MTL - Everyone Thinks That the Fake Daughter Has Deep Problems-Chapter 1 blood and flowers

In the desolate night, the full moon hanging high in the sky is like a huge jade plate, bright and cold, and the moonlight sprinkled between the buildings is especially like frost and snow.

The wind rolled up the cloak of the same color as the night, and someone's feet lightly touched the roof of the top floor.

She looked down and saw that the Wanjia lights were bright and neon, and the situation was calm.

Was it just an illusion? Tang Xiaoyu looked down. She was obviously chasing something, but she didn't have a clear goal.

After a brief moment of contemplation, she jumped down from a height lightly, as nimble as a bird, as graceful as a butterfly dancing.

Stepping steadily on the solid ground, Tang Xiaoyu raised her eyes and looked around. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, she turned around and was about to hide back into the night again, but for some reason, her eyes subconsciously turned to a small two-story building not far away. look away.

There is an independent small courtyard there, and the roses in full bloom in the garden are particularly intoxicating in the dark night.

That person lives here now, right?

Tang Xiaoyu didn't have any emotional ups and downs. The faint disgust and rejection pushed her to leave immediately when she remembered the person's name, but just before turning her eyes away, the warm yellow halo of the bedroom on the second floor suddenly disappeared.

That is also the only light source of the small western building. The moment the light and shadow disappear, the whole building seems to be covered with an ominous layer of darkness, and even the moonlight becomes chilling.

Tang Xiaoyu's heart trembled inexplicably, her footsteps paused and she turned to the small western-style building. When the hem of her clothes brushed against the rose bushes, she saw a sensitive and familiar black shadow flash past under the window.

It's him! Her pupils shrank slightly, and the steps she was eager to take finally stopped.

Restraining the instinct of chasing, she looked up at the open window on the second floor. The window in the darkness was like the giant mouth of a monster, as if trying to swallow all life.

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The moonlight outside the window is hazy, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and the interior decoration is exquisite and comfortable everywhere. A wonderful comfort zone that makes people want to lie down, but the people in it are not in a good mood.

Mingjiao turned her head to the side, not wanting to look at the familiar yet unfamiliar Lili face in the vanity mirror, even though it was her own face.

why? She just... just read a novel.

Mingli Jiaoyan's face gradually distorted into a mask of pain, she slowly bent down to cover her face, why did she time travel?

Not long ago, when Ming Jiao woke up in a strange room, she realized that something was wrong. There was an extra memory in her mind that didn't belong to her—more precisely, she had changed her body.

After careful consideration, this memory perfectly matched the plot of a novel she had read.

It was a **** novel about true and false daughters. It was about two girls who exchanged lives due to an accident.

The heroine of the novel is of course the real daughter Tang Xiaoyu. She lost her parents and lived with her aunt since she was a child, and suffered a lot.

Later, her aunt also passed away, and she was left to grow up alone, working hard while studying hard. Although she was tortured by life, she still grew up to be a kind and considerate girl.

On the other hand, the fake daughter Mingjiao—yes, the fake daughter has the same name and surname as her. She has been loved and loved by the Ming family since she was a child and has never suffered at all. Live their own lives, and then turn into a vicious villain, persecuting all positive characters including Tang Xiaoyu like crazy.

Because Tang Xiaoyu's adoptive parents had passed away a long time ago, after taking her home, the Ming family knew that the original owner had nowhere to go, so they left her to take care of her. Besides, they had feelings after living together for so many years, so they left behind a white-eyed wolf. .

According to the memory of the original owner, the progress of the plot is obvious to the point where she publicizes that Tang Xiaoyu is the illegitimate daughter of the Ming family, and then she is kicked out of the house by her adoptive sister Ming Wei, who is also the eldest lady of the Ming family, and the next orthodox heir.

Of course, the Ming family said they were kicking her out of the house, but they still arranged a good place for her, which was the house in front of them.

But the original owner will definitely not be satisfied, and will do things more crazily in the future, until he kills himself.

Dressed as such a character that everyone hates, to be honest, Mingjiao really wanted to hang herself by the window immediately.

She sighed deeply, when she heard a sudden noise from the window, and the night wind blowing in seemed to grow stronger.

She raised her head subconsciously, and saw someone standing silently beside the gauze curtain dancing with the wind.

Mingjiao was startled, she wouldn't be so effective in such a matter, would she? She was just talking casually, and didn't really want to die. God wouldn't send a burglar to take her on the road right away.

The man took two steps forward slowly, and before the lights went out, she saw clearly that it was a tall man, dressed in black, and the lower half of his face was tightly covered by the same black mask.

He held a long knife with a cold light in his hand, and a layer of black mist rolled over the knife, like a poisonous snake biting people.

