"Lijing!"

Gao Liqing has been tortured for a long time, always fainting and waking up in pain, she knows the purpose of this woman who binds herself, but she can only secretly hate her powerlessness.

"Don't promise her......" she gasped in pain, she couldn't stand such a toss at all because she was old, her body was hot, I was afraid it would burn.

Murong Zijin frowned, pulled his hand, and the special thin thread slammed into the flesh, and the blood burst out.

Gao Liqing screamed again and fainted.

Hua Fengliu's eyes were red, and her eyes staring at Murong Zijin were terrifying, like a terrible ghost crawling up from hell.

"You still want her to continue to suffer?"

"Demon girl, you can't die well!"

Murong Zijin's contemptuous laughter couldn't be hidden.

"Looks like you're not going to say yes." She suddenly made a ruthless force, with internal force, and the sound of flesh and blood being cut has never been so clear.

Hua Fengliu's eyes widened, and he was stunned as if he was stupid, dumbfounded, as if everything in front of him was just an illusion.

"!! by Lijing"

Murong Zijin admired his expression with considerable interest.

He threw away the thread in his hand, clapped his hands, and turned his head to look at the broken corpse behind him.

"Really, it's dirty my clay-cut baby."

Hua Fengliu seemed to have just come back to her senses, her eyes were so red that she didn't look good, "Demon girl, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!! ”

Murong Zijin still had that condescending look, and disdain was clearly written on his face, "Then you go down to accompany her, it's a waste of my time." ”

She half-squatted and chuckled, looking at the embarrassment of the flowers, "To be honest, I don't have to be you, as long as I kill you, and then leave a little trace, it is not difficult to prove that you were killed by her, after all, she is too unique, isn't it." ”

Whether it is a feather or an exercise, it is so obvious, plus the rumors in the neighborhood, who will verify the truth or falsehood?

Murong Zijin stood up, as elegant as before.

"By the way, I forgot to say that I will also send you the Hua family and the Gao family, so that you can reunite as a family."

Hua Fengliu raised his eyes suddenly, he couldn't move like a terrible ghost asking for his life, and he didn't see the handsome color of his youth, and the whole person looked hideous and terrifying.

"Murong ......"

The voice is broken here.

The word Zijin can no longer be transmitted.

Hua Fengliu didn't close his eyes when he was dying, and passed away with such a hideous face.

-

The scenery at the edge of the sky is always the same, with clouds and shadows layered on top of each other, like peaks and peaks, beautiful and hazy.

Mo Xi sat in the pavilion, looking into the distance, with an unknown Derpy.

Bai Tianyu walked over, and she looked up as if she had a feeling.

"I'm upset." She drew a circle around her heart, "It always feels like something is happening." ”

Bai Tianyu walked across from her in silence and sat down, and Mo Xi found that there seemed to be a layer of mist in his eyes, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"The flowers of the Flower House are not watered today." He instructed the green vine to bring the teacup and teapot, pour Mo Xi a cup of tea, and pour another cup for himself.

Mo Xi took the teacup, didn't drink it, looked at Bai Tianyu, and intuitively felt that he still had something to say.

Bai Tianyu took a sip unhurriedly, and there was no trace of impetuousness in sight, but the air around him was a little quiet.

"But the flowers are quiet today, and there is no sign of noise."

Not noisy?

But she remembered that when she was in the Flower House, some flowers loved to make trouble like people, and they didn't make trouble without watering, which was basically impossible.

Mo Xi's heart trembled.

Purse your lips and turn your head away.

Her long hair hid the shadows that had fallen, and her expression was obscured.