Marriage heart rippling: Ex-husband, please stop

Riva and Ying on the side had long been scared out of their minds by Jian Feng's gunshot, and were too shocked by Zhou Huiqing's subsequent actions to react. The two shivered and retreated to the corner of the wall, watching with fear With the gun in Jian Feng's hand, his face was terrified.

"Zhou Huiqing!" Jian Feng looked at her as if she was insane, and her heart tightened suddenly. She stood beside Paro's body in embarrassment, her feet were bare, and her feet were full of blood from Paro, which was still warm.

"Hehe...you are finally here, but it's too late...too late...I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill them!" Zhou Huiqing smiled crazily, with tears of hatred welling up in her desperate eyes, she turned her head Like a snake, he stared at Riva and Ying who were crouching in the corner.

"Zhou Huiqing, calm down! Put down the knife, calm down first!" Jian Feng shouted anxiously. Seeing the obvious bruises on Zhou Huiqing's collarbone and arms and legs, he was both angry and guilty. Why did he come here by himself? so late!

"Calm down? No, I want to kill them, I must kill them with my own hands!" Zhou Huiqing held a fruit knife dripping with blood, raised her chin, looked down at the two dirty and disgusting men proudly as if looking down on ants, and took a step step into.

"Don't come here! If you come here again, we will kill you!" Riva endured the pain, clenched the iron rod in his hand and swung it in the air. Ying also followed Riva's movement and made a fierce gesture.

"Okay! I'll kill you, you kill me, it's worth it!" Zhou Huiqing laughed maniacally, and the bloody knife tip was like a sharp weapon for swallowing people.

"Zhou Huiqing! Don't do anything stupid, I will seek justice for you, don't dirty your own hands!" Jian Feng shouted anxiously.

Zhou Huiqing paused, and laughed, her voice sad and painful, "Dirty? Am I still clean now? I'm already so dirty that there is no clean place. I want to use their blood to wash away the shame on me!"

As Zhou Huiqing said, she raised the tip of the knife, and regardless of Jian Feng's dissuasion, she pressed against Riva's iron rod and stabbed him directly in the eyes.

The methods she used were extreme, but effective.She was hit with an iron rod, and Riva's eye was injured.

"Bitch!" Riva yelled in horror, turning his body to the side, and the iron rod in Ying's hand was quickly aimed at Zhou Huiqing's forehead and raised.

"Zhao Lin!" Jian Feng shouted.

Zhao Lin, who had been secretly observing the boulder, moved. He opened his feet, jumped up, and kicked Ying's chest.

"Ah!" Ying screamed.

At the same time, the muzzle of the gun in Jian Feng's hand was raised again, pointing directly at Riva's arm holding the iron bar.

"boom!"

"Pfft!"

With precise shooting, the bullet knocked away the iron rod in Riva's hand, and Zhou Huiqing's penetrating knife tip pierced into Riva's chest viciously.

"Ah!" Riva screamed, Zhou Huiqing pulled out the fruit knife fiercely with a ferocious face, taking advantage of Riva's slow movement due to the pain, raised the fruit knife again, raised it high, and pierced into it with a puff. Riva's throat.

"Eh...!" Riva stared wide-eyed, looking at the woman in front of him with a face full of hatred in horror, his heart was so cold that he felt regret spreading in his chest.

Who said that the women in this country are as gentle as water and easy to bully, they are the real evil spirits!
With a hard choked sound in his throat, Riva fell heavily on the ground, raised the iron rod in his hand with stiff arms but could no longer swing it. ;
"Riva!" Ying looked at Zhou Huiqing who was covered in blood in horror, trembling, because of fear, an indescribable liquid dripped from between her legs.

He moved back with trembling lips, Zhou Huiqing looked at him and slowly got up.

Jian Feng and Zhao Lin looked at what happened in front of them in shock. In just a few minutes, an embarrassed and weak woman stabbed two middle-aged men to death with a fruit knife under their noses. .

Jian Feng squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Huiqing, who was covered in blood. He felt extremely guilty and heartbroken. If it wasn't for him, Zhou Huiqing, the eldest lady of the Zhou family who was treated like a treasure since she was a child, would have fallen into this state.

"Zhou...Huiqing..." Jian Feng looked at her, and opened his mouth awkwardly, standing in a river of blood, the woman with a beggar's face was as fierce as a wolf on the prairie, her dark pupils were ashes.

With the death of Paro and Riva, her crazy mind gradually calmed down, and she wanted to avenge herself, no matter what means she used!
She wants to kill all those who hurt her and humiliate her with her own hands, and drag them all into hell!

"Don't call me, Zhou Huiqing died just now, I'm just a tool for her revenge..." She smiled sadly, scarlet blood oozed from her pale cheeks and chapped lips.

Zhao Lin looked at Zhou Huiqing with a complicated expression, and sympathized with her experience from the bottom of his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

"I'm going to kill you!" Zhou Huiqing turned her head, and her eyes fell on the trembling Ying who was peeing her pants.

She spoke Thai, and Ying could hear it more clearly, and he was even more frightened in his heart. The fear of death shrouded his head like a black cloud covering his face.

He knelt on the ground in a panic and kowtowed continuously, but he didn't let go of the iron rod he was holding tightly in his palm.

"Sorry! Sorry! I was wrong, please let me go! Don't kill me, they are already dead, let me go!"

"Let you go? Hehe... When I begged you hard, did you let me go! You must die today!" Zhou Huiqing's cold and stern eyes swept over Ying, and raised the knife to stab Ying's neck decisively.

"Get out!" Ying got up in fright and picked up the iron rod and waved it around.

Zhou Huiqing staggered and took a step back. Ying waved an iron rod and approached. Jian Feng saw it and stepped forward. Zhao Lin grabbed him and shook his head.

"She has a knot in her heart. If she doesn't make a decision today, she will never get out of this shadow for the rest of her life." Jian Feng clenched her palms tightly, seeing Zhou Huiqing's teeth clenched and her eyes bloodshot, she felt guilty and restless.

"If I don't help her, that Thai man will hurt her."

"At least don't use a gun." Zhao Lin glanced at Zhou Huiqing, then lowered his head to glance at the gun in Jian Feng's hand.

"Yeah." Jian Feng nodded, clenched his fists tightly and hit Ying's face directly.

Ying, who was busy dealing with Zhou Huiqing, cared about Jian Feng flawlessly, with a fist and a knife. In contrast, Ying decisively chose to defend Zhou Huiqing and ignore Jian Feng.

Unexpectedly, Jian Feng's fists on the face were changed into eagle claws, and his cold face was full of disgust.

His strong arm grasped his arm tightly and pulled it behind his back. A pain came from him. He swung his other arm and raised the iron bar to throw it at Jian Feng.

And Zhou Huiqing saw the timing, dodged to Ying's back, and swung a fruit knife straight into the back.

"puff!"

When the pain came, Ying realized the crisis and twisted her body crazily to break free, but Jian Feng's confinement was like a steel cage.

"Don't! Don't!" Ying frantically struggled and begged, her pupils dilated in horror.

At the same time, the three of Lin Xiaowan who had been behind also followed to the second floor of the cabin.