It seems that something is not right, or that nothing is right.

Do the weapons in this world have their own special effects?

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The moment Tang Xiaoyu stepped into the window, he smelled the familiar smell of blood, and his heart was inevitably tightened by an invisible force.

When picking up the person who fell on the ground, the soft and cold body fell into her arms weakly, and the scent of flowers mixed with the cold night wind and the smell of blood were entangled together, which made her tremble strangely.

"Mingjiao..."

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When her consciousness was chaotic, Mingjiao seemed to hear someone calling her name, the voice was illusory and far away, as if she was on the other side.

The wind blowing on the cheeks was a bit cold, but it also awakened the dull senses, and the severe pain and sight clearly converged together.

The living room where the lights and shadows disappeared, the wide open windows, the gauze curtains fluttering in the wind, and the cold moonlight, like spotlights on the stage, hit the blood-stained floor just right.

Ming Jiao slowly turned her gaze back to her chest, her dress was already soaked in the still warm wet blood.

It was a perfect composition of a murder scene. If there were to be a list of the top ten unlucky book-travelers in the world of book-traveling, she would definitely be on the list. She almost died in a burglary on the first day of book-traveling.

There was a belated voice screaming in her head, a warm hand beside her was pressing on her wound, it was the only bit of warmth protecting her cold and numb body, she was pillowed in that man's arms, He heard whispers in his ears.

The two voices are very clear, and neither can be heard clearly when they collide.

"Stop for a moment...let me take my time." Mingjiao helplessly raised her hand, making a pause gesture.

Hey, she doesn't seem to be as weak as she imagined, two forces that don't belong to her are working at the same time to save this dying body.

Both sides are muted simultaneously.

Pressing her raised hand on her forehead, Mingjiao's eyes were slightly closed, full of sadness. She remembered that the novel True and False Daughter was about the grievances of a wealthy family, and the background was an urban plane, so the man who just came to kill her, the knife in his hand seemed scientific with special effects?

And this person next to her...

Before she could finish her thoughts, Mingjiao suddenly felt that the hand on her chest had touched her cheek, and the smell of blood at the tip of her nose became stronger.

The owner of the hand seemed to be afraid that she would fall asleep, so he patted lightly.

The strong **** smell mixed with the fragrance from the people around her made her confused at times, and at the same time extra sober.

Mingjiao opened her eyes and looked up, the person sitting beside her was undoubtedly a young girl, her clothes and appearance were not clear in the dim light.

The double pupils are covered by a layer of black gauze blindfolds, and there is no emotion at all. Covering the eyes at night, does it really not affect the sight?

While her thoughts drifted away, Mingjiao looked at the eyes covered by the black veil for a moment, then grabbed her slender white wrist, "Who... are you?"

Enthusiastic people who draw their swords to help when they see injustice on the road will not go to other people's homes.

The girl didn't answer her question, she withdrew her hand after a moment of silence.

Maybe it's because there's a lot of blood flow, Mingjiao's special attachment to every heat source, the moment the girl withdrew her hand, she almost instinctively wanted to grab that hand again and stick it back to her cheek or chest.

After a short period of silence, the girl's cold voice answered irrelevantly, "The bleeding has stopped, I'll call an ambulance for you right away."

She paused, then shifted her gaze to Mingjiao's cell phone that was left on the bedside, "Need to contact your family?"

It was obviously an emotionless voice, but Mingjiao vaguely felt a complex sense directed at her, mixed with guard and disgust.

Is it someone who knows her... or the original owner?

"No need." Ming Jiao raised one hand to press the wound, gritted her teeth and sat up by herself, "Nothing is needed."

Probably because she didn't expect her to sit up by herself, the girl's hands lightly supported her shoulders, and then she stood up slowly.

Leaving the warmth surrounded by her body, the temperature on Mingjiao's body was quickly torn away by the cold night wind blowing into the room. She frowned uncomfortably, but she could bear it.

Looking up again, the girl had already stood in the distance, against the moonlight, Ming Jiao still couldn't see her face clearly, but she could see her clothes clearly.

It was a very unique black and blue two-tone uniform that would not be worn as daily wear. The coat was a cloak in the same color as the night, and a strange emblem pattern was drawn with blue silk thread on the chest.

The cloak was cast with an icy halo by the moonlight, rumbling in the evening wind.

Both beautiful and extraordinarily imposing.

Pretty handsome.

Mingjiao thought.

The author has something to say:

Finally, I finally wrote it before I got bald. It was a difficult book. I planned to write it last year, but I couldn’t write it smoothly at the beginning. I have been procrastinating until now. I hope you will enjoy reading the new book. ~