Traps Of Love

Mi Xiaoya was stunned for just a second. Wen Jingchu's hand had already pinched her neck.

Mi Xiaoya's whole body is not a trace of temperature, her eyes are almost wide to the limit, and her emotion is so complex that she stares at the person in front of her.

In front of me, it seemed that I was completely crazy. My hair was so messy that it blocked my face. It was stained with blood. The red eyes full of hatred in the crevices of my hair seemed more terrible than the devil!

"No - no -! I'm not Leng Yucheng! " Mi Xiaoya has a huge pain in her neck, and it's very difficult to breathe. She knows that she can't reason with Wen Jingchu now, so she has to struggle to escape first.

Wen Jingchu's ferocious face had been twisted. She roared wildly, her desperate voice was mixed with blood, "don't cheat me! I want you to die! Go to hell

Mi Xiaoya can't speak at this time. She can only grasp Wen Jingchu's wrist and pull hard. However, MI Xiaoya soon realizes that her strength can't be compared with Wen Jingchu's.

The feeling of panic will be involved in MI Xiaoya panic situation in all directions, her blood is almost frozen at this moment, she can't die here! More can't let wenjingchu kill her!

No matter who died between her and Wen Jingchu, the end is the biggest blow to Leng Zetian! He, too, will go mad!

Mi Xiaoya's tears are pouring out. She can't treat Leng Zetian like this. She can't make him suffer so much! She can't die like this!

If all this is the plot of Leng Yucheng, then it is even more unforgivable!

"Go to hell! Damn you Wen Jingchu's eyes were bloodthirsty and dangerous.

At the critical moment, MI Xiaoya stretched out a hand to grab the mobile phone in her clothes. Finally, she turned on her cell phone and put it between two people.

The weak light on the screen of the mobile phone suddenly makes the dark room have lighting.

Wenjingchu's eyes were stabbed by the screen light for a long time. She couldn't help twisting her head.

At this time, MI Xiaoya saw the right time, and used all her strength to break away from the clamp of wenjingchu. At the same time, she adjusted the brightness of the mobile phone screen to the maximum!

Mi Xiaoya coughed violently. When she finally passed a breath, she immediately said hoarsely, "Jingchu, you can see clearly, I'm not Leng Yucheng!"

"Aren't you --" Wen Jingchu's red eyes were wide open, empty, desperate, painful, shocked, and countless emotions turned in the complexity.

Mi Xiaoya was extremely distressed. She wanted to comfort her, but she didn't dare to approach her. Her eyes were covered with mist. She said softly, "you can see clearly, who am I?"

Wen Jingchu endured the pain, facing the stabbing pain of the light, looking in the direction of MI Xiaoya.

At one glance, she was petrified and completely stunned.

Mi Xiaoya was worried and flustered when she saw that she didn't speak. She lowered the light of her mobile phone a little, then put it on her face and said softly, "Jingchu, I'm your white sister. I'm here to save you. Don't be afraid. "

When she said this, she burst into tears. I don't know whether it's for the sake of calmness or coldness.

Wenjingchu's eyes are still empty, the next moment, with blood red tears suddenly fall down.

As soon as her legs softened, she fell to the ground and fell to the ground, suddenly sobbing in pain.

The shrill, sad cry reverberated in the narrow room, which was unbearable to listen to.

Mi Xiaoya felt that her heart was pulling and she could hardly bear the pain.