When Meng Qingyi and She Yuxiang drank a glass of wine, the four of them finally crawled out of the mustard.

Now that the four of them know that Kou Wenzhan will no longer be their own trouble, the confidence of the four of them is a little high.

He sat down and addressed the people.

"I'm going to ask you for someone. ”

Everyone knew that he was here to make trouble, and no one was sure to stop him. Even Leng Qinghe, who has always been calm, doesn't look good.

This night, everyone's wine was really a little too much.

She Yuxiang lifted the hood.

The bride should never have been seen before the ceremony.

She Yuxiang pulled out her knife.

A few more people expected that on the day of marriage, the bride would bring a knife.

The knife is Meng Qingyi's fast knife.

This knife is fast because it is thin.

In fact, it is very much like a knife used by a woman, She Yuxiang held it in her hand, and there was no trace of disobedience.

Meng Qingyi's quick knife was impressively placed on Meng Qingyi's neck.

Meng Qingyi still smiled bitterly, and was already in a good mood.

She Yuxiang said coldly.

"If you want to take it, do so. Dead, do you want it?"

Meng Qingyi hurriedly said.

"The living already stinks, but the dead can still be gained!"

She Yuxiang said.

"You didn't think you'd get your own knife to your neck. ”

Meng Qingyi said.

"I didn't think you'd have my knife. ”

"I thought you should resent the knife. ”

She Yuxiang's face quietly changed into smoke and rain.

"This knife has my husband's blood on it, how can I complain?"

Meng Qingyi sighed.

"Soon, the blood of your other husband will also be stained with this knife. ”

Mu Yurong and Ling Xiang were on the side, and they had to admire Meng Qingyi no matter what. If a person is especially able to joke in the face of life and death, his heart and eyes are really not ordinary.

He suddenly rushed to his feet.

The momentum is swift, and of course it is not a drunk man who can stop it.

The ghost thorn behind his waist had also been shot, and it hit Jiang Qiyun's waist in an instant.

The crowd was supposed to surround it, but they retreated under Tintin's command.

Although Jiang Qiyun lived with everyone, he did not belong to the "punishment" organization.

His head had already been pulped with wine, and no one thought about how he could see through the relationship between Jiang Qiyun and She Yuxiang at a glance.

No matter She Yuxiang, she was cold, and she was a little moved at this time. After the death of her husband, this is the only one who depends on each other.

She Yuxiang said like a crazy woman.

"Let go. ”

While the blade silently penetrated into Meng Qingyi's flesh and skin.

Soon, the blade was stained with blood red.

Mu Yurong and Ling Xiang couldn't help but scream, as if they could feel the pain of Meng Qingyi being cut on the chopping board like Yusheng.

Immediately after, it was She Yuxiang screaming.

"Ahh

Everyone looked for the pair of resentful eyes, but saw that his ghost thorn also silently pierced Jiang Qiyun's waist, and he looked like he was not dying.

It's just that Jiang Qiyun really drank too much, and he couldn't even feel the pain in his body at this time.

Blood slowly flowed from in front of Jiang Qiyun's body, dripping in the dark grotto, crisp and ticking.

She Yuxiang understood that she had to stop, after all, no one could see her own flesh and blood being tortured in the hands of others.

But She Yuxiang was worried that he was not trustworthy.

So She Yuxiang said.

"One for the other. ”

He didn't have to say anything, he had pressed the man forward.

Leng Qinghe's pupils contracted a little, of course, he was impressed by his decisiveness.

Although the exchange was proposed by She Yuxiang, at this moment, the situation was completely controlled by him.

Then Leng Qinghe's pupils slowly dilated, because it was doomed, and the matter in front of him was a dead end.