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

Gong Yanmo pursed her thin lips and narrowed her eyes.

"Ah? Whose name am I called?" Feng Lingyan was a little curious.

"Think for yourself!" Gong Yanmo hit her on the head with the flute.

"Hmph, how do I guess? So many people... Yun Xinglie?" Feng Lingyan scratched his hair.Try to name one.

Gong Yanmo shook his head.His eyes were a little cold. [

"Tianjingxin?"

Feng Lingyan thought of that cold sharpshooter.

Code-named Zero Zero Three, she is ruthless to everyone, but she is the only one who loves her like a little sister.

"Hmph! No." A vein popped faintly on Gong Yanmo's forehead.

"Meng Tianxiao?" Feng Lingyan continued his efforts.

I also thought of Ling Lingba who always looked like a ruffian and laughed so much that the whole world celebrated.

He is obviously older than her, but he entered the door later than her, always pestering her behind her to call her little senior sister, like brown sugar, he can't even shake him off.

She must have dreamed about him just now.

Unexpectedly, his clinging skills have become more refined, and he actually chased her in her dream.

The fingers holding Dongxiao turned white, and Gong Yanmo's voice became colder: "Not really. Guess again!"

neither?Who is that?

Feng Lingyan scratched her scalp: "That—is Kate?"

The only foreigner in the Flame Organization, assembling firearms is as easy as a child playing with mud, and he is as gentle as a doctor.

Killing without blinking an eye.A veritable killer.

Tightening his wrist, Gong Yanmo pulled her into his arms, with a half-smile in his eyes, he uttered a few words softly: "Little rabbit, how many men do you know?! They——do you miss them so much?"