It was the sound of a living human flesh exploding and falling to the ground to die.

Gong Chiruo walked up to her and saw her pale and almost dizzy face, and a smile appeared on her lips, cold and bloody. He mercilessly reached out to grab her neck and pulled her into the crook of his arm, the strength of his hand did not relax at all, and Lan Qingchuan's face gradually turned blue.

"Brando's boy, I'll let you go back this time." He said with pity, "I don't kill young leopards, and when you grow up, you will have to kill them." ”

Sandor stopped laughing, no matter how young he was, he could hear his malice.

The sound of the helicopter rumbled, and in a moment someone came and took their young master back.

"What can you do with sending a child, it's useless except to confuse the public." Gong Chiruo pinched her neck, and her voice was soft and gentle, like a beautiful lover muttering, "Chu Li, do you really think you can escape my palm?" ”

Lan Qingchuan struggled, holding his hand, and was speechless.

She wanted to laugh and sneer, but her heart was sad. In such a dirty, bloody, dark, and strange place, she was like a dying white bird, whose wings had long been torn off and could not fly out of this cage.

If only she hadn't encountered this demon.

If fate hadn't played tricks like this, she would still be the Lan Qingchuan who lived a calm and cold life, and along the way, she was full of flowers and waves.

But from the beginning, fate never treated her well. Since his gloomy childhood, he has been stubborn and lonely. The boy she met on the way was as vivid and bright as the cherry blossoms in March, a touching color in her world. If it weren't for so many twists and turns, they would probably have gone far.

No if. Miyaikeruo tore apart this peace and wanted to take her for himself. He was a selfish, paranoid, even crazy man who had grown such a beautiful and vicious beast out of old darkness.

Lan Qingchuan scolded him with vicious words and hated him. He was angry, and then he was so calm that he even smiled, she was so incompetent, poor in words, and couldn't find so many bad words to express her anger.

He wanted to find an obedient and obedient woman to accompany him through this dark river of time, and he wanted her to be Chu Li, there was nothing but his own Chu Li. I don't know how long this obsession will last, maybe long, maybe short. But if it's short, Chu Li has become a ridiculous and sad toy with no memory, but after a long time, how should Lan Qingchuan's life continue? It's obviously a person from two worlds, so what's the point? Miyachi knew clearly that he couldn't have it both ways, so he insisted on going his own way, so he simply locked her up and tied her to his side. He never cares about the Lan family, what Lan Qingchuan, he is dark and selfish enough, as long as she is a person, even if she hates him clearly.

But no matter how long the time is, Lan Qingchuan will not be able to become the gentle and obedient Chu Li. He is very clear, so he is angry, paranoid.

Gong Chiruo probably never thought that on that boat a long time ago, where did he become obsessed with turning Lan Qingchuan into his Chu Li? He only wanted to crush the girl's self-esteem and stubbornness out of pure malice, but this practice later led him to gradually fall into the swamp called Chu Li.

After all, what is the difference between Chu Li and Lan Qingchuan, he is only willing to call her Chu Li, but he doesn't dare to admit that he is afraid that she will return to the original world.

Lan Qingchuan will hate him, Chu Li will not, she has always been docile and soft, that is what he likes.

He only wants to admit that the dreams he weaves are all his lies.

Lan Qingchuan was already pale when she was pinched by him, and she gradually put down her fingers holding him. The back of Gong Chiruo's hand was red, she didn't have nails, no matter how angry and struggling, she couldn't pinch out the slightest trace of blood, and she couldn't leave any scars.

Miyachi Ruo let go of her, and he let go of his hand and pushed her away.

He finally said coldly, "I said it, if you run away again, I will break one of your legs." ”

Lan Qingchuan fell to the ground, she tried to stand up, her arm struggled several times, and finally she couldn't stand up with all her strength. Her eyes were closed, her consciousness blurred, and she could vaguely hear him sighing slowly.

"Chu Li, I can't bear it. Broken legs, for a beautiful girl, it's not good-looking after all. ”

Lan Qingchuan listened, and slowly showed an unfinished smile, cold and calm. She guessed that Miyaike would say this:

"In that case, let's die."

Gong Nanmu raised the gun, and the disgusting smell of gunsmoke came from the air again, and soon, it drifted away.

There are few stars.