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

She tried her best to open her eyes, but there seemed to be a heavy weight hanging on her eyelids, and she couldn't open them at all.

In a hurry, he passed out again.

In a trance, it seems that he has returned to his own era, and he is performing a mission with his best buddy Yun Xinglie.

After exhausting untold hardships, he finally killed the big drug lord, but he didn't expect that the big drug lord raised his hand when he was dying.

The shot hit Yun Xinglie's vest, the blood mist splashed, and Yun Xinglie fell down slowly... [

"Strong!"

Feng Lingyan screamed and opened his eyes suddenly!

When she opened her eyes, her body froze suddenly.

She—she saw a terrible scene...

A jet-black, satin-like black hair hung down on his chest, and although a certain part of his chest was numb, it felt warm...

Belittled!

Feng Lingyan's shock was no small matter, he almost didn't even think about it, and slapped it with his palm!

As soon as the man retreated like a cloud and flowing water, her slap was in vain.

The man brushed the hair on his forehead and smiled slightly: "Little girl, I saved your life, but you slapped me, what do you mean?"

He is graceful and refined, and with a slight smile, he is like three thousand peach blossoms blooming.

Feng Lingyan's heart skipped a beat, and she almost couldn't move her eyes away.

He cursed secretly in his heart, what does he, a big man, do to harm the country and the people?

A troublesome woman... No, it's a troublesome woman!

She looked around subconsciously, only to realize that she was lying on a brocade couch.

Soft bedding, fluttering tassels, and rosin wood furniture.

There is an incense burner on the plum blossom table, and a wisp of clear smoke exudes a curling fragrance.

This room is elegant and gorgeous, not like an ordinary guest room.

And the wound on his chest has been bandaged.

The wound feels cool and comfortable, and the rustling pain is no longer there. [