Reincarnated as a villainess: Tilsim Bertarini's revenge

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I rubbed my wrist and smiled, "You'd better not regret it."

The man thought he must be dreaming. He squeezed his thigh, then screamed in pain, "ouch."

It was not like a dream.

But if it wasn't in a dream, how could one explain what was happening in front of him?

But in a moment, his men had fallen to the ground, and the originator was dusting off his clothes with his feet on the stone steps. Feeling the man's gaze, Tilsim looked over. Tilsim's eyes were clear and bright, making the man shiver.

He had never seen this look of Tilsim before.

Tilsim was different from this. She is pretty, mean, and vain. There are countless women like her. The lucky ones can climb to rich and noble families as concubines. The unfortunate ones are married to the ordinary, living a hard life, and suffering aggression. Tilsim is raised like a crystal in a jar. Her hands are either playing the piano or painting, at least not for beating people up.

But just now, he witnessed the hands turn into a fist.

Too scary. What kind of medicine did she take? Her strength became so strong overnight.

"Don't send me this kind of gift again." I spoke warmly, "I don't like it."

"Good, good, good." the man said several "good" words in a row, afraid that I did not believe, and then said, "You can ask for whatever you like, and I will buy you ...... can?"

"That's not necessary." I laughed: "Don't make such jokes in the future."

"Yes, yes, yes." He was grateful.

Tilsim left quickly, leaving the ground full of groans. Unaware that somewhere upstairs on the Drunken Jade after Tilsim had gone, someone had loosened the hand holding the fan, and the gauze curtain covered the remnants of the wall downstairs.

"When did the women in the capital become so brave?" It was a light-hearted voice, full of laughter and teasing.

" Could this be the reason for your delay in coming for a wife?"

His words still needed to be answered.

The man took up the conversation again, "Uncle, why don't you inquire around and see which girl it is? How about taking it under your tent as a female mage if it's good? "

"Bang," someone's fingertips lightly buttoned the desktop, half a cup of coffee on the lid "whoosh," unerringly into his mouth, gagging him dumbfounded.

"Oops, oops-" the man reluctantly opened his teeth and claws.''It burns!''

"If you say one more word of nonsense, I'll throw you down from here." A lazy, indifferent voice interrupted the other man's next accusation.

The room was instantly silent.

The "stream of light" plucked by the piano strings slowly flowed through the elegant room, blocking the spring light outside the window. Someone whispered a "petty" muttered, quickly drowned out by the sound of the piano.

......

Ben was relieved to see that Tilsim had returned unharmed.

"Are you okay? Where are he and the others?" Ben asked.

"I reasoned with them, and they left. They even said they would come to apologize some other day and would not do such things in the future." I said, "Leave them alone and continue selling cakes."

Ben looked at Tilsim skeptically.

But Tilsim looked like she didn't want to say much, and she didn't seem to be hurt in any way...

"Do you have any clean clothes?" I asked when we were heading home.

Ben showed a look of incomprehension."What's wrong?"

''Do I have to tell you?'' I said.

Ben's expression was breaking down.

After sending the teenager away, I picked and chose before finding a maroon round-necked narrow-sleeved long coat. Dad gave all the money to his daughter. Ben did not even have a decent piece of clothing, and the color of the wash was old.

The good thing is that Ben and I are about the same size. It barely fits.

I dressed as a male mage and had long been perfect in her previous life. At least in those years, no one found anything wrong. This life as a man dressed up did not feel half astringent. It's a pity that I wanted to be a male. But when I wore these clothes, I looked like a young man from a low-income family and barely looked good.

I paced around the house for a few steps, feeling safe, before secretly opening the door, walking to the courtyard, my body leaping over the wall swiftly, and coming to the street.

I have not been able to go out like this for many years. I married and lost my eyesight.

These lively, prosperous, beautiful things seem to have been very far away from me, but tonight, with the night breeze blowing from the lake together with lost and found, I am truly free.

I am grateful that I am starting all over again.

Wo Yan stopped in front of most prominent and most famous gambling place in the capital.