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

He saw her smile, her lips curved into a beautiful arc.

But there was deep despair in the eyes: "Gong Yanmo, for your great cause, you can use tricks if you want, and hit anyone you want. There is nothing wrong with that. But why do you have to pull the innocent me in?" ? Why——made me fall in love with you? Why did you send me back to the palace? Why did you have to use me? Don’t you know that my heart hurts too?”

"You said you love me, and if you love me, you will plan me like this? Is this the way you love? Haha, Gong Yanmo, no, Jin Yunguo's hero is roughly the Eighth Prince! Did you plan on me and let me be yours?" Chess piece, should I feel honored?"

She was still wearing the armor of a Jinyun Kingdom soldier, and the armor was covered with deep and shallow blood stains.

Not a single drop belongs to her, but they all belong to the relatives she cares about the most...[

Little bits and pieces, like her broken heart.

Her words were as aggressive as a knife, leaving Gong Yanmo almost speechless.

Her face was as pale as snow, but the smile on her lips was like a blooming manjusawa.There is a kind of enchanting indifference and despair: "Gong Yanmo, I hate you! I don't want to see you again in this life. From now on, let's cut off our ties!"

She slowly opened her fingers, and in the palm of her hand was the little figure of suet and jade.

Her eyebrows are lively and agile.

This was given to her the night before he set off.

She has been wearing it around her neck as a treasure, and she is reluctant to take it off at night when she sleeps.

At this moment, it was lying quietly in her palm, crystal clear and translucent, with faint brilliance flowing in it.

When Gong Yanmo saw her take out this thing, his heart sank suddenly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Little rabbit! Don't..."