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

The girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, with blue hair like a waterfall, and picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Xiuxiu sat next to Bi Dongliu, but a pair of eyes drifted to Gong Yanmo from time to time.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her bright eyes were slightly shining.

For some reason, Feng Lingyan's heart suddenly sank!

The girl's eyes are full of envy when she looks at Gong Yanmo, even a blind person can see it! [

Can't help but take a look at Gong Yanmo, seeing his white clothes are like snow, seem to be fluttering like fluttering.

His expression was still calm and cold, and he held the white jade cup with his white fingertips, and the emerald green tea in the cup was rippling.

Gao Guizhong has a few extra dusts, like an exiled fairy in the sky.

Feng Lingyan's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed secretly.

This guy is obviously wearing a human skin mask, and his appearance is not too outstanding.

But he was still able to make a dignified appearance.

It's clearly here to seduce girls!

Hmph, evildoer!She is simply a monster born to harm people...

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Gong Yanmo and Bi Dongliu raised their heads together.

That Bi Dongliu was also quite able to hold his breath, and actually held back from opening his mouth first.

Gong Yanmo looked at her coldly: "Ayan, how is it?"

"The face is full of peach blossoms, and the silver needles are red and green."

Feng Lingyan's answer was concise and firm.

Handed the silver needle to his hand.

Hmph, she just talked about the symptoms, to see if he also knows what kind of poison it is.

Gong Yanmo's eyes flashed, and he looked at Bi Dongliu: "How long has Mrs. Xuan been ill?"

"Brother Gong, my princess sister-in-law has been in a coma for two months and eighteen days."

Before Bi Dongliu could speak, the woman in pink rushed to answer.

The voice is as crisp as a yellow oriole, as soft as flowing water, with a heart-pounding rhythm. [

It seemed that what came out of her small mouth was not words, but pearls.