Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 1144 Neurotic Girl vs. Spiritual Tutor (21)

  The cold tip of the knife raised her chin, and the cold touch made Cai Ruman shiver.

   "What about the distorted possessiveness? I like it." The corners of the white-dyed lips evoked a sly and gloomy smile, and the ink-deep pupils were breathtaking.

   "Since I don't know whether it is the left hand and the right hand, then just break them all." The girl's tone was casual, with a sickly paranoid, cruel and chilling.

  "You, you can't do this...Ah!" Cai Ruman's pupils tightened, and then a terrible scream erupted.

  The girl stood up, the dark night set off her like a demon, and the words she uttered were so gloomy and crazy: "Those who dare to peep at me, then, go to death."

   killed you, ruined you.

  Ranbai looked at the steady flow of blood on the ground, flowing happily like a stream, her lips evoked a sickly and silly smile, and she muttered paranoidly: "You can only have me..."

   "Look, how I like you..."

  Ranbai left quietly, and there was no sound when it came.

  She had just returned to the room, and when she raised her eyes, she bumped into the slender figure leaning against the wall.

  She paused, and if nothing had happened, she threw the scalpel on the side table, smiling sweetly and softly: "Didn't you go to work? Why did you come back?"

  Bo Yan raised his eyes, Qinggui's gentle eyes fell on the white figure: "Miss you, wait for you."

   Straighten up, fade away a bit of laziness, put one hand in his pocket, and walked over slowly, like a handsome noble son.

  He didn’t ask her what she had done, he just took her hand and said in a low voice: “My hand is so cold, I don’t know how to wear a coat when I go out.”

  He squeezed her hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass on heat to her.

  The white and light pink lips evoke a cute smile, "Isn't there you?"

"Yes, you have me." Bo Yan looked directly at Dye Bai, glanced at the bright and clean bloodless scalpel, slender and beautiful fingers hooked up a strand of hair scattered around the girl's ears, acting gently. Behind the ear, the voice is low and restrained: "So, I will do these things."

   "The blood will dirty your hands, I'll help you, okay?" Bo Yan hugged Dye Bai, whispering in her ear, her voice always three-pointed.

   "Those words." Ranbai called his name, with a smile in his voice.

"Um?"

   "You said you are so good, what if I can't let go of you?" Ran Bai asked, tilting her head.

   "I wish you couldn't let me go." Bo Yan chuckled lightly, rubbing the girl's cheek with his delicate white chin.

  "How would you like it?" Ranbai asked an extremely naive question.

   "Ninety-nine percent." Under the light, the man's luxurious eyebrows are like expensive oil paintings, with a shallow smile, his thin lips lightly open, and his voice is as clear as jade.

  "Where is the remaining one percent?" Ran Bai turned his eyes, looking at Bo Yan.

   Looking at the white with deep words, deep in the eyes is a pious and obsessive sick mood: "Leave it to your own choice."

  He loves her so much that he can’t wait to break her wings and imprison her by his side.

   But if he really did this, he found that he dare not.

  Dare not, dare not do this.

  He loves her far deeper and farther than he imagined, and he is reluctant to let her be reluctant and hurt.

  So he left her to choose the remaining one percent.

  The best is but you are in hand in hand, and the worst...but to protect you and see that you are safe throughout your life.

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