Will God give him the next chance to approach and kill Ye Xiaotian?
No, maybe he will never have such a good opportunity in this life. Ye Xiaotian is not a fool. He can see the anger and hatred rolling like lava in his eyes.
Although they are father and son, they are more like sworn enemies. Only by killing him will his mother rest in peace in another world. Otherwise, she is afraid that even if she becomes a ghost, she will only be a ghost filled with resentment. Ghosts cannot rest in peace and cannot be reborn!
Angrily, he pulled out the detonator wire again and tried to light it again with the lighter he had just stolen from the banquet hall.
once.
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twice.
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three times.
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When I tried it for the fifth time, I didn’t expect that the twisting thread was actually ignited!
He was just ecstatic, thinking that his wish to die together with Ye Xiaotian could finally come true. Half a second later, he realized that he was stunned and almost lost his mind!
No! Things should not develop in this direction!
This should be just part of the experiment! This damn twisting thread should be able to wither and shrink like this with sparks when he hugs Ye Xiaotian tightly!
He was hurriedly beating on his body, and wherever he was able to destroy it, Twisted Thread continued to march towards the critical point of explosion at a lightning speed!
At this moment, like a flash of lightning, a small figure moved over, and a pair of sharp scissors clicked, cutting off the twisted thread that was almost completely burned to the extreme!
He lowered his head, sweat pouring down his forehead, and looked intently at the little girl who seemed to appear silently at his feet and quickly saved his life.
She was about five or six years old, with pink makeup and a pure white maid's tutu. Her face was as white as a blooming white rose, but her pupils were pitch black, as black as the deepest midnight. She had a look about her age. It doesn't match the coolness.
She held a pair of large silver flower scissors in her little hand and stared at him intently.
The first moment he came into contact with those eyes, he was stunned. What kind of eyes they were, as black as paint, as clear as autumn water, with bright and focused eyes. At first glance, they seemed curious, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be extremely indifferent.
Under the silver moonlight, her facial features were exquisite and her skin was as fine as porcelain. She was as beautiful as a legendary angel, except for a pair of wings on her back and a halo on her head.
"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, the angel spoke, his tone was very cold, but it could be heard that it was not a question, but a simple message, "Playing with fire is not allowed in Rose Manor..."
The little feet wearing round-toed black leather shoes stepped on it, and neatly stamped out the burned but still smoking knives that had fallen into the soil.
It turns out that she is just a little maid in Rose Manor! Judging from her age and dress, she should not be able to do any other heavy work. She is just a little flower girl responsible for sprinkling water and picking flowers.
Presumably, the tens of millions of perfumed lilies and bright roses that filled the banquet hall were all produced by the pair of flower scissors in her hand that were simply too big for her body!
His eyes passed over her hands, and sure enough, they were covered with thorn marks and thick calluses, and there was suspicious black mud between the fingers. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't match her little face with pink makeup.
With an unspeakable complex emotion rising in his heart, he said lightly, "Do you know who I am?" Will God give him the next chance to approach and kill Ye Xiaotian?
No, maybe he will never have such a good opportunity in this life. Ye Xiaotian is not a fool. He can see the anger and hatred rolling like lava in his eyes.
Although they are father and son, they are more like sworn enemies. Only by killing him will his mother rest in peace in another world. Otherwise, she is afraid that even if she becomes a ghost, she will only be a ghost filled with resentment. Ghosts cannot rest in peace and cannot be reborn!
Angrily, he pulled out the detonator wire again and tried to light it again with the lighter he had just stolen from the banquet hall.
once.
．
．
．
．
．
twice.
．
．
．
．
．
three times.
．
．
．
．
．
When I tried it for the fifth time, I didn’t expect that the twisting thread was actually ignited!
He was just ecstatic, thinking that his wish to die together with Ye Xiaotian could finally come true. Half a second later, he realized that he was stunned and almost lost his mind!
No! Things should not develop in this direction!
This should be just part of the experiment! This damn twisting thread should be able to wither and shrink like this with sparks when he hugs Ye Xiaotian tightly!
He was hurriedly beating on his body, and wherever he was able to destroy it, Twisted Thread continued to march towards the critical point of explosion at a lightning speed!
At this moment, like a flash of lightning, a small figure moved over, and a pair of sharp scissors clicked, cutting off the twisted thread that was almost completely burned to the extreme!
He lowered his head, sweat pouring down his forehead, and looked intently at the little girl who seemed to appear silently at his feet and quickly saved his life.
She was about five or six years old, with pink makeup and a pure white maid's tutu. Her face was as white as a blooming white rose, but her pupils were pitch black, as black as the deepest midnight. She had a look about her age. It doesn't match the coolness.
She held a pair of large silver flower scissors in her little hand and stared at him intently.
The first moment he came into contact with those eyes, he was stunned. What kind of eyes they were, as black as paint, as clear as autumn water, with bright and focused eyes. At first glance, they seemed curious, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be extremely indifferent.
Under the silver moonlight, her facial features were exquisite and her skin was as fine as porcelain. She was as beautiful as a legendary angel, except for a pair of wings on her back and a halo on her head.
"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, the angel spoke, his tone was very cold, but it could be heard that it was not a question, but a simple message, "Playing with fire is not allowed in Rose Manor..."
The little feet wearing round-toed black leather shoes stepped on it, and neatly stamped out the burned but still smoking knives that had fallen into the soil.
It turns out that she is just a little maid in Rose Manor! Judging from her age and dress, she should not be able to do any other heavy work. She is just a little flower girl responsible for sprinkling water and picking flowers.
Presumably, the tens of millions of perfumed lilies and bright roses that filled the banquet hall were all produced by the pair of flower scissors in her hand that were simply too big for her body!
His eyes passed over her hands, and sure enough, they were covered with thorn marks and thick calluses, and there was suspicious black mud between the fingers. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't match her little face with pink makeup.
With an unspeakable complex emotion rising in his heart, he said lightly, "Do you know who I am?"