Ling Ze is a person who says nothing, and what he wants to decide, she can't change at all.

"Little Pink ......"

She bit her almost colorless lip, and when she turned around, she saw Ling Ze standing at the door, with a smile on his face, very cold.

Mu Tianen's steps moving forward, every step seemed to be heavier, and every step was like carrying dozens of catties of lead plates.

"Didn't it all be pretty straightforward before?"

Ling Ze came over with one hand and piled her into the bathroom.

Before......

Mu Tianen wanted to say that she used to be like a cow, but now, she is afraid of dying.

"Ling Ze!"

She called Ling Ze's name, she used to just call him Brother Ling, but she hadn't used this title for a long time, and even her own had forgotten it.

"Can I ......"

As a result, before her words could be spoken, she was pressed into the water by Ling Ze, and then she was directly choked with a mouthful of water, she wanted to call for help, but when she spit out, there was only a series of blisters.

Her stomach was also in severe pain at this time, and the pain of being choked made her struggle desperately, and her hands were also slapping the bathtub from time to time.

She opened her eyes in the water, and the light and shadow were folded towards Ling Ze's already distorted eyebrows, as well as the weird smile in Mu Tianqing's photo.

And what did she do wrong?

It wasn't until it was almost time that Ling Ze pulled Mu Tianen out, he naturally had a sense of proportion, it had been so long, if it wasn't for measure, Mu Tianen would have been killed by him I don't know how many times?

And how could he let Mu Tianen die, if Mu Tianen died, wouldn't there be no one to play with him, so how would he live the rest of his days?

Even if it's hell, he'll pull her along.

Never die.

Mu Tianen coughed violently, and she couldn't even get up when she lay on the ground.

When Ling Ze was about to leave, Mu Tianen grabbed the corner of his pants.

"Little powder, my little powder......"

She wants her, she wants her little pink.

Ling Ze stopped, and then squatted in front of Mu Tianen.

He stretched out his hand and tightened Mu Tianen's collar.

He laughed, but the laugh was terrifying, it was infiltrating, it was terrifying.

"Little Pink ......" Mu Tianen used his weak hand to pull up Ling Ze's sleeve.

"Little pink, that stupid cat?"

Ling Ze suddenly smiled weirdly, and he also approached Mu Tianen, the Mu Tianen in his eyes was so ugly and disgusting.

"The cat is dead, trampled to death by me."

Ling Ze almost bit out these words sentence by sentence.

"Mu Tianen, you won't see that cat again."

Mu Tianen shook her head, "No," she trembled her lips, not knowing whether tears or droplets of water fell down her chin from time to time.

"How not?"

Ling Ze has never been a kind-hearted person, everything he does will have its own purpose, which Mu Tianen should know very well.

"Mu Tianen, how does it feel to lose?"

He is like a demon, he has to make Mu Tianen scarred, and he is satisfied if he is in pain.

No, not satisfied, how could he be satisfied, how could he be satisfied so easily.

Mu Tianen looked at Ling Ze like this, and his fingers grabbed his clothes harder.

"Give me back the powder."

She wants her cat, Xiaofen is hers, she raised it single-handedly, it has nothing to do with others, and no one can take away her Xiaofen.

Ling Ze stretched out his hand and patted her face.

"Mu Tianen, what do you think I gave that cat to you? It's just to let you raise it, and then kill it, I want you to taste the pain of losing your beloved, I can't see my skylight, and you can't see your cat, all your life, it's ......"

And just when his next sentence didn't fall, suddenly, he heard a pop.

And he was also stunned, and the color of blood light spread out from his pupils.

The blood was so mixed with water that it seemed that even the entire bathroom was submerged.

And he didn't know when he let go of his hand, when his eyes finally began to regain his sight, he saw Mu Tianen lying there like a rag doll, her head moving from time to time, but the corners of her mouth spit blood from time to time, one bite at a time, also gulping......

In the hospital, the lights in the operating room are always on.

Ling Ze sat outside, his face and body were covered in blood, fortunately, what he was wearing today was a year's old dark red and black shirt, otherwise, maybe his clothes would have been stained with blood.

He looked straight at the red light in front of him, and his hands clasped together were shaking unconsciously

Time passed very slowly, a year, two years, or many years, and at this time there was nothing in his memory, only the woman who vomited blood.

He stretched out his hand as if his palms were covered with blood.

The blood in front of me was like a lamp in front of the operating room that had not been turned off.

During surgery, during surgery.

Is it the cat?

Mu Tianen, you can't die, your life is mine, you owe Tianqing's life, you owe my life, you haven't returned Tianqing's life to me, you are not qualified to die.

Don't you want that cat, okay, I'll give you back the cat, and you give me all the blood you vomit to drink.

He took out his phone, but he didn't know why his hand shook and it fell to the ground.

He wanted to pick up his phone, but when he stretched out his hand, it seemed to see those fresh red, warm blood.

It was also at this time that a hand reached out from nowhere, helped him pick up the mobile phone on the ground, and then stuffed it back into his hand.

Ling Ze clenched his mobile phone, and when he raised his head, he saw Zhuo Mingming standing in front of him, he was still wearing a surgical gown, and there were blood stains on his clothes.

Is this also her blood?

"Are you dead?"

He threw his phone back in his pocket, heartless, almost outrageous.

"It's a big life."

Zhuo Xinming sat on the rest chair, he had already had a day's surgery, especially when he saw Mu Tianen, he was really frightened.

He has never been so afraid in his life, since he was a child, he is a bold man, not afraid of people, not afraid of ghosts, and of course afraid of the dead.

He remembered that when he had his first anatomy class, all the classmates were crying hoarsely, screaming, and fainting, and he was the only one who was still very curious about the corpse, and even touched and poked and poked with his hands.

But when he saw Mu Tianen, who was spitting blood, he was afraid.

He lowered his head and clenched his hands, which seemed to be still shaking.

And now the operation is done, but how long it will last, who knows?

"What disease?"

Ling Ze folded his legs, as if it was not his wife, but a stranger, of course, stranger, he didn't care if he was dead or alive.