Looking at Feng Qingge’s crushing appearance on the ground with satisfaction, she didn’t stop like this, but continued: “I should kill you immediately to avoid nights and dreams. The ruins and ruins will be found. Not for your existence, but, ha ha..."
Feng Qingge's heart trembled when she heard the sulky smile, and she heard her demonic voice again.
"Do you know why I alone ruined your beautiful beauty, but did not damage your white skin?" She squatted down slightly and looked at her face to face: "That's because I want to sell you there. Go to the most sordid place, the kind of place for men to have fun. I believe that even if your face is ruined and your face is like a ghost, there will be a lot of people like this ice skin and jade skin, don't you think?"
"Don't look at me like this, your face is ruined, even if you say you are the eldest lady of the Guardian Government, no one will believe it, people will only say that you are a lunatic, as for running away? She is really not enough to see.” While talking, she put a medicine into her mouth, stood up with a chuckle, flicked her skirt and said, “Seven days, even if you haven’t been played to death after seven days, You will also be poisoned and die."
Feng Qingge gritted his teeth and shouted, "Su Ruoyun, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"
"Oh, you can't play with me as a human being, and becoming a ghost is even less my opponent." She sneered, and ordered: "Take the person away. Don't leave a clue if you sell it. It's best to kill the person who takes over."
"Yes!" The two sturdy men respectfully responded, splitting their palms, carrying the dying Feng Qingge on their shoulders and disappearing into the forest for several leaps.
A middle-aged man in black who had been standing behind Su Ruoyun stepped forward at this time: "Miss, it's late, do you want to go home first?"
"Well, I am going back." She showed a gentle smile, looked at the sky and said softly, "From this moment on, I am Feng Qingge, and Feng Qingge is me."
Two days later, at night, Dalang Town, Tianxiang Tower
When she smelled a scent, the comatose Feng Qingge slowly opened her eyes. Before her brain could react, she heard a strange sound and felt her arm being touched by a pair of hands, shocking her. With a cry, he rolled and rolled off the bed.
"Hey, awake? It's just right to wake up. Master doesn't like dead fish in business. Master likes spicy and vigorous. That's enough." A wretched man in his thirties stared at the rolling ground with narrow eyes. Feng Qingge on the side was full of excitement in his eyes: "I didn’t expect to get me such a good product tonight. Although it’s disfigured, it’s just this ice-muscle and jade skin. Lost to some family ladies."
Feng Qingge shrank back, with an unbearable panic in his eyes: "You, don't come over, don't come over!" He stood up abruptly and ran to the door, but was hugged by the man after running two steps. live.
"Want to run? Hey, after entering this room, do you think you can run away? Come on! Let the master take a good look at your snow-slip skin." The man smiled excitedly, and then tore her with his hand. The sleeves of the flimsy shirt were torn apart, and a snowy arm immediately caught the man's eyes, making his eyes glow with hot excitement.
"Ah!" Feng Qingge screamed, the goose bumps floating on her body because of the nausea that was held by the man, and when she pushed her hand, she touched a dagger on the man's waist and pulled it out without thinking. Stabbed towards the man's heart.
"Hiss! Bitch!" The man was sullen, unable to dodge for a while, and a blood mark was drawn on his chest. The pain was so painful that he waved Feng Qingge out.
"what!"
"boom!"
Her head hit the corner of the bed, blood pouring out like a spring, she tried to stand up, but after shaking twice, she fell to the ground and passed out...