"Look at that brilliant mother...Killing even his brother...

When Lillian is crammed into murder by the clan and branded a demon, she decides to take on the role of a villain perfectly to destroy the root of true evil.

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"Look at that brilliant mother...Killing even the same blood brother. "

"To mourn, it's just a courtesy in exchange for a position."

Retreat a cynical word deep into the mind, like a knife that slowly slashes necrophilia, a small body twitching, a heart already so traumatized that it's hard to coordinate. She's just a child who tries to trade her life to protect her brother, but this barbaric world unashamedly imposes a cold-blooded killer on her.

'Oh, no...I didn't do that. '

The whirlpool of thought in the young girl's brain is twisted. Hundreds of thousands of excuses are in her head. She wants to scream to everyone that she is not a murderer. She wants to yell at these people that she is trying to save their lives.

But yet...It's like a big rock, tightly corked at the throat.

The trembling lips tremble powerlessly, no matter how much you try to open your mouth and throttle your voice, with only a short breath and broken characters inside, the more you want to speak, the more you feel like you're drowning in the invisible, the more you struggle, the more your breath disappears.

"No..."

Lillian throttled a thunderous voice, and the girl's body trembled with anger and regret, and the chest exploded, but the poor rejection turned out to be a fine victim to the servants.

"Look...Start opening your mouth. "

The maid in front raised her hand to protect her mouth, giggled with snub eyes, a twisted smile on her face full of satisfaction for trampling on the underdog.

"Do you want to make yourself look better?" She added, skeptical.

The venomous words spin a spiral deep into the mind. Lillian's little heart is broken to pieces. The more they spew out rotten words, the tighter the lines of endurance, the closer they are to being broken!

Until...Savage words are unleashed from the mouth of a proud servant.

"Such a vicious man?..That we must bow down to serve? "

"That's it...I don't want to wake up to serve a cold-blooded killer. "

Plain!!

The sound of broken glass reverberated! Lillian could no longer bear to hear the rubbish words. A little hand grabbed the thick glass vase beside his body before the violent rise. The sharp glass lapped precisely and ruthlessly into the head of that brave maid!

"Scream! Grandma, this kid!..You will kill us! "

Both servants screamed, the body shuffled, the yard ran away exhausted from the room, leaving only young girls standing still in silence, shortness of breath, cold eyes staring at the stains of blood pouring on the floor, their nasty bloodstains that became the beginning of abandoning their weakness forever.

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Title: If it's good, it can't stay, then it's a bad girl.

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