Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

Chapter 159 Hello, Defective Product

Sang Ling searched and searched in the forest, but instead of finding the medicinal herbs, she encountered several groups of pursuers.

After taking care of that, I continued searching.

They searched several of the places marked by Old Xu but found nothing. Now that it was broad daylight, more and more pursuers were entering the forest to look for them.

Fearing that Fu Zhirang, who was hiding in the cave, would be discovered, Sang Ling had to quicken her pace and head to the next marker.

But unexpectedly, they encountered a difficult person there.

Sang Ling looked at the seemingly harmless boy in front of her, and the black wolf crawling at his feet.

"Hello, sister." The boy stroked the black wolf's head, turned around and smiled brightly. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was an innocent boy from some family.

Sang Ling's gaze drifted over the trees and shrubs not far away, where red fruit hung from the branches, and her pupils contracted.

found it.

He silently withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips, took two steps forward, and stared coldly at the boy in front of him. "Get out of the way."

The boy lowered his eyes, looking somewhat hurt. "My sister is so fierce."

"Why are you here all alone, sister? Are you lost? Would you like to come home with me?" The boy tilted his head, looking completely innocent and sincere.

Stepping slowly forward on the withered branches, Sang Ling's coldness remained undiminished.

"Stop pretending."

The boy tilted his head in confusion. "What?"

Sang Ling glanced at him and said coldly, "The knife is showing."

The boy was slightly taken aback, then laughed, "Oh dear, we've been found out."

The boy drew the knife from his waist, played with it in his hand, and asked Sang Ling with a grin, "So, sister, do you want to come with me?"

His face was all smiles, but his eyes were devoid of any warmth. The black wolf that had been lying at his feet stood up and bared its teeth at Sang Ling.

"What if I say no?" Sang Ling asked calmly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, sister." Behind the boy's bright smile was a chilling killing intent. "After all, they only said they wanted to capture him alive, but they didn't say he couldn't hurt anyone."

"Sister is so beautiful, she'll definitely be even more beautiful after being soaked in blood." The boy's gaze burned, gradually turning distorted.

It was as if he could already see Sang Ling lying in a pool of blood, like a blooming rose.

Looking at the increasingly manic and morbid-looking boy opposite her, Sang Ling pursed her lips.

Tsk, I have a crazy husband at home, and I run into another crazy husband when I go out.

This world is just too crazy.

The smile on the boy's face faded, and he stared at Sang Ling like a venomous snake in the shadows, then gave the order, "Black Tiger, go."

Naming a wolf Black Tiger is pretty crazy.

At a command, the black wolf pounced forward with its blood-red maw wide open.

As soon as they engaged in combat, Sang Ling sensed something was wrong with the wolf. This wolf was abnormal; its bite force and explosive power were three times that of an ordinary wolf.

Sang Ling almost got hurt by it, but luckily she dodged quickly enough and only got a cut on her arm.

Glancing at the bloody scratches on her arm, Sang Ling's cold gaze remained unchanged.

"If only my sister had agreed to come with me sooner, she wouldn't have had to suffer like this." The boy's smiling eyes held obvious contempt and arrogance.

The black wolf pounced again, its attack fierce.

The boy crossed his arms and watched with great interest as Sang Ling fought the wolf. Every time a wound appeared on her body, he became more excited.

Just when he thought Black Wolf would take care of Sang Ling.

Without warning, a dagger pierced the black wolf's abdomen, heading straight for him and embedding itself in his shoulder.

If he hadn't dodged in time, the dagger would have been stuck in his throat.

The boy looked down at the dagger on his shoulder with a grim expression, then looked up, suppressing his anger, and met Sang Ling's cold and indifferent gaze.

The once ferocious black wolf was now curled up on the ground, whimpering softly, with blood continuously seeping from beneath it.

"Heh, I underestimated you." The boy suddenly smiled, his eyes filled with malice.

The boy calmly pulled the dagger from his shoulder, a smile even playing on his lips, and said while toying with the blood-stained dagger, "I knew they would send me."

"Sister, I can kill you when I strike." The boy's voice was gentle and sweet, and the more innocent his smile, the more ruthless he was when he struck.

As a ruthless man, he had no idea that the little girl he was facing was actually a werewolf.

After several exchanges, Sang Ling was forced to retreat several steps. Her opponent was fast and strong, and each punch felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.

He could easily break a tree with a single punch, and after a few rounds, many trees around him had fallen.

As she took another punch from the boy, Sang Ling's expression changed slightly; she clearly heard the sound of bones cracking.

The boy gave a wicked, provocative smile. "Sorry, sister, I broke your hand."

Sang Ling touched her trembling right arm, her face as cold as frost.

"It would be even more perfect if you lost another leg." The boy's burning gaze fell on Sang Ling's legs, and a strange, morbid light shone in his eyes.

With a target in mind, the boy kept chasing after her legs and hitting them, but unexpectedly, Sang Ling countered with a move that killed him.

Sang Ling held the gun in her left hand and pressed it against the boy's back.

The boy was taken aback, then gave a disdainful smile and said sarcastically, "Sister, guess whether I'm faster, or you..."

"boom"

The bullet pierced through the back of the boy's heart and entered his chest.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent. Sang Ling tilted her head coldly and said unhurriedly, "It seems I'm faster."

The boy turned around in disbelief, gritting his teeth, "Why won't you let me finish what I have to say?"

"Why should I let you finish?" Sang Ling's cold eyes held a hint of disdain.

I find all that babbling and complaining annoying.

The boy collapsed. Sang Ling coldly withdrew her gaze and turned to dig for medicinal herbs.

Villains die from talking too much; the truth is always true.

After digging up enough herbs, Sang Ling turned to leave when suddenly a hand grabbed her ankle.

"You think you can just leave after hurting me?" The boy looked up at Sang Ling with a ferocious expression, and suddenly tried to stab something into Sang Ling's leg.

I didn't want my palm to be pierced by a bullet the next second, and to be covered in blood.

The boy curled up in pain. Sang Ling slowly squatted down, glanced at him indifferently, and chuckled softly.

"You remind me of someone I really dislike."

"Genetic modification? He really got lucky, but a pirated copy is always a pirated copy."

Sang Ling's words startled the boy, who looked at her again in disbelief, only to meet her gaze as if she were looking at an ant.

It gave him the illusion that he was being looked down upon by a god.

Sang Ling curled her red lips and slowly exhaled.

"Hello, defective product."