The endless pain finally eased, Wang Zhen gasped and stared at Xiao Lan tightly. Is this still his daughter? How could it be? Xiao Lan lowered her hand, her blood dripping and steaming.

Xiao Lan looked back at Ji Xue and smiled weirdly.

"Dad, shall I ask you a question?" Xiao Lan said as she gently pressed her hand on Wang Zhen's heart, and the muscles on Wang Zhen's body tightened for the first time, and the whole person subconsciously trembled.

He threw his head back desperately, but Xiaolan pressed it tighter.

The fear of death weighed on his already manic nerves, and despite his efforts to keep a cool head, his efforts were to no avail. His head was empty, and Xiao Lan's evil eyes occupied all his vision.

"Since you don't love me, you don't want to raise me, and you don't even like me, why did you give birth to me in the first place?"

"Of course I love you!" Wang Zhen squeezed out an ugly smile on his face, repeating this sentence in a low voice as if he was self-hypnosis. Xiao Lan shook her head, with a disappointed look on her face, and when she arrived, Wang Zhenru was sentenced to death, her face was sallow, and her lips were pale.

"How much I loved your mom back then, and we really wanted to bring you into the world. We ·······"

"But you're acting like you're in the courthouse and want to kick me away. Xiao Lan's palm was slightly forced, Wang Zhen panicked, and tried his best to come up with a way to slow Xiao Lan down. Unintentionally, his gaze fell on the puppet-like Ji Xue.

"It's all your mother's fault!" Wang Zhen said loudly: "It's her, she won't let me raise you, and she is still forced to die, what else can I do? Although my relationship with your mother has broken down, can I watch her go to death?"

At this time, Wang Zhen's eyes showed a pleading look: "Xiaolan, Dad loves you." I'm just not good at expressing myself. Listen to me, the world of adults is very complicated, and when you grow up, you will naturally ······."

Xiao Lan suddenly exerted force, and that hand sank into Wang Zhen's heart, grabbing his heart. Wang Zhen's throat was sweet and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You really love me so much, that's why you hit me out when you're unhappy. Xiao Lan didn't forget to add: "By the way, you still don't allow me to tell my mother." ”

At this time, Ji Xue, whose eyes had been stiff, trembled with her fingers.

Chen Jiang's pupils dilated suddenly, and he realized a very cruel question, Xiao Lan or gluttony, Ji Xue could hear their conversation.

"But I really don't understand the love of adults. Xiao Lan showed a very puzzled look, "Because you love me, you can beat me and scold me for no reason." Because you love me, you can just throw me to an old woman who sells vegetables on the side of the road and go to play with the big sisters. Or is it because you love me, so you can shout in court that this burden loves whoever wants it, anyway, if I don't want to hurt people, you really love me so much!"

Xiao Lan's face became serious: "Na, why did you give birth to me?"

The sound of empty footsteps came from far and near, and Chen Jiang's attention was suddenly attracted by the new footsteps. Now, who is coming back? It took him a great deal of effort before he twisted his stiff neck and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

At that moment, Chen Jiang's heart was like thousands of troops crossing the border, and there was a chaos of soldiers.

How is it possible? The person who came turned out to be gluttonous. Isn't he supposed to ······

Chen Jiang's eyes fell on Xiao Lan, who was still asking Wang Zhen, could it be that she was really Xiao Lan.

Unexpectedly let a little girl do such a heartbreaking thing, before the gluttony was approaching, Chen Jiang scolded him. Get rid of a manic trapped beast alive.

Gluttony holds his hands behind his back, hums a birthday song, and walks with light steps and elegant postures. It feels like he's heading to a dance party, and not far from the dance floor is a dance floor filled with light-hearted waltz music.

"Go on, don't look at me. Gluttony approached, smiled and made a gesture of please, and then jerked off the white cloth that covered the table.

Hammers, hand axes, scalpels, knives for seppuku, scissors, all the instruments that can be used for the corpse are available, two layers above and below, placed in an orderly manner.

