Language is a very artistic existence, and when people listen to others speak, they must remember to listen to the whole thing, not just half of it.
Because when the people present heard the first half of Bo Jinghan's sentence, few could recall it, but when she finished the second half, Ivan reacted first and looked at Bo Jinghan with a more intriguing look.
appreciation.
Gee, he especially liked the way Bo Jinghan looked at this moment.
A faint light shrouded her body, and even though the light was warm orange, it still couldn't conceal the cold aura exuding from her body. And this coldness was combined with the fear, tension, weirdness, and fear that filled the air.
The mixture of traces of bloody smell creates an extremely coquettish charm.
She is very beautiful at this moment, especially beautiful.
It was a bit more beautiful than the figure in his memory who was wearing a carmine red dress and whose snow-white hands were stained with sticky blood. She had a taste of the same kind.
At this moment, she is also a monster!
The human-shaped rice dumpling lying in front of the coffee table and in the middle of the carpet did not have that kind of consciousness.
I felt that what Jinghan Bo said was extremely weird.
But when Bao Jinghan stood up, walked around the coffee table, holding the knife she said was so cute in his hand, walked up to him, slowly bent down, gently bent his legs, and gave him a gentle smile that was extremely beautiful.
When smiling——
"ah!!!"
The suffocating pain, intertwined with the smell of blood, fed directly from his arms to his brain, quickly spreading to every nerve line.
The face of the humanoid Zongzi was completely distorted.
Dark red, half-dried blood hung on his cheeks. Because of the distortion of his face, he looked particularly hideous and terrifying, like an evil ghost in hell!
At this time, another touch of bright red slowly slid down along the tight muscle texture on his arms, covering up the originally ferocious tattoos in streaks of enchanting blood-red.
The silver table knife was motionless at the moment, piercing the slightly open mouth with the skull tattoo as easily as it was inserted into the cod steak. However, the silver blade reflected the sudden flash of blood.
But it gives people a creepy feeling of fear, emerging from the depths of their souls.
"Hey, let me tell you, this knife is too tough and not easy to use at all."
Bo Jinghan was so funny that he didn't even hear the man's scream, nor did he feel the fear and panic from his soul. He just stared at the knife in his hand, his eyes soft as if looking at the food on the table. Hers
The knuckles were slightly clasped, the fingertips moved, and the wrist was slightly lifted, and he pulled out the knife again. Then he put the knife back in front of his eyes and looked at it very seriously. His concentration made Ivan feel that
His blood was boiling, as if he had found someone of the same kind he recognized, and he excitedly resonated with him.
He loves this Bo Jinghan to death!
Unlike Ivan, a guy with such a strong psychological quality that he is a bit perverted.
The man who was tied into a rice dumpling and whose body was curled up again due to pain, looking for a safe posture, now, after experiencing two severe pains, fully understood the meaning of Bo Jinghan's previous words.
At this time, how could he dare to despise her and treat her like a mere woman?
The little Jiujiu and little abacus in my heart also turned into nothingness with this knife, leaving only endless panic, vigilance, and the fear of staying away!
