Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

it hurts!

Really Nima's pain!

Chong Ai woke up in severe pain, and opened his eyes with difficulty. In his blurred vision, there was a dirty mosquito net, and the tip of his nose could smell the stench of his own.

[Di - host, you have reached the plane. 】The cold mechanical sound rang in his ears.

The sound of smashing, smashing, eating, came from his ears, and Chong Ai turned his head to the side to look--

Sitting on a stool not far from the bed, an old woman was eating with a bowl of fragrant food. Seeing her wake up, she just gave her a contemptuous look.

Chong Ai's stomach growled loudly.

"Cough." She coughed.

"Little bitch, what are you doing?" said the old woman, glaring at her.

Chong Ai glanced coldly at the bowls and chopsticks in the old woman's hands. The delicate flower porcelain bowls and bamboo chopsticks were not bowls and chopsticks that low-level servants could use.

"I want to drink water." She said softly.

The old woman swallowed the delicious pieces of meat in her mouth and scolded: "You bitch, you still want to drink water! If you go out, I have to serve you again! Why don't you die!"

Chong Ai said calmly: "If I die, you can't escape the guilt of improperly serving you, mammy, are you sure you want to do this?"

The old woman did not expect the usually weak girl to become dexterous, and looked at the bowl in her hand with a guilty conscience.

Although the girl is a waste, she is also the master of the mansion. One of her servants bullied the master and stole the girl's food. If this waste dies... she will definitely be dragged into the water to punish her.

The old woman slammed the bowl down on the stool and went to the table to pour the water.

For a moment.

The old woman carried a worn-out teacup, walked over to the bed and handed it over, "Drink it yourself."

Chong Ai stretched out her hand to hold the cup, looked down and said, "Mommy, why are there bugs in the teacup..."

"Are you annoying, where is there..." The old woman subconsciously reached out to look.

Sudden accident.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh s slender chopsticks were inserted in her pupils and blood flowed down her face full of old wrinkles. flow down.

"Bitch—let me go—" the old woman cursed miserably: "You little bitch—let me go—"

"It hurts." The girl whispered softly, and after a chuckle, she suddenly pulled out the chopsticks stained with blood.

"Ah!" The old woman screamed again and struggled non-stop, but the girl's strength was so great for some reason, forcing her to kneel on the ground, her head being pressed against the bedside.

The old woman began to beg for mercy in fear—

"Please spare the old slave, I don't dare anymore, please spare the old slave—" With the last scream, the old woman collapsed beside the bed, and the warm body remained slightly Convulsing, scarlet blood splattered all over the place.

With a smile, the girl pulled out the chopsticks from the old woman's throat, thought about it, wiped it off with a mosquito net, and placed it by the bed.

"Crack!" The sound of the basin falling to the ground.

A beautiful-looking girl looked into the room in horror. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old, her hair was tied in two balls with ribbons, and she was wearing a light pink dress.

Chong Ai calmly held the chopsticks and looked at the girl who entered the room gently.

"Little, miss..." The girl ran to the bed and cried in fear, "Miss, are you okay? Are you injured?"

The genuine concern in the girl's eyes wasn't a lie, given how flattering she was in what she was wearing.

Chong Ai shook his head slightly, spread a smile, and said, "I'm fine."