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

The eyes behind the mask of the man in purple flickered slightly: "The princess's life is in your hands. Forgive her for not giving you a fake formula, right? What's more, the princess has given you the formula for more than two months. Would you return it?" Don’t know the authenticity of this recipe?”

His heckling was so aggressive.

Lu Mengsheng could no longer justify himself, and sweat rolled down his face: "Subordinate...subordinate..."

He suddenly shot up violently, and repeatedly shot with both hands, several faint colored mist flew out from his nails, covering the man in purple.

He was extremely fast, the distance between the two was close, and the attack was sudden, almost as quick as lightning. [

If it were any other person, he would not be able to escape from his deadly poisonous fan.

But after all, he underestimated their leader.

As soon as he started, a green shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and then his neck suddenly hurt, and he couldn't lift his breath anymore.

He opened his eyes wide, watching in vain the leader in purple waving his sleeves leisurely.

The colorful mist that just flew out rolled back and flew into his neck one after another.

Itching, numbness, pain... All kinds of uncomfortable feelings rushed down his neck and hit every nerve in his body.

He couldn't stand anymore and fell down with a thud.

There is a green, thin leaf embedded in his throat.

A thread of blood meanders down the leaves, like a cool snake...

His throat convulsed a few times, and he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Rolling his eyes, he took his last breath.

The man in purple leaned over, stretched out his white palm like jade, and gently closed his eyes that were dying.

He sighed softly: "Obviously I can't be fooled, why do you always try to lie to me?"

He was obviously smiling, but his eyes were cold.