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

"So much so that I couldn't resist the backlash of that fierce inner alchemy, and almost died... In the end, it was all because of you! You almost killed him, what face do you have to come to him? What face do you have to live in this world ?”

Xu'er's eyes stared closely at Mu Yue's eyes, with a kind of cold and sharp light.

The emerald green is like a lake of clear water under the moonlight, shining with sparkling green light, which is captivating.

Mu Yue's heart was in a trance for a while, guilt, sadness, and heartbreak came together.

He stared blankly at Xu'er's eyes. [

Xu'er sneered slightly, and a strange light blue appeared in her green eyes: "What face does a person like you have to live in this world? It's better to be dead!"

"It's better to be dead..."

Mu Yue murmured and repeated, her body felt extremely stiff as if acupuncture points had been tapped for a moment.

Her body and her eyes seemed to be firmly controlled by an invisible force, unable to move or move away.

The sadness in her heart flooded, and wave after wave hit her heart.

There is only one thought in my mind: "It's better to be dead, it's better to be dead..."

Xu'er fixed her eyes firmly on her.

The green pupils are pure and bottomless.

There are dark waves flowing inside, interweaving countless kinds of indescribable strange colors.

It's like a fascinating kaleidoscope that makes people dizzy.

Mu Yue seemed to be under some kind of curse, she couldn't move at all, and her eyes blurred...

There was a sudden jump in her heart, and she faintly sensed that something was wrong.

She wanted to move her eyes away, but her body didn't feel like her own.

Bound by that certain power, from the inside out, the sword in her hand trembled and wanted to swing it out, but she had no strength.

"Are you regretting it now? Then die? You can redeem your sins if you die..."

Xu'er's voice pierced through her brain like a magic sound, making Mu Yue feel in a trance for a while.

That's right, she's dead, her heart won't hurt so much after she dies...

The sword in Mu Yue's hand was lifted up inch by inch, and the cold tip of the sword was about to touch her own neck. Bleak Bleak 