I broke my sleeves with the son

Jiang Luoqing said: "According to what you say, it's still my fault."

His voice was cold, and he couldn't hear much emotional fluctuations.The fear in Qing Zhen's heart is getting bigger and bigger because of him.

Qing Zhen raised her head in horror, and saw the face without a mask, the small blood-red moles at the end of her eyes that were supposed to be fiery became very indifferent under such circumstances.

Jiang Luoqing said: "Furthermore, I remember that you don't have a younger brother, right? No, it should mean that there are only you and your mother in your family. How can you have a sick younger brother?"

This matter was mentioned by Daimu once by chance, and she didn't say much, only that Qingzhen grew up in the mansion, and when he was a child, his father lost his mother and son and couldn't survive, so he came to seek refuge with her husband who was in charge of the mansion Aunt there.

Jiang Luoqing didn't listen carefully at that time, and he didn't remember very clearly, but since then, he remembered to mention less about his father from Qingzhen's face.

It turned out that this was finally used to expose this person's lies.

Qingzhen's complexion was pale, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the veins on his forehead kept twitching.His eyes were red, and he lowered his head and panted, as if someone had stabbed him with a fatal wound.

Jiang Luoqing looked down at him, he didn't expect this person to be so fragile, so he just said a few words?And every sentence is non-aggressive. I didn't expect this person to be unbearable. How did he have the guts to attack him in the middle of the night?

Jiang Luoqing said: "And the preparations are quite complete, it doesn't seem like they are being prepared in a hurry. The medicine powder and blowing needles are all ready, but unfortunately you read too many story books, this thing has no internal force to move it, it's not even as good as a kitchen knife. "

When he said this, the green needle that was still trembling just now suddenly stopped. He looked up at Jiang Luoqing, his eyes were red with madness inside, and he whispered: "So you are not going to forgive me, son, right?" Bar?"

As he spoke, he stood up slowly from the ground. Seeing that Jiang Luoqing hadn't spoken, he sarcastically smiled to himself: "What are you pretending to be here? The master gave you up by himself, just like those people in the yard Same. The master is not interested in you anymore, and you want to kill me because you can say a word?"

As he spoke, he suddenly rushed towards Jiang Luoqing. Jiang Luoqing thought he was going to hit someone, so he turned around to dodge, but only halfway through, his waist and hands were tightly hugged.

Qing Zhen gasped and hugged Jiang Luoqing, the more he looked at the thin white neck in front of him, the more itchy he felt, he forgot about the desire for revenge, he stuck out his tongue and licked the thin white neck.

Jiang Luoqing's body froze suddenly. He exerted force on his hand, and the very thin cup that was originally made to look good broke.

The glass was broken between his hand and the table, and his hand acted as a buffer, so the sound wasn't too loud.

There was scorching breath on the neck, and hands were moving on his arms and waist, and there was even an upward trend.

Jiang Luoqing's mind was blank, and he kept touching the softness of his neck. This was not a very good experience, and it was even too creepy for him.

His hand full of wounds kept bleeding, and he held a thin piece of porcelain in his hand.

Qing Zhen took a deep sniff at the neck in front of him, and he sighed almost intoxicated: "It's so sweet."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a soft pop, and his voice stopped.

Jiang Luoqing squeezed the fragment and pulled it out forcefully, blood spurted out.It splashed half of his face, and the person who supported him just now was not strong enough to hold him tightly, and now he fell to the ground clutching his cut throat

A pair of eyes were firmly open, and the eyeballs protruded as if to remember the person who killed him in front of him, and it seemed that he was still nostalgic for the appearance of the person in front of him.

Jiang Luoqing raised his feet and walked to the edge of the bed to sit down. He frowned and took out the broken glass in his mouth while breathing in. There was still the wound medicine on the head of the bed that was used to treat his leg injury, and he used it to apply it. In his hands, he moved very carefully, and then slowly wrapped his hands with cloth strips round and round, tightly wrapping his hands.

He felt very tired when this happened tonight, and he didn't even have the intention to tidy up the people on the ground a little bit. He tore off the bed sheet and covered the people on the ground, then fell down on the bed and fell asleep under the quilt.

On the second day, Daimu skillfully pushed the door in with the washing things. He pushed the door in these two days, and Jiang Luoqing would not lock the door.

Seeing that the person on the bed was still sleeping, he subconsciously lowered his footsteps and put away the washing water. He turned around and saw that the black sheet was covered on the floor, and there was something under the sheet...

boom--!

Jiang Luoqing opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Daimu slumped to the ground in horror. He supported himself to move back with his hands, and made a "ho ho" sound from his throat.

The upper part of the corpse on the ground was exposed, and the lower part was still covered. The head was tilted and fell on the ground, as if lying on Daimu's side and staring at him.

Daimu simply closed his eyes and stepped back.

Jiang Luoqing yawned and stood up. Rubbing his eyes, he walked to the corpse and bent down to cover it with a black cloth. He walked to the side of the shivering Daimu and kicked his legs very lightly: "Don't be afraid, It's all right."

Daimu looked at Jiang Luoqing, the terrified expression on his face hadn't faded, the light that finally lit up seemed to be covered in dust, he tremblingly said: "Qingzhen, dead." His throat was cut open, The head was tilted there, and a large pool of blood stained the floor almost black.

Those eyes stared at him, unrepentant.

Daimu trembled again, it's not like he hasn't seen dead people before.

But this is what made him experience death the most. It was the first time he saw the exposed corpse and the eyes that were dying, and the person who had been with him for so long would be gone if he said nothing.

Following his words, Jiang Luoqing looked back at the tightly covered corpse lying on the ground, and said, "Well, he's dead."

After he finished speaking, he still looked terrified when he saw Daimu, obviously not recovered, so he turned around and went to wash up.

The water is hot and comfortable to rub on the face.

After washing, he smoothly took some cream and applied it on his face and hands.

This is an inconspicuous habit he has had since he was a child. His mother took him to apply this thing since he was a child, so when conditions permit, he will apply it on his face after washing.

But he doesn't have anything essential to this habit. After all, if a big man has to put something on his face, he always feels a little weird.

His own hair is loose, and now Daimu is back there again, no one has tied his hair, so he can only take the straps to tie his hair behind him, but these straps have a disadvantage, that is, they are always easy to fall Slips and often has to be re-tied.