The small wooden door that blocked everything seemed to have become extremely fragile, as if it was blown away by the wind, and before a few gasps, Qin Panqing's heartbeat had continuously pierced her psychological defense.

A sharp sound of breaking the air tore through the peaceful and quiet environment, and the silence was broken by the increasingly anxious cry of the baby, and the staccato singing of the song was less.

Qin Panqing listened to the increasingly sharp and rapid cry, and no longer dodged, she raised her body and ran to the side.

At this time, Qing Dai suddenly found that one of Qin Panqing's feet was crooked and twisted, and her walking was very unnatural.

The paper-thin door was gently opened by Qin Panqing.

The cry stopped suddenly, as if something had been torn apart fiercely in Qin Panqing's heart.

Facing him was the machine-like look in the darkness, and the way he looked at Qin Panqing was already like looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

Qing Dai really saw it, this seems to be the end of the whole thing, and it is also the memory of being locked out of Lin Zisu's story.

Qin Zhe looked at Qin Panqing coldly, and seemed to be very polite and dropped a sentence lightly, "I'm sorry." ”

Qin Panqing didn't know who he was, and even said that she was very unfamiliar with Qin Zhe's appearance, and she blurted out without thinking: "Are you still unwilling to let us go?" I've traded a leg and my half-crippled life for it. ”

"What do you people do you think of us! Even ants still have a place to live! ”

"Why!"

Qin Panqing's voice had gradually become hoarse and collapsed, and she wanted to constantly vent all her emotions and unwillingness.

As for this, Qing Dai has not yet discovered what the source of the matter is, it is like watching a story with no clue and no clues, or even the upcoming ending, and Qing Dai has already guessed seven seven eight eight the moment she saw Qin Zhe. Keep your books in stock

Qin Zhe seemed to be a little puzzled and looked at the woman who was not very clear in the night, it was a woman who was in a hurry and haggard, whether it was from her words or from her face, her performance was undoubtedly not showing her collapse, and even torture was greater than everything.

Qin Panqing didn't seem to be sad at all because she felt those bloody gases, only torture and pain poked her heart fiercely.

Qin Zhe didn't speak, just reached out and picked up his long knife stuck in the soil, and wiped it gently.

As if talking to himself, he said, "I'm still in trouble...... Since you're awake, it's going to hurt a little, I'm sorry. ”

Qin Panqing felt that the cold-faced man in front of him seemed to be really a madman, his incoherent words and indifferent tone seemed to be just discussing an ordinary matter.

The cold blade slashed, and a white light tore through the moonless night sky, and suddenly the sky swirled, the white mist was swirling, and Qing Dai woke up in a cold sweat.

She gasped slightly, turned her head slightly, the rabbit lamp was still faintly flickering, the gentle candle flame made her heart cold, Qing Dai sat up straight suddenly, looking at that place with some hair in her heart.

The candle flame is faintly raised, and the condensation is faint.

No matter how soft the color is, it can't alleviate the coolness of Qing Dai's body at the moment.

The window made a soft noise, as if someone had hit it with a small stone, and it sounded very lazy and irregular.

Qing Dai stared at that place, and the windowsill was gently picked open with a dagger by a small hand.

Qing Dai looked at the little black face, instantly froze in place, and made a tentative sound.

"Smiling?"