Mo Qingshuang stared at him for a long time, and a large amount of blood on the back of her hand was still flowing down her fingertips.
After a while, she glanced at her brother holding the baby, and thinking of her mother's instructions and entrustment before her death, she walked around him without saying a word.
Even if he had murderous intentions first, she couldn't do anything to him.
"Sister!" With this slow sound, the corners of the beautiful boy's mouth curled up again, and almost at the same time, he took out a small and exquisite toy-like pistol from behind the teddy bear.
Without hesitation, he fired one shot after another, with an innocent smile on his face, "Sister, go play in another world!".[
Six shots in total.
Mo Qingshuang stood still and slowly turned around. When she finally saw her brother with a bright smile, she was already weak and fell down.
I feel dizzy, and my consciousness seems to be involved in a whirlpool, spinning violently, almost tearing people apart.
tear...
A tearing pain came from the lower body. I wanted to resist, but almost my entire body was crushed to death.
She gasped for air and felt like she could hardly breathe.
"Qingshuang, do you like this..." The sexy and magnetic voice revealed a sense of laziness and charm from her bones, but almost every word was accompanied by a sharp throbbing pain, which made her breathless.
Mo Qingshuang opened her eyes and vaguely saw a shadow moving fiercely on her body.
Who is this stinky man? She frowned tightly, and the painful expression on her beautiful face seemed to be a strong medicine, which further aroused the other person's sense of conquest.
I wanted to break free, but my body seemed to be reorganized after being dismembered. My whole body was in pain and my consciousness was unable to control my body at all.
Mo Qingshuang wanted to speak, but she didn't have any strength to open her mouth.
While breathing, I heard a little chuckle, which seemed to be a little mocking.
There was still a sense of deliberate alienation in that charming voice, and cold fingers pinched her mandible, "You have got your wish, why do you still look like you are suffering? Don't you feel that this king's favor is not enough?"
Like a person on the verge of death, she couldn't see clearly what that person looked like, and her vision was always blurry.
His voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, stimulating her senses along with his breath.
In the pain, she felt hotter and hotter, as if her whole body was about to explode.
"Tell me, do you like this feeling, or do you like the feeling of hearing others call you princess?"