An RV drove into the garage quickly and came to a near stop beside Chen Jiang.

Before Chen Jiang knew what was going to happen, several cooks got out of the RV carrying a movable stove. They were followed by a lot of cooks, some with boards, some with pots and bottled water. Right next to Chen Jiang, set up a simple kitchen.

Gluttony retreated, walked in front of Chen Jiang, and stood side by side with him.

Chen Jiang was confused, opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't figure out a clue. What I wanted to say, I got stuck in my throat and couldn't spit it out.

"Remember to settle the bill tomorrow, invited from the Kyoto Hotel, they bill by the second. ”

"So what are you going to do?"

"It's a shame that such fresh ingredients are wasted, so I took it upon myself to hire some chefs from a friend. You probably don't know, right? Kyoto Grand Hotel is a contractor for previous state banquets, and the chefs hired are all one by one, so you are in good hands. ”

His gluttonous lips were more rosy than ever today, making his face paler and paler. Wang Zhen's breath withered, and his whole person seemed to shrink into a ball. Now, as long as Xiaolan is willing, she can pinch Wang Zhen's heart at any time. She didn't do this, but turned her head, glanced at Ji Xue, and slowly withdrew her hand.

"To be honest," she wiped blood from Wang Zhen's body.

Wang Zhen was dying at this time, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time. Gluttony blew in Ji Xue's ear, and Ji Xue's stiff eyes suddenly became lively.

"Be honest. Tao Tao repeated Xiao Lan's question, and the words came out of his mouth with a kind of demagogic magic.

Wang Zhen got some kind of hint, and said faintly as if he was crazy: "Of course, it's because she's cheap." Is it that she wants to give birth to me, what does it have to do with me? I'm tired of it, what kind of life has Lao Tzu lived since you were born? I'm fed up with going home every day to see you crying. ”

Wang Zhen laughed inexplicably, and the hiss of laughter cracked his lungs, and he almost lost his breath.

It seems that he has no intention of repenting. Chen Jiang's eyes became colder and colder.

"Because you are holding me, I can't have fun. It turns out that raising a child is this feeling, special, whoever gives birth regrets it!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his eyes widened, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot: "Yes, you are a burden." I'm not only going to kick you, but I'm going to kick your mother! Look at what kind of life Lao Tzu is living now······"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Heavenly Spirit Gai was shaken by a sudden heavy blow.

At this moment, Wang Zhen's head was surprisingly heavy, and it was no exaggeration to say that he felt that his neck was about to be broken by his head.

Sticky and hot blood snaked down his forehead.

He shook his head and struggled to lift his head. His vision was blurry at times and clear at times, and the image of the man standing in front of him was like a candle flame fluttering in the wind.

Chen Jiang's head was also buzzing, when did Ji Xue walk in front of Wang Zhen, and when did she mention the hammer? He was not impressed at all.

Ji Xue was still holding the hammer tightly, although Wang Zhen was covered in blood when she was smashed by her hammer, she was still angry.

When she dropped the first hammer, it can be said that she was impulsive, so when the second hammer fell, then she was purely retaliating and venting.

Bang bang bang!

Ji Xue cried and struck three hammers after hammers, and Wang Zhen lost consciousness.

No one stopped her, including Chen Jiang.

Scarlet blood beads splashed everywhere, splashing ink on Ji Xue's shirt, face, and hair. Images of the past replayed in her mind. The throbbing of the first encounter, the excitement and nervousness of the sincere meeting, the sacredness of walking into the church hand in hand, and swearing in front of the priest, these beautiful and happy memories were all stained red by Wang Zhen's blood.

Gradually, she thrashed less and less, and finally she hung her hand weakly.

The blood-stained hammer was dripping blood from the air.

Looking at Wang Zhen again, his head has been blurred by Ji Xue's smashed flesh and blood. Wang Zhen died, his head bowed, his legs stiff. The underground garage was silent, and the lights were as smooth as the sea after the tide had fallen.