"Damn it!" The man glanced at the blood oozing out of his chest, gave him an annoyance, stepped forward and kicked her abdomen again, yelling: "Get up, don't pretend to die!" He stretched out his hand to pull the placket of her clothes, lifted and dragged the person and threw them into the big bed.

The severe head pain and the pain in the abdomen made the person who had fainted frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a voice in her mind crying, which made her feel annoyed: "Shut up!"

With a cold sigh, he opened his eyes and couldn't help but tighten his brows.There was indeed a voice crying in his mind, and there was a wretched man with only a pair of underpants in front of him, staring at her with a wicked look.

Glancing across the disgusting body of the wretched man, she looked at the antique room, her lips pressed into a line.

In her mind, the crying voice seemed to have been stunned since she sipped coldly, and it actually stopped.

"Huh! Knowing that it's useless to pretend to be dead, right? It's better to accompany him for fun, otherwise, he has a way to clean up you!" As he said, he rushed towards Feng Qingge who was sitting on the bed like a hungry wolf.

"Looking for death!" She snorted with a look of disgust, bent her knees and raised her feet and kicked the wretched man who rushed up.

"Bang! Hmm!"

The wretched man was kicked indifferently, and the whole person fell on the ground like a toad and snorted. He recovered and quickly got up, glaring at the woman sitting on the bedside, twisting his fist, and waved it up: " Stinky woman! Dare to kick Lao Tzu and see if Lao Tzu won't kill you!"

However, what surprised him was that she caught the fist that was thrown out, and she did not know what technique she used to clasp his hand and then fold it down. He only heard the cracking sound of broken bones, which made his face a pain. Bai screamed instinctively, but a pair of cold hands clasped his throat, a clicking sound suddenly came out, his forehead tilted, his eyes fell straight and straight, until he died, he couldn't even scream. Speak out.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the sound of the room returned to silence, so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

But at this time, the girl sitting on the bed stretched out her white and slender fingers and looked at her. Her brows were lightly raised, and a slightly evil smile appeared on her lips. It was just that she was so evil. The smile matched that ruined face, and it seemed weird and creepy no matter how you looked at it.

Maybe it was the dead man who first confessed that he didn't have to come in no matter what the room was making. Therefore, although the two men guarding outside heard the sound of beating and beating inside, they thought that it was the man who abused the girl, so They didn't care.

The girl on the bed walked to the Linghua mirror and sat down, looking at the horrible face reflected in the mirror, her eyes narrowed slightly, her fingers gently tapping on the dressing table tabletop, and she made a small tap. Knock.

"Let's talk! Who are you?" She looked in the mirror, as if talking to herself.

However, just after her voice fell, there was a crying voice in her mind: "I am Feng Qingge, who are you?"

"Feng Jiu." She said, "You should be dead, right? What do you leave a ray of remnant thought in my mind?"

"I'm not reconciled! I hate it! Su Ruoyun, Su Ruoyun made me miserable..." The crying voice echoed in his mind with resentment.

Feng Jiu was silent for a long time without speaking, just listening to the voice in her mind crying, and a groan of unwillingness and resentment spread from her mind to her heart, which made her feel a sense of anger that did not belong to her. feel.