He really thought, how could such a kind girl do such a terrible thing?
"Then let me tell you, you have seen the wrong person. I am the most evil and terrifying Hellshara..." A fierce light flashed through her eyes quickly, and the next second, a white silk thread emerged from her sleeve.
, strangled his neck tightly——
"Well..." He was choked so hard that he could hardly breathe, and he was completely confused about the situation in front of him: "Jingjing... why did you..."
What the hell is going on? Is this a dream?
She seemed to hear the words in his heart, and the cruel smile on her lips raised: "None of this is a dream! I have killed your whole family, and now you are the only one left..."
"Why...why...you...do...this..."
"Why?" She sneered, "This is the price you pay for keeping me!"
"Jingjing...you...are not such a person..." Even though he was about to die, he still believed that the woman in front of him was kind and had a kind heart, but he didn't know why it was hidden...
He really wanted to help her and lead her back to the right path...but, he couldn't do it...
"I will personally prove to you that you are this kind of person..." A dagger was held in her hand, the corners of her cold mouth raised, and the murderous aura in her eyes became stronger and stronger...
"Chi!" The sound of the knife squeezing into flesh and blood!
Blood splattered on the wall...
The cold knife was thrust into his chest mercilessly!
She stood right in front of him, the two of them were very close, so close that he could feel her breath on his face.
He opened his big eyes and looked at her, but there was no trace of hatred in his eyes, but a kind of sadness, sadness, and unspeakable pity...
"I... really... really want to... love you... but... I can't... anymore... You must... find yourself... that... kind... you..."
After the last word fell, his body fell vertically to the ground...
A gust of wind blew gently in from the window, and a piece of drawing paper floated in front of her on the desk.
She took it easily and got the painting. The woman in the painting had a smile as bright as a flower and a pair of enchanting red and phoenix eyes. She was as beautiful as a fairy descending from heaven...
What a stupid man! She smiled coldly, tore the portrait into pieces and threw it in the air...
Paper fragments floated in the air like fairy flowers, falling to the ground one by one, falling on the desk, her head, and his face...
When Bai Jingjing walked out of the study, the corpses on the ground in front of her were all those of maids and servants. Their deaths were different and quite tragic.
Facing such a scene, she felt nothing at all, stepping on the corpse on the ground and walking forward step by step.
Suddenly a voice came from mid-air: "Oh, how could it be like this!"
Huang Zi stood on the roof, folding his hands on his chest, sighing and shaking his head: "This family died so tragically..."
Bai Jingjing glared at him: "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
He raised the corner of his mouth and appeared in front of her in a flash: "The master asked me to come to you. The master wants to see you."
"I know!" She frowned, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"You seem to have been abandoned! In this state, do you still have the face to meet the master?" Huang Zi looked like he was gloating, and said with a smile: "You have failed at all!"