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

The bare mountains, the bare water, the bare big yards.

There is a large group of children in the yard.

These children, without exception, are all handsome.

But they were dressed in rags, with fear written on their little faces, and some simply started crying.

One of them stood out in particular. [

Although her beautiful face was a little pale, her lips were tightly pressed, and she stood in a corner of the yard without crying or fussing.

The hands are clenched in the sleeves, as if they are holding something.

Feng Lingyan was taken aback, the child looked so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Gong Yanmo!

This child is like a miniature version of Gong Yanmo...

"start!"

A slightly hoarse voice came from nowhere.

The sound was like a curse.

A gust of wind blew up, covering the line of sight, and the air in the compound suddenly became tense.

Someone yelled, and the child who was crying in despair just now turned into a little wolf.

The children in the yard suddenly started killing each other...

Swords and swords, blood and rain, and desperate cries and screams from time to time——

Xiaogong Yanmo leaned against the wall, seemingly frightened.

A child rushed towards him wielding a long knife.

Before the person arrived, the knife light was already approaching Gong Yanmo's throat.

Gong Yanmo's body shrank suddenly, and the object in his hand was released, and a cold light pierced into the heart of the child...

Feng Lingyan froze, what a quick move!What a fast knife!

This kid was born to be a killer—

A daze flashed across Gong Yanmo's eyes for a moment, and he was not as fierce as when he just killed someone. [

There was no expression on his face, but his body trembled slightly, looking at the knife in his hand.

Look at it like this - this should be his first time killing people.

In the blink of an eye, blood was everywhere in the yard.

"stop!"