Wang Suying felt the itching and pain spreading from her arms to the rest of her body, and soon her consciousness became blurry.
She was so frightened that her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at her mother, trembling, "Mother, this wretch is a demon!"
Yan Lingzhen laughed upon hearing this.
Just a bit of poison and I'm called a demon?
Then my older sister would have to be considered a mass murderer.
"What have you done?" Grandma Wang pointed at Yan Lingzhen and cursed.
"I've done nothing. You took my things and refused to return them, so as a price I'm claiming your lives. Don't be impatient, old woman, it will soon be your turn," Yan Lingzhen said with cold eyes.
She was no saintly Mary Sue, not intending to convert these obstinate evildoers with a halo of sanctity. In the rules of her world, her word was law.
