Masked Princess: The stunning school grass is very black

Chapter 370 [It's a pity it's not you: like a wandering soul]

So, she decided to freeze her to death, she was so afraid of the cold, this kind of cold must be a kind of torture for her, tortured until she froze to death.

That night, after they succeeded in their affairs, they sent her a message, saying that everything was a success, and they gave one more person as a gift.

Originally thinking about Tong Yaze, although he had nothing to do with her, I still felt a little unbearable, but when I thought about how he usually helped that bitch, she would show his favor to him, but he refused every time, hum! !Just let them die together.

That day, she thought that this would be a success, so she happily went to sea with a group of friends.

However, when she came back, she found that that bastard Qi Nuannuan was still alive, and after that, she couldn't get through to that underworld organization.

Everything, as if nothing happened.

Suddenly, her heart became panicked, that bitch Qi Nuannuan must know that she did it, and whether she would do anything to her.

She suddenly remembered what her mother said to her when she went to see her mother for the last time.

Mom said, don't provoke Qi Nuannuan anymore, since you can't get anything, and you can't get it back, then give up!

Mom said that she suddenly regretted doing that, and she wanted her to forget everything and live a good life.

But, how could this kind of hatred be forgotten, every day in the big house, she was alone, like a lonely wandering soul, she felt very empty, very lonely, very lonely...

The more she wanted to forget, that kind of hatred was engulfing her like a cloud of black mist. She couldn't forget the shame of her proud daughter being trampled under her feet. - A kind of prostration.

These, she can't forget, she can't accept it even more, she wants to get everything back, but the only way to get it back is to let Qi Nuannuan die.

However, it would not be so simple to let Nuan Nuan die if she died, she would also let her die in pain.

However, all of this was unsuccessful.

Her breath suddenly became quicker, and the expression on her face became even more restless. She was breathing heavily and frantically flipping over the coffee table, took out a syringe, sucked it into a small bottle, and stuck it on her arm .

It wasn't until the liquid in the syringe disappeared that her chaotic face slowly returned to calm.

(End of this chapter)