Chapter 127: Blood Splattered Wedding Night 7

With a "dang" sound, the knife in Qiao Mai's hand fell to the ground.

Her face was hot, and when she reached out and touched it, it was full of blood. She laughed nervously, "Ha...... Hahaha...... Hahaha...... Easy to ...... west You evil spirit...... One life for another...... You won't survive either...... Hahaha...... One life for another...... Hahaha, we've finally settled the matter...... Do you still want to live happily ever after? Do you dream...... Do you dream...... I will die with you...... Hahaha...... I don't want you to live......"

There was a knock on the door, sky-high, ping-pong, and many people walked in laughing.

"Lord Yi, you guy is secretive, why are you more shy than a bride? What are you doing? If today is not your good day, I have to fix you, look, what time is this? Lord Yi ......"

Song Weichao was the first to rush in, and his new leather shoes stepped on a pool of blood, and his face was colorless in shock.

"Oh my God, Lord Yi...... ...... to the west To the west, what's wrong with you...... ...... to the west Come on...... Call an ambulance...... Hurry up......"

The relatives and friends who flocked to the door were stunned, and no one dared to take half a step in. Only Qiao Mai, with his back to the wall, was covered in blood, his hair was scattered, and the smile on his face was sweet and proud.

The air around them suddenly froze, and it was suffocating like death.

Someone woke up from a dream and shouted, "Call an ambulance...... Alarm...... Hurry up and call the police......"

"Quickly help stop the bleeding ...... west"

"Catch her......"

"Catch that madman......"

Everyone panicked, but no one dared to rush forward immediately, Qiao Maijing quickly picked up the knife on the ground, and cut it down without hesitation on his wrist......

Easy to see to the west.

He could see it clearly.

In the last of the most terrible unconscious consciousnesses, he turned a deaf ear to Yiqiē's worries, anxieties, and concerns, and just stared at the woman's every move, without even blinking his eyes—just like when he saw his mother.

He could clearly see her slash down—at her own wrist, as hard as he did for him.

He thought she would pick up the knife and continue to chase and slash, but unexpectedly, it was still slashing at herself.

Blood was gushing from her wrist, and the carpal artery had been cut.

"Mom...... Mother...... You don't want that...... Mom...... You don't hurt yourself......"

He stretched out his hand in shock, trying to stop it, completely forgetting his pain. However, his hands were no longer strong and his consciousness began to blur.

Nobody paid any attention to Joe Wheat...... They were all watching him and rescuing him......

He was the only one shouting, his lips squirming: "Quick...... Mom...... Mom, you don't want to ...... No...... Wheat...... Please...... Don't hurt yourself......"

At that moment, he couldn't tell whether this knife-wielding man was his mother or Qiao Mai...... It was a nightmare in his fate, a demonic obstacle that he could not get rid of in his life, but unexpectedly, it was the second time that such a scene was repeated......

With a knife, he used all the strength of his body.

Joe Wheat fell. No screaming, no pain.

She didn't feel any pain at all. On the contrary, it is very liberating. It is a relief to see that Yi Xiangxi falls first, like a decaying tree, like a decaying leaf...... He fell before her.

The last consciousness, just sharp excitement, is so good, so good!

It's nice to be able to die with the enemy.

We are weak, we have no choice, we have to be like this.

Being able to kill the enemy is already the luckiest of misfortunes.

Then, a qiē memory is no longer stored zài......