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

There was a moment of dizziness in front of my eyes, and the hot blood flowed back into the respiratory tract,

She wanted to choke, but her acupoints were pressed, and she couldn't even cough.

There was a burst of breathlessness and tinnitus, and bursts of cold hands and feet.

I smiled wryly.

Gong Yanmo was afraid that he would run away or commit suicide, so he tapped his acupoints. [

But I didn't expect that I would choke to death with a mouthful of blood...

How would he feel when he came back and saw that the tool to vent his desire had just died like this?

Gradually dizzy in the head, losing all sanity.

……

A hot current forcibly poured into her chest, and rushed upwards along her chest and abdomen.

In a coma, Feng Lingyan only felt a tickle in his throat, and finally coughed it out.

With this choking cough, the blood clot in her throat spurted out...

"Ayan! Ahyan! You are not allowed to die! Wake up for me! Wake up!"

The hoarse voice was trembling with pain, calling in her ear continuously.

Feng Lingyan's body trembled slightly, and his sanity gradually recovered.

She moved slightly.The embrace holding her froze suddenly.

A hand touched her cheek, coldly but cautiously: "Ayan, Ayan..."

Feng Ling's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was a pale face, more like a dead person than she, who was almost dead.

It's just that there is a pair of eyes that absorb all darkness on that pale face.

As deep as the deepest and darkest night, it seemed to suck her whole body in and drag her into the eternal hell.

He was still dressed in white, but the chest of his white clothes was stained with blood clots from her spray.

Even that jade-like face had a few blood stains, making it look very distressed.

Feng Lingyan heaved a sigh of relief, it turned out that he was not dead, what a pity...[