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

There was some tremor in the voice.

Gong Yanmo's voice softened: "That's good. Take a good rest and recharge your batteries so that you can cope with the big situation the day after tomorrow."

Gong Wuye said in a respectful voice: "Yes, this subordinate obeys. Then—do you want the opera troupe to sing again?"

There was a deep disgust in the voice.

"There's no need to sing. The mansion has been very lively these two days, and the secret passage has finally been built, so there is no need to rely on those voices to cover it up." Gong Yanmo replied lightly. [

"That's great. Brother—my lord, you don't know. I've been listening to operas for so many years that I almost want to throw up. After the big event is successful, the first thing my subordinates do is to kill everyone in the opera troupe in the prime minister's mansion." Drop it! Let them stop poisoning my ears."

"As you like."

There was some tiredness in Gong Yanmo's voice.

Feng Lingyan stood on the iron ladder blankly, her palms were cold and wet.

It was obviously not cold in this secret passage, but she seemed to have fallen into a hole in the ice.

The body trembled slightly.There were bursts of blackness in front of my eyes.

……

"What do you say? Don't you understand how I treat you?"

Because I, Gong Yanmo, only love one person in this life, and I only want to be with her.The white head is inseparable.

Little rabbit, I only like you in this life.I will take you away!

"Little rabbit, will you marry me?"

"Ayan, don't leave me."

"Would you believe me if I said—you're my only woman?"

……

Those whispers that are still in my ears, rippling in a trance, seem to be still in my ears.

Under the sweet and gentle appearance of those romantic love affairs, there is such a bloody reality hidden.

Her legs felt weak for a while, as if an invisible hand was holding her ankle.

Without breaking a sweat, let her fall into hell.

The feet are empty, and there is no redemption. [