rebirth of wrong love farewell

"Hmm..." Bai Yuan clutched his pierced neck, lying on the ground gasping for breath, his unbelievable gaze fell straight into the glass of water.

Calmly picking up the glass of boiling water in front of the bedside table, Lan Youruo drank the remaining water in the glass in one gulp.

"Sleeping pills." She looked indifferently at the naked man who was struggling desperately, and her indifferent tone made him feel a biting chill from the bottom of his heart, "When I took the first sip, I knew the water was drugged." .”

She looked at him who was still alive, "I just want to see who is playing tricks?"

"No, it's impossible..." Hot blood flowed out from between his fingers, soon soaking his entire chest, Bai Yuan murmured in disbelief, "You, you obviously drank it."

"Heh" Lan Youruo smiled indifferently, her calm and stern eyes looked at the ceiling faintly, and then fell on him again, her gentle words revealed indifference, but cruelly broke his last hope: "Always Since then, I have been relying on sleeping pills to fall asleep."

"From one or two pills at the beginning, to a dozen pills, dozens of pills, and now half a bottle and half a bottle. Its medicinal effect has no effect on me." Closing his eyes, the expression in his eyes The grief made her eyes flicker more and more, "Tell me, your purpose, or, who is the person behind you?"

Bai Yuan writhed on the ground in fear, the blood flowed more and more, his breathing became more and more rapid, bringing the pain of suffocation.

"I forgot." As if she suddenly remembered, Lan Youruo stood up, her pajamas hugged her alluring body, she looked so alluring under the light, but it made Bai Yuan tremble with fear.

With the steel needle between her fingertips, her voice was so cold that there was a chill: "Since you can't speak, then there is no need to speak."

Pfft, the man's trembling body gradually stopped, and finally he collapsed on the ground, losing all vitality.

Pulling out the steel needle inserted into his heart, Lan Youruo sat back on the side of the bed, took out a tissue and wiped the blood droplets on the needle tip carefully.

Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, she snorted and laughed, and her unmoving voice sounded in this blood-stained bedroom: "Sleeping pills really can't kill you."

Otherwise, why would she still be able to open her eyes every morning and look at this dirty world.