Chapter 1144

The cold tip of the knife picked up her chin, and the cold touch made Cai Ruman shiver.

"What about the twisted possessiveness? I like it." dyed white lips evoke a treacherous and gloomy smile, with deep ink like pupils.

"Since I don't know whether it's the left hand or the right hand, it's simply broken." the girl's tone is careless, morbid paranoia and cruel, which makes people feel cold.

"You, you can't... Ah!" Cai Ruman's pupils tightened, and then a terrible scream broke out.

The girl stood up. The dark night set off her words like a demon coming into the world, gloomy to Crazy: "Whoever dares to peep at me, then, die."

Kill you, destroy you.

Ranbai looked at the steady flow of blood on the ground, flowing happily like a stream. The corners of her lips aroused a morbid and treacherous smile, and whispered with extreme paranoia: "you can only have me..."

"You see, how much I like you..."

Ranbai leaves quietly, and there is no sound when the Tathagata comes.

As soon as she returned to the room, she raised her eyes and bumped into the slender figure leaning against the wall.

She looked slightly, as if nothing had happened, threw the scalpel aside on the table, smiled sweetly and soft: "didn't she go to work? Why did she come back?"

Thin speech lifted his eyes, and the noble and gentle sight fell on the dyed white figure: "miss you, wait for you."

He straightened up, faded his laziness, put one hand in his pocket, and walked slowly past, just like an elegant young master.

He didn't ask her what she had done. He just took her hand and whispered, "your hands are so cold that you don't know to wear a coat when you go out."

He clenched her hand as if to convey heat to her.

The lips dyed white and light pink aroused a clever smile, "aren't you?"

"Yes, you have me." Bo Yan looked straight at ran Bai and glanced at the shiny, clean and bloodless scalpel. His slender and beautiful fingers picked up a wisp of hair scattered in the girl's ears, gently pinned behind her ears, and his voice was low and restrained: "so, I'll do these things."

"Blood will dirty your hands. Shall I help you?" Bo Yan held ranbai and whispered in her ear, his voice always with a third of love.

"Bo Yan." ranbai calls his name with a smile in her voice.

"Huh?"

"You say you're so good. What if I can't let you go?" ran Bai tilted her head and asked.

"I wish you wouldn't let me go." Bo Yan chuckled, and his white and delicate jaw rubbed the girl's cheek.

"Do you have DOPA?" ranbai asked an extremely childish question.

"99 percent." under the light, the man's gorgeous eyebrows are like precious oil paintings, with a shallow smile, his thin lips open gently, and his voice is as noble as jade.

"What about the remaining one percent?" ran Bai glanced at Bo Yan.

Bo Yan looked at ran Bai deeply. Deep in his eyes was a devout and obsessed morbid emotion: "leave it to your own choice."

He loved her so much that he wanted to imprison her with broken wings.

But if he did, he found that he didn't dare.

Dare not, dare not do so.

He loved her much deeper and farther than he thought, and couldn't bear her any reluctance or harm.

So he left the remaining one percent to her to choose.

The best is to have you hand in hand, the worst... But protect your side and see your life secure.