No one thought that Bai Lian would die at this time.

Dead quietly, but so unwilling.

How to think about it, she should not be just such an ending, but otherwise, it seems that there is no more suitable destination for her.

Some ambitions, once bred, will completely devour human nature and people's hearts.

It's not so easy to look back.

It's a relief to think about it again.

It's just that her face, which is similar to yunzipei's six or seven points, can reach seven or eight points after deliberately dressing up, to some extent, unconsciously adds fuel to the atmosphere of the scene.

After she had a definite number, Zhao Wanxi stopped working in vain. Instead, she paid more attention to Leng junyang, who had been stimulated by her.

Sure enough, after hearing the two indifferent words of Hua Shuying, Leng junyang's dodging eyes finally fell on Bai Lian's side.

To be exact, it fell on her face.

Pale and bloodless, the gray death spread silently.

At that moment, it seems that he recalled a secret fragile thought in his heart. Leng junyang's pupils shrank again and again.

Eyes gradually become straight, throat is also rapidly rolling up and down.

Looking at each other's chest, which is constantly fluctuating due to shortness of breath, Zhao Wanxi's fundus is slightly coagulated.

At this time, Leng junyang's mood is obviously too big. According to his physical condition, he should not last long.

Perhaps, this blood can be avoided, as long as he fell, the rest of the matter It's much easier.

It is the best policy not to fight but to subdue others.

Maybe Leng junao thought of this, and the evil spirit of his whole body gradually converged, but the look at the bottom of his eyes was a little complicated.

When Zhao Wanxi knew what he was thinking and wanted to comfort him with her eyes, she suddenly raised her head.

The face is still distorted and terrible, and the face is not good, so the children watch the mode of crying.

Only a little calm.

Ferocious eyes as deep as the sea, black as some kind of substantive ignorance, can devour everything.

Looking steadily at Zhao Wanxi, she seemed to be more serious than ever.

"She was How did you die? "

"How did you die?"

He was slightly frightened by his state. Suddenly, Zhao Wanxi's brain didn't catch up.

It took a full turn to really understand Leng junyang's meaning.

Understand, the heart is also more or less a little mixed up.

Can ask these words, enough to prove that Leng junyang body used to suppress memory drugs, has no effect.

But now that she has stimulated the recovery of memory, then about this question, even if it is not asked, is it enough to imagine?

A little doubt, eyes changed, Zhao Wanxi eyes slightly accumulated a little heavy.

"Are you sure you want to listen?"

In fact, what she really wants to ask is, can you continue to listen to your current state?

If you're a little smarter, you'll choose to stop just enough, right?

In her doubts, Leng junyang raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on his mouth and raised his head.

It is clear that there is not a long distance between them, but Zhao Wanxi is stunned that she can't see through each other's real emotions.

Only to see him incite the purple lipstick, with hoarse harsh voice, lightly spit out two words: "natural."