It was a pair of lake-blue eyes, and the slightly drooping corners of the eyes made her look more innocent, and although the little girl's face still had the baby fat that had not faded, it had gradually taken on the outline of a girl, and the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl was like a green fruit on the branches, waiting for the day when it ripened.

However, what made Bai Mengmeng pay more attention was what many girls looked like, but the hatred that surged in her chest.

This kind of hatred came extremely suddenly, so that Bai Mengmeng was almost carried away by hatred, she looked at the little girl, and only felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Kill her, kill her, kill her!

There is a voice in her heart that is constantly shouting, and this voice is eating away at Bai Mengmeng's reason little by little, like an anthill on the river embankment, devouring Bai Mengmeng's reason little by little.

She had to take a big breath to keep herself from being completely dominated by the hatred.

Soon, Bai Mengmeng looked away and continued to look at the others.

After looking at the crowd, Bai Mengmeng turned her head to Feng Xian and said a word, and then left the transport ship under the escort of Feng Xian and Yu Meiren.

And as everyone left one by one, the atmosphere in the transport ship suddenly relaxed, after all, those guys looked too scary, especially the two with masks, everyone had a feeling that they would be caught and stewed in the next moment.

"Bai Mengmeng."

The blue-eyed girl sat back in her seat and leaned her head against the window, revealing a cruel look in her clear-colored eyes.

She actually became the queen.

This turn of events was incredible to her, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was not a big deal.

After all, as long as a person does not die, no one can say what kind of chances he will have.

"But so what?"

The girl blew on the hair that fell in front of her, and a smile like a flower bloomed on her face, well, what about the queen?

After all, even if it's a queen, it's ...... What about the rebels.

Bai Mengmeng casually ripped off the mask on her face, the collar around her neck, and the fine ornaments on her body, and the whole person fell directly on the bed, that hatred was too strong, and Bai Mengmeng, who was so rich to now, couldn't help but tremble when she thought of those lake-blue eyes.

And Bai Mengmeng is very sure that this hatred is definitely not because of herself.

Then there is only one possibility, and that is the residual emotion of the original owner.

However, the original owner is already dead, but he can still leave such deep emotions, so how much enmity does that little girl have with the original owner?

The hatred of killing the father and taking the wife is probably like this, right?

After taking a deep breath for a long time, Bai Mengmeng suppressed this hatred.

"I don't know what grievances you suffered in your life."

Sitting up from the bed with a bone, Bai Mengmeng looked at her arm and couldn't help but talk to herself.

She has never been curious about the past of "Bai Mengmeng", but at this time she began to be curious, what did she experience to have such a deep hatred?

This hatred almost condensed into substance, and became a sharp blade, cutting her to pieces with the girl.

Her arm moved almost imperceptibly, as if in response to Bai Mengmeng's words.

"But those eyes ...... It's familiar. ”

Bai Mengmeng's mind couldn't help but think of the girl's eyes and maroon soft hair, where had she seen her?