Love is even colder than snow

Jing Mo squatted down. He held his head hard. He saw a thick fog again.

In the fog, there was a woman in plain clothes.

He could not see the woman's face clearly, but he could see the wrinkled apple in her hand.

The apple was obviously hidden in her arms for a long time. She was never willing to eat it, but she gave it to him without hesitation.

He saw her curved lips. He stared hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see her complete face.

"Jingmo, try this apple. It's delicious."

Jing Mo saw himself in the fog and took the apple in the woman's hand.

Instead of eating the apple immediately, he said to her, "don't you eat it?"

"I've eaten it. This apple is for you."

He looked at her suspiciously. When she saw that he hadn't eaten the apple all the time, she couldn't help worrying, "Jing Mo, I didn't lie to you. I really ate it! Eat quickly! If you don't eat again, I'll be angry! "

At that time, Jing Mo really slandered apple.

Once, he had no worries about food and clothing and was rich and powerful. However, after being locked up in the dungeon, a small apple became a luxury.

He took a hard bite of the apple. Although it was a little shriveled, there was still sweet juice oozing out. It was the best apple he had ever eaten.

He didn't eat fruit for a long time. On that day, he rarely gave up his usual elegance and wolfed down. After he ate the apple, he noticed that she was swallowing.

He thought that she had really eaten the apple. When he heard her swallowing, he suddenly realized that she didn't eat the apple. She was reluctant to eat the apple and left it to him.

"You haven't eaten an apple, have you?" He asked her with red eyes.

"The apple I ate is delicious. It's better than yours!"

Jingmo in the fog didn't speak. His eyes looked deeply at the woman in front of him. He wanted to hold her hard, but his legs were almost useless and he couldn't move.

His lips kept mumbling, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, several men with green dragon tattoos on their arms rushed in unkindly.

They came forward and punched and kicked him.

He was used to being treated like this. He leaned numbly by the bed with no half expression on his face.

But she kept crying, "stop! Stop it! Don't hit him again! If you do this, you will kill him! "

"Smelly woman, dare to take care of our business and seek death, don't you?!"

The first man said, slapping her in the face.

The door of the dungeon was suddenly pushed open again, and a woman in a big red dress came in.

The woman's face was also shrouded in a layer of fog. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, Jing Mo knew how strong malice was on her face.

The woman in red raised her feet, and the heel of her pointed high-heeled shoes stepped on the back of her hand, but she called stubbornly without a cry.

The woman in red didn't cry and beg for mercy when she saw her. The malice on her body became more and more intense. She directly raised her foot and kicked her face down.

"Don't you like fish? Don't you like the fish he made for you? I'll let you eat enough! "

With that, the woman in red asked people to hold her down. She fiercely pinched her jaw and put a live fish into her mouth.

"Stop!" Jing Mo shouted angrily. He wanted to stop the evil deeds of the woman in red, but his broken body couldn't do anything.

Again and again, she almost stuffed her mouth. The woman in red still didn't let her go.

Then, all kinds of rotten and smelly food were put into her mouth.

She vomited so desperately that she couldn't even spit out sour water at last. The evil deeds of the woman in red intensified.

She let those men hit her. She really hit her to death.

The blood color was misty, and Jing Mo's sight became more and more blurred, but he could clearly feel how much pain he felt in his heart.

For this, he was dependent on life and death. He gave his girl the apple he hid and was not willing to eat.

"Let her go! Let him go quickly! " He snapped at them, but in exchange for his scolding, they tortured her more cruelly.

"How does it taste? Isn't it so cool? "

The woman in red stepped forward. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand, grabbed her long hair and hit her hard against the wall.

"That's right! I locked you up here just to make you feel good enough! "

"Call me! Hit hard! If I don't stop, none of you will stop! "

Jing Mo really couldn't see her being tortured so hard. He roared to his heart and lungs, "let her go! What's up? Come to me! What's your ability to torture a weak woman?! You killed me! Kill me! "

"Smelly cripple, do you think I'll let you go?!"

The woman in red gently raised her hand. The men understood it and stopped torturing her.

The woman in red came forward step by step. She squatted in front of him and maliciously pinched his legs that he couldn't move.

"Smelly cripple, anyway, you can't stand up. What do you have to do with your legs! Why don't you just chop it! " Then the woman in red turned to the men and said, "cut off his legs for me!"

At her command, the leading man grabbed a cold shining knife and stood in front of Jing mo.

He made great efforts in his hand and slashed his leg with a sharp knife.

"No!"

She roared and tore her heart. She threw herself on him with her last strength. The knife waved by the man didn't cut his leg, but her left arm.

In an instant, the bright red blood dyed his face red and his eyes red.

"Jing Mo, how are you?" She trembled with pain. The first thing she asked was how he was.

At that moment, Jing Mo, a clank man who bled without tears, burst into tears.

The woman in red was very satisfied with her tragedy. With a sad smile, she took the men and left the dark dungeon together.

The fog shrouded most of her body, but suddenly, the fog shrouded between her waist and abdomen slowly dispersed.

He could clearly see that her abdomen was high and bulging. It seemed that she was about to give birth.

He knows that she is his sugar, and he also knows that his sugar is square sugar.

But Fang Tang, in those four years, she didn't get pregnant and gave birth to a child for him. How could she have such a big stomach?!

Is it hard, sugar cube? It's not his sugar at all?!

The phantom in front of him disappeared for a moment. Jing Mo suddenly raised his face. His blood red eyes looked at the sugar cube standing beside him with concern, "sugar cube, you are not my sugar! Tell me, my sugar, who is it? "