I am a master of light novels in Japan

In the crack of the door, photos came in one after another.

When Aoki Haruka saw these pictures, his face suddenly turned blue.

In the photos, they are all pictures of her and Teacher Li Yan. No matter what the lens is, there is something wrong with the lens. The photos of having breakfast together, and the photos of entering the house together...

It was all her experience during that period of time after she controlled Li Yan's consciousness.

"Is this really good? Little sister, you seem to like this foreign teacher very much. I am a lawyer hired by your mother. If these photos are sent to any government agency, your teacher who is still under investigation is estimated to be put in prison. Not to mention, the teacher will definitely not become a teacher."

The lawyer at the door continued with a relaxed tone: "You are Mrs. Aoki's daughter anyway, and the law is always on our side. Do you want your teacher to eat in prison?"

"..."

After hearing this sentence, Qing Mu Haru was completely confused.

She knelt on the entrance, and picked up the picture of herself and the teacher with shaking hands.

Darkness gradually shrouded her.

She bit her lips, and the lips gradually ooze blood.

Tears dripped on the photo.

"Sorry... Teacher, flame, it really can't exist in water."

"Sorry, sorry..."

[Gulong...]

[Gulong...]

The girl who had fallen into the cold seabed hit the seabed hard and her whole body rebounded.

On the dark, cold seabed, the girl stretched out her hand, slightly raised, as if she was still eager to touch the faint light that was still tens of thousands of feet...

After the end, it will be a good time

heavy rain.

Inside the apartment building, there is peace.

The three people standing at the door are still waiting for the response from the little girl in the house.

"What's up, why doesn't she open the door, this trick won't be ineffective, right?"

The man with dark glasses said to Mrs. Aoki.

Mrs. Aoki seemed to have no bottom in her heart. She said solemnly: "I don't know, but she should be unable to resist this trick. No matter what, this girl is still very naive in one aspect. Only a few years old."

"I don't know, if she is disobedient, what can I do!?"

The man with sunglasses was shocked, his face turned gloomy, and he said to Mrs. Aoki: "You and I owe tens of millions in loan sharks in Las Vegas. The rest of our lives depend on this cash cow. !"

Mrs. Aoki seemed to be a little afraid of this man, and said in a low voice, "I...I know."

She looked pale and seemed a little nervous. She reached out her hand and knocked on the door, and said loudly, "Xiao Yao, don't be willful, come out quickly!"

As a result, as soon as the knock on the door fell, the door opened slowly.

Inside, it was pitch black in the dim sky.In the hallway, there stood a little girl who was obviously cute but had a terrifying breath, staring at the three of them.

Aoki Haruka decided to come out.

Threatening photos are a more troublesome method. No one knows whether the photos are still stored or whether they have been leaked out. They are the most unsecured tool in the information age.

Even if you have a superb IT technology, you are not an opponent of network distribution.

In a country where the teacher-student relationship is sensitive, such a photo is too dangerous for Li Yan. Once a certain one is leaked, it will really ruin Li Yan's lifelong efforts.

So she came out and faced her mother again.

"amount……"

Mrs. Aoki still seemed to be a little afraid of her when she saw the daughter with this look.

The cold wind blew Qingmu Haruka's bangs, her eyes still had tears, but there was no longer any fear in her eyes, and fear was the instinct of human nature.

"mom."

Aoki Haruka's lips moved slightly and asked, "Are you really going to do this?"

Mrs. Aoki hesitated too much, barely showing a flattering smile, and said to her: "...I know that I did not do well to you before, Xiaoyao, you forgive mother, both my stepfather and I need your abilities. "

"Is that right? From the beginning, Mom, you used me and the church as tools to make money. I was just a tool for mom to make money."

Aoki Haruka's hair was constantly dancing in the turbulent wind, and asked: "Mom, since you didn't plan to love me at the beginning, why did you give birth to me?"

Her heart, the hope that ordinary people can live a life, has been completely destroyed.

There are actually many ways to change the status quo.

However, it does not make sense.

Her mother essentially didn't love her at the beginning, no matter how she hinted, it was impossible to change the facts.

In her life, Xiaoyao has not used her own ability several times, it is not a human ability, and from beginning to end, she feels that she is an individual, not a monster.Even with extraordinary intelligence, in her world, she still yearns for the things that children all desire, toys, friends, food... Under extreme pain, she uses her ability to Li Yan once and understands the feeling of being loved, but on the contrary More painful.

No matter how her mother treated her, she still couldn't do anything to her mother that would wipe out family affection.

The greatest ability of the ruler in the old days was the contact of spiritual power. When Xiaoyao saw her returning mother with his own eyes, he could see that that mother was still that mother...

That man only took a fancy to her mother's money, and after all the gambling, she asked her mother to find a way, which led to her mother's sudden return... and he was not kind in any sense.

That lawyer is just a villain.

And she has been forced by her mother to the point of nowhere to go back.

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, let's go back from this broken place soon." The man in sunglasses said to Mrs. Aoki with a smug smile.

The lawyer also smiled and said: "Then, for the remaining money, I hope that the two guests will call my account immediately, thank you for your patronage."

"Ah, okay, let's go."

Mrs. Aoki also seemed to settle down in her heart, and said.

"..."

The cold and moist wind became more intense, Qing Mu Yao lowered his head slightly, his small hands already slightly clenched.