs.

She lifted her foot and walked step by step into the depths of the forest.

The bodies of those men were still on the ground, and blood gushed out from the severed limbs, staining the ground and her skirt red.

Seeing this scene, Shang Lingyi frowned. Her skirt was blue, and now it was stained with dirt, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

She lifted her foot, kicked away the mound of muddy flesh, and walked on.

I don't know how many little mice came, but as long as his Emperor Heyan sent one, she would kill one.

This area has been sealed off by Di Tinghan, no one can run out tonight.

***

Bo Yan knew that he was still dreaming.

Why is he so sure?

Because he knew that Shang Lingyi in reality could never be so gentle and virtuous, as beautiful as the dream lover in all men's minds.

"Mr. Bo, did I do something wrong? Why do you have such an expression?" Shang Lingyi asked a little nervously.

She didn't know why he didn't like her touch. Although she tried her best to make herself more gentle and considerate, the effect was not great.

"No, you did a great job!" Bo Yan replied in a deep and deep voice.