Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

And she, because she disobeyed her master, was imprisoned here by her master to think about her mistakes.

It has been more than two months without taking a step out of this enchantment!

Seeing Feng Lingyan at this moment, new and old grudges were drawn together, and he couldn't help showing up to ridicule her.

Feng Lingyan didn't know what happened afterwards, hearing her say this, her heart was pounding.

Seeing her miserable smile at this moment, my heart moved. [

Heroes don't ask about their origins, and rogues don't ask about their age.

Perhaps, she really fell in love with Yueli, maybe...

Couldn't help but said: "What you call out in your sleep may not necessarily be liking. Dreams are originally illusory things. You don't have to pay too much attention to them."

She still remembered that in modern times, there was a time when Meng Tianxiao wrapped her tightly around her, which made her dream several times.

I talked in my sleep several times, and was overheard by the boss once, which made the boss misunderstand for several days...

Meng Hongchao was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at her.

Is she trying to comfort her?

Feng Lingyan said a word, and secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.

I am not usually such a kind-hearted eighth-wife.

Maybe it's because of my love, so I can't see other women trapped by love...

He smiled lightly.

Yueli was his friend, so if he just had no love for Meng Hongchao, then of course he couldn't force it.

Just let it be.

There is no need to intervene...

She turned and walked towards the red mist.

"Don't go there! It's poisonous!"

Meng Hongchao couldn't help but speak.

I don't know why I should remind her.

Feng Ling didn't return his cigarette butt: "I know."

At a distance of one foot from the red mist, stop.

The red mist rolled and rolled, looking tangible and qualitative.

Feng Lingyan pondered for a moment, picked up a wooden stick beside him, and stuck it into the red mist.

The scoffing sound was endless, as if being poured into sulfuric acid.

Feng Lingyan withdrew his hand suddenly, and the wooden stick fell to the ground.

The front end has disappeared, and countless red lines are spreading along the stripes of the wooden stick.

The sound was like popping beans, and wherever it went, everything was corroded.

If Feng Lingyan hadn't let go in time, she would have been reimbursed with one hand.

Red blood poison!