Shen Xichen thought about it and noticed the fruit knife in Yijing's hand.

The fruit knife was held on the bedside table by Yi Jing, and she put the knife behind her back and approached Cheng Yi step by step.

Xiang Tingting, who was stunned by this scene, was dazzled by the fruit knife in Yijing's hand, subconsciously grabbed Yijing, and looked at her with empty eyes to Tingting.

A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and Xiang Tingting stiffly pulled Yijing.

When she was afraid, she put down her cold hand and motioned for her to escape.

Xiang Tingting is panicked now, on the one hand, she doesn't want to see anyone hurt, and on the other hand, she knows that she can't escape.

"Do you still have to think about it at this time?" Cheng Yi looked at Shen Xichen, and the bloodlust in his eyes made Shen Xichen feel a chill.

Since he was a child, Shen Xichen can be said to have never committed his well-water, but he has to fight-for-tat, playing with the dignity of his life in the palm of his hand, taking away everything he has, and ruining his originally beautiful life.

Because of him, Shen Xichen has suffered countless white eyes.

Because of him, Shen Xichen endured humiliation and lived for more than ten years!

He is no longer the Shen Xichen he was before, he has money and power, no worse than Cheng Yi!

"Do people like you deserve to have children and grandchildren? Your mom taught you a good way of doing things, right? Your distorted view of shijie can only be done in hell! ”

Shen Xichen not only hates Cheng Yi, but also his mother.

He would do this to himself, it was all taught by his mother.

Cheng Yi squinted, and the cruelty under his eyes drove his fingers to bend slowly.

"Smack!" Instead of the gunshots rang out as expected, the sound of the pistol falling to the ground.

He didn't expect that Han Yijing, a little woman, would have such the ability to plunge a knife into his chest.

As he was about to shoot, Yiyi rushed up almost synchronously, stabbing the fruit knife in his hand into his chest. Taking advantage of Cheng Yi's pain, Shen Xichen knocked down the gun in Cheng Yi's hand and kicked it away.

Yijing, who was blinded by hatred, couldn't care about herself that she was killing someone, she thought of Xiang Youtian who was lying dead in his arms, his black and purple lips trembled, twitching and pointing at this ruthless guy but he couldn't say a word. But Cheng Yi stood aside as a blind eye, looking at Xiang Youtian with enjoyment, from anger to even a trace of zuihou's breath disappeared.

He doesn't even deserve to be a man!

Cheng Yi looked at Yijing unfathomably, without a trace of fear on his face.

Yiwan stabbed the knife in again, and her bare feet made her feel the continuous cold air from the ground, and the cold of winter drilled into her heart little by little. The blood left along her hand dripped on her bare feet, making her shiver with cold.

But this is a shiver that is masked in a tremble.

"This knife, I'll pierce it for myself!" One word at a time, every word carried Yi Jing's deep despair, and her indifferent and detached gaze fell on Cheng Yizheng's bleeding chest.

The blood splattered from there on her blue and white striped hospital gown, and a little bewitching dot fell, like an ominous flower.

The active blood in the air made Yi Wei inexplicably excited, and the only remaining reason had been extinguished, she looked at the wound and laughed arrogantly.

"Haha...... Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment? I've finally experienced the thrill of killing, especially killing you, the demon! ”

The despair and evil expression made Yiyi very terrifying at this moment, she let go of her hand and let the fruit knife remain in Cheng Yi's body.

"You hate me so much?"

"I want you to die, I can't let you ruin my happiness over and over again." Yi Jing looked at the blood on her palms and smiled strangely.