After speaking, he pulled Luo Qingxue and Xiaobao and planned to leave.
Leng Yunting was completely stayed. He stood in place, watching the back of the three people drifting away, and the vast snow fell in his heart ...
And at this time!
Xiaobao suddenly ran over and ran to Leng Yunting. His eyes seemed to be the ice that could not be turned over for thousands of years, and he was bitter!
"Bad guy!" He said clearly, and then pulled out Lin Yuchen to send him his knife, stabbing his abdomen on Leng Yunting!
Leng Yunting watched the cold mang of the child's eyes in unbelievable, so the little child stabbed into the sword, blood, quickly followed the bright blade, flowing out. And Xiaobao's face, but not at all, not at all.
Move, like a sculpture.
He closed, the only warmth in life, except for Luo Qingxue, it was Lin Yuchen.
Therefore, for Lin Yuchen warned him, treating the bad guys should take out the knife to protect himself and protect Mommy!
This bad guy just tried to take his mother's away from him and his father, he hated him!
After all, children's strength is still small. Although it is pierced in one sword, it is not too deep.
Leng Yunting slowly retreats, and the knife fell to the ground. He covered his abdomen, his whole body strength, and was quickly pulled out by the flowing blood ...
Many times, things that have done are like the arrows that leave the string. Once it is shot, there is no possibility of turning back. No matter what you think in the process, the only thing that can be done is to watch it shot into the target.
Or die or hurt, pain or regret.
The 27 -year -old Leng Yunting always loves his head, everything is empty, disdain all humble things, domineering and arbitrarily judging a person's good and bad.
32 -year -old Leng Yunting will only know after vicissitudes that those precious things have been close to you, but pass by. Just because you think of things too much, and then make her
Seeing too lightly. No one will wait for you forever. When you want to recover, that person, those things have already been drowned in the sea of people, between them, across thousands of mountains and rivers.
Although she came back alive, she no longer belongs to herself. Those once beautiful memories, just like falling flowers, died with the wind- ——
In a bloody color, he just saw Xiaobao's tight lips, and he saw it -Luo Qingxue was frightened and distressed.
Seeing her for herself, showing such an expression, at the last moment of falling, he thought, in fact, even so, isn't it bad?
At least, she finally looked back at him.
He opened his mouth and wanted to talk, but he was choked, and he couldn't say a word.
Qingxue, don't leave, I ... I really love you. I really love you.
And when Luo Qingxue, when he saw this scene, the whole person seemed to be froze.
At the beginning, she saw her son's little body, but suddenly turned her head and ran to Leng Yunting's side, she was still angry.
After all, it is a bloodline relative. Even if he did not tell his son, his father and son identity, did he see him, and he recognized his father?
However, the next second, she saw her son pulling out the knife that Lin Yuchen gave him, and called a "bad guy" indifferently, and then pierced Leng Yunting's body with a knife!
She almost won't move, and her head has a instant stop.
Say Xiaobao will stab him with a knife ~~~ Hohoho ~~~ ``