Chapter 1997: White tiles, sharp thin blades

Song Yuzi felt a fiery sting in her cheek.
You don't need to look, you know that the volume has scratched his face.
But what is this?
Isn't he hurt enough by her? In an invisible place, there are more than one wound.
"Measure, you will know my good, I really love you, as long as you... as long as you..." He held down her desperately struggling hand, "Just a little bit, whether it's mind or body, you give I can do it..."
However, the capacity cannot be weak or yield.
In a hurry, she waved her hand, slapped her face, and slapped Song Yuzi in the face.
With so much force, his face turned to one side and he immediately swelled up.
Song Yuzi was shocked by the power bursting under extreme anger and fear.
But he didn't have time to continue, because he heard the wind behind his ears...
He can let his capacity "injury" him, because he knows that she can't do any substantial harm to him, let alone he is willing to let her vent her anger.
But other people can't.
Song Yuzi took the capacity meter and leaned aside, avoiding what was about to hit her head.
Huh!
It is the sound of ceramics.
The volume was too high, she saw the fragments of porcelain, but she felt lighter.
Song Yuzi was actually pulled away.
She sat up and looked at Xiao Xiaobao who was fighting Song Yuzi with some shock.
Isn't he in the bedroom, isn't someone looking at him? How did he come here?
Xiao Xiaobao's anger seemed no less than Song Yuzi's.
With his current size, he could even be tied with Song Yuzi.
"Sister-run! Run!" Xiao Xiaobao waved his fist, "You run, they can't catch you!"
The amount of capacity understood what Xiao Xiaobao said.
Sure enough, he used the opportunity of playing online games to hack the surveillance system here.
Otherwise, how could he sneak out all the way without being discovered.
Xiao Xiaobao is a powerful hacker by nature, but he hides deeply, always acting dull and stupid.
He let the capacity go, as long as she runs into the woods, at least for a short period of time, they can't catch her back.
But the capacity did not even think about running away. She was here to save Xiao Xiaobao. What is the point of running away by herself? Besides, she didn't believe she would fail so much...
She obviously has something to do...
The gaze of the volume fell on the ground on the side, white tiles, sharp thin blades.
She suddenly bent over and picked it up, rushed forward, and hugged Song Yuzi.
When her soft arms were wrapped around, Song Yuzi was still stunned, even if Xiao Xiaobao took the opportunity to give him a punch.
But then, those cold hands touched his neck.
Song Yuzi dullly felt the danger of death...
The capacity meter pinched the tiles in his palms, "Squeak, I don't want to go this far."
Halfway through this sentence, she had severely cut his neck artery.
At that moment, blood sprayed on Xiao Xiaobao's face in front of him.
The capacity was thrown out.
Song Yuzi pressed her neck tightly, but the blood was still spitting out from his wound.
He looked at the volume that fell to the ground, such eyes, despair, cruelty, pain, sadness, disbelief... She guessed that she might never forget it.
Such an angel-like capacity, cute and simple, looking at everything in this world with a pair of pure eyes.
That amount of capacity, cut his throat with a piece of porcelain.