Chapter 910: The Second Personality of the Great and Young 4

This is called......

Shen Qianshu felt a thorn in his heart.

The number of times Yeling called her Sara was very rare.

This is Yeling's second personality, doesn't he have the memory of the first personality?

Yeling obviously has the memory of a second personality.

"Why are you running!" Yeling roared, unable to bear it, like a bomb falling on her in the midst of her confusion, blowing her dizzy and dazed, why did he run?

Zhong Ran's voice came, "Seven years ago, seven years ago......"

Shen Qianshu was suffocated in his heart, "Sir, I didn't run, you were imprisoned by him, I ...... I...... I can't help myself. ”

Yeling's eyes were red, and he suddenly held her shoulder, full of anger, "He imprisoned you, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him......"

He spoke very slowly, as if he did not speak very often, and was very difficult.

Come and go, just a few words.

"No!" Shen Qianshu screamed.

This man, she knew, meant the first personality, and if he killed the first personality, the gentleman would never see it again.

What to do?

"You're in love with him?" her agitation angered him.

The man's strength increased instantly, "Ah...... It hurts!"

His strength, as if he was about to crush her shoulder, hurt so badly that Shen Qianshu's legs were weak and he almost fell, but a pair of powerful arms were on her waist, lifted her up, and asked angrily, "You are in love with him!"

His questioning and anger came extremely fiercely, as if the answer was that he was going to eat her in one bite, his eyes were getting redder and redder, his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, he was on the verge of madness, Zhong Ran was holding a needle, but he couldn't get closer, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Ah......hh You're in love with him!" he roared madly, "my, my...... It's mine. ”

His eyes were scarlet, like a fierce beast that had been robbed of his mate, and he let out a roar of grief, desperate and miserable, the whole castle seemed to be crying for him, and Shen Qianshu's tears fell unconsciously.

"Sir...... Don't be like that......" she was grief-stricken, tears streaming down her face, realizing for the first time how powerless she was, "you ...... It's a person. ”

The last sentence, choked in the throat.

It's a person.

"Ah......" Yeling roared, roaring, but didn't let go of Shen Qianshu, "My, mine, my!"

He looked at Shen Qianshu and muttered to himself.

Keep repeating.

"Okay, good ......" Shen Qianshu nodded tearfully, yours, it's yours.

Sir, it hurts, doesn't it?

He covered his head, as if he was fighting with someone, looking like he was going to die of pain, convulsions helplessly, Shen Qianshu's heart was like a knife, and he hurriedly helped him, "Sir, sir...... Zhong Ran, find a way...... Hurry up and figure it out!"

The two personalities are fighting for their bodies, the struggle is white-hot, and no one is willing to back down, this is a never-ending game.

The most terrible thing is that it affects the body.

If a neuron is injured, none of them can wake up again.

"Hurry up and find a way!" she was about to despair.

Zhong Ran was just about to get close to him, but Yeling suddenly came to his senses, grabbed his body again, and asked angrily, "Child, child...... Kid ......"

His eyes were red, and he shouted at the child, like a meaningless monotone.

His face was handsome but distorted, and his expression was fierce.

Shen Qianshu was struck by lightning.

"Child, child......" he asked, holding Shen Qianshu, "my ...... Little Princess...... I'm going to...... See her. ”

"Miss Shen, don't respond!" Zhong Ran was terrified.

Shen Qianshu took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, "Go and call Tong Hua, change into a princess dress, come here!"

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The monthly pass plus will not change, that is, during the Chinese New Year, many old classmates come back from other places, they are once a year, I have to be called out to the party every day, a little feet do not touch the ground, plus more I owe some first, go back and make up, Mo Da!