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

The voice is cool, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

Feng Lingyan was stunned for a moment, and his head froze for a while, before finally he really woke up.

Only then did I realize that I had traveled through time, and my soul was still in this empty dynasty.

When she raised her eyes, she was facing Shanggong Yanmo's eyes that were as deep as the sea, but with hints of evil charm.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately yelled ferociously: "Why did you let your big cat bite me?!" [

The white tiger roared beside him.

I am a white tiger, not a big cat!

Gong Yanmo squinted at her: "I'll play the flute for you, yet you dare to sleep?!"

Uh... Speaking of this, Feng Lingyan felt a little guilty.

He looked at Gong Yanmo's slightly frowned brows.For some reason, she thought of Fat Ding.

Fat Ding's singing is beautiful, but it has a hypnotic effect.

Every time I sing, the people below will be sung to sleep.

Then Fat Ding will be very angry and very angry——

seem--

It's a bit unreasonable...

She smiled dryly: "That - your music is so beautiful..."

"Beautiful made you fall asleep??"

"Hehe, hehe, yes, I feel sleepy when I hear beautiful music. This is really a strange problem... You, why are you looking at me like this? What I said is true..."





"Well, this is really not a good problem... What did you dream about just now?"



Gong Yanmo's voice was a little sinister.

[

"Huh?" Feng Lingyan blinked.



"You're talking in your sleep." Gong Yanmo pointed out coolly.





"Did I talk in my sleep? What did you say?"



A black line slid down Feng Lingyan's forehead.Does she still have the problem of talking in her sleep?



"You're calling a name. A man's name."

