Reincarnated as a villainess: Tilsim Bertarini's revenge

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Ben frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

I thoughtfully repeated, "I said you chopped wood like this, it is not okay."

He was impatient, " Tilsim, if you are sick, go back and rest, don't pick a fight here."

"If you chop like this, you can't finish it even after dark," I replied softly and smiled.

Ben seems suddenly angry. The axe slipped off and hit the stone slab heavily, making a loud noise. He stepped forward and growled, "If you hadn't spent loads of money because you were sick, dad wouldn't have sent the servant away, and I wont have to do all of those! If you have never chopped a single firewood in your entire life, Little princess, then don't tell me what to do. You are so good at chopping, why dont u go here and chop!"

So the family has servants, but we are poor because of me...Ben had a long-standing grudge against his sister... not a bit of mercy.

There are advantages to being poor, such as an empty backyard, and this pair of siblings' embarrassing scene is not to be seen. If it were in the old days of Bertarini and Romanova, the watching maids could have crowded the whole place.

Instead, I bent down and picked up the axe that he had dropped on the ground.

The heavy axe fell a fall, and the slender white wrist of this body could not withstand the destruction of the weight. Damn.

I looked at my own hands and slightly frowned. I can not even lift the axe. Compared to my previous body, it needs to catch up.

Ben froze and said suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm chopping to show you," I replied.

When Ben heard this, he became even angrier and snarled, "Stop this nonsense, you ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a "bang" interrupted his voice.

I have already swung the axe to split the firewood in front of him into two dryly.

"You see." I said, "It's simple. You can't hold the front end of the axe. You have to hold the end of the axe handle, splitting with the grain of the wood. It will save much effort."

Ben looked at her dumbfounded. A moment later, his face turned red. His tone was almost out of anger. He pointed at me and said, "You, you, you, you really have ulterior motives! Your hand ...... Dad will scold me when he comes back! YOU, you are dark-hearted, tricky, and treacherous!"

"Hmm?" I did not understand. The next moment, a panicked female voice rang out, "Girl, you're bleeding!"

I subconsciously looked down. The palm of some time was abraded skin, blood reflected in the palm, stark and even a few moving.

I just held the axe to chop firewood...This hand rubbed? This body is so delicate! Since childhood, the owner of this body has not carried any heavy things, is she made of cotton?

I fell into deep thought. The maidservant Anna rushed over, pulled me towards the room, and spoke urgently: "Got to rub it with ointment first. I don't know if it will leave a scar ......"

Ben gave me a hateful glare: "you just continue to be a stagy cheesy bitch! sooner or later, you will make yourself dead." he turned and ran away.

It is the first time someone said I am a "stagy cheesy bitch".

This feeling is very raw and unfamiliar. As a royal electric mage, "stagy cheesy bitch" is a foreign word.

Anna put my hand on her knee and wiped the ointment on my palm with her fingertips. She cried again, "What if it left a scar, I have to find a way to get some more powerful ointment to remove the scar."

"It's okay," I could not see anyone in tears, "If it leaves a scar, it will leave a scar, and it will be fine."

Anna's eyes widened, and she forgot to wipe her tears away, staring at me and unable to speak.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"No, nothing." She wiped her tears and stood up, "It's good that you are not angry."

The tone in these words ...... I then looked at the sparkling jewelry on top of the vanity and understood how spoiled this body used to be. The original Miss Tilsim loves beauty and care, and this delicate skin is to be pampered.

My previous life was too rough. I did not experience the feeling of being a daughter. This life to find her with such a delicate flowery body, which could not suffer anything.

Anna asked, "Girl, lemme pour you a cup of hot tea. It was raining outside just now."

"Wait." I called her, "I remembered one thing before I woke up. Some things are not very clear ......" she looked at Anna, "How did I get sick?"

We used to have servants. Later, due to my medical condition, all the servants were sent away, so it was clear that I did not bear the disease. But if it is a sudden illness, she does not feel any discomfort these days. I feel strange.

Anna was shocked when she heard this, she grabbed my hand and almost shed tears again: "Girl, you have already been there for Mr. Antolini once, you can't do it again! Even if you don't think about it for yourself, You have to think about the master and Sir!"

Mr. Antolini? A man?

I asked, "Mr. Antolini?"

"Girl, what do you mean by that ...... Yes, Mr. Antolini is so heartless and not a good match, so it is right for you to forget him. I will not take the initiative to mention Mr. Antolini again as long as you are well." After saying that, Anna wiped her eyes again.

Anna is too weepy. I did not even ask for a few words. The lapel is already wet. If this continues....No way.

"Okay." I helplessly said, "Then do not mention you go first to get changed. Your dress is wet."

Anna, wide-eyed, seeing me look calm and not break down, hesitated for a moment and said: "I will go to change ...... I will be right back."

The room is quiet again.

The ointment that Anna rubbed was still standing on my hand, and I looked at this slender and tender hand in awe. A woman's strength is naturally weaker than a man's. To practice hand strength, I, from a young age, climbed to the capital East Royal Mountain to help the monks in the temple to pick up water and chop firewood. At first, it is also like this abrasion of hand skin. Gradually developing calluses will be fine. Then, two buckets can be easily carried, and stones can be hung on the wrist.

Only use the dumb way, day by day, and will also have been able to compete with men.

But now, everything is back to point zero. Not to mention taking away what originally belonged to me, this soft and fragile body can not bear to walk on a density full of thorns.

"Then let's practice." This may be a test given to me by the heavens as a price for my rebirth. What's so terrible about that?

Let's start all over again.