Chapter 679: The deep laughter is like the empty chant of the devil

Rong Xuelong looked at his wide-open peach eyes, almost indistinguishable from Jiang Chengwei.
For a while, I felt sad, and my tears almost fell uncontrollably.
"Hey, you, you...Even if you are really going to die..." She choked up, "Even if you are really going to die, please untie my rope before you die... Hello, do it to the end, send The Buddha was sent to the west... Jiang Chengxi..."
Before she finished speaking, she buried her head and began to cry.
"Cough..." Suddenly, the man on the ground coughed, frightening Rong Xuelong.
"You are crying..." he said leisurely.
"Are you not dead?" Rong Xuelong noticed that the other party was breathing again, and as soon as she closed her tears, she cursed, "You didn't pretend to be dead? Are you scary? Let me tell you that the cost of my funeral is very high Dear!"
Jiang Chengxi slowed down, and then said with difficulty, "Yes, your rope is not solved. Where can I dare to die... Keep a sigh of relief, and I will wait for you, Missy..."
Before changing, Rong Xuelong must have been stunned by him.
But now, when she heard that he still had the strength and her own grotesqueness, she even burst into laughter.
She was about to say something when she suddenly smelled a smell of smoke.
Rong Xuelong's eyes shrank.
This is... the smell of arson!
"Quickly, carry it back!" Jiang Chengxi clearly smelled this smell, "I will untie the rope for you!"
Unexpectedly, before Jiang Yilin and Shi Fangran fled, they would actually think of setting fire!
Perhaps due to exhaustion and weakness, Jiang Chengxi's hands kept trembling, and it took a lot of effort to finally uncover the rope in Rong Xuelong's hand.
Rong Xuelong immediately wanted to help Jiang Chengxi up, but found that his hands...have completely lost consciousness.
Wu Qing's wrist was swollen as if bitten by a poisonous snake, and the blood vessels and muscle tissue below seemed to have been necrotic...
The fire has spread outside the door.
They don’t have much time...
"Let's go." Jiang Chengxi exhausted his last strength, propped up and leaned against the wall behind him, "I can't get out..."
Rong Xuelong's gaze fell on his chest.
The scissors were deeply under the clothes, and a dazzling and enchanting flower bloomed on the blood.
"Go away..." His bloodless lips moved, "Rong Xuelong, although I have never liked you before. But I also thought...If there were no such troubles, we...can we marry... "
"You still have time to say these nasty things!" Rong Xuelong squatted down with her back to him, "You still have the strength. Come on my back! I can't move my hands, but I can still run. Go out!"
Jiang Chengxi slowly grabbed the scissors in his heart and pulled it out suddenly.
Without the barrier of the tip of the knife, the blood on the chest suddenly bloomed more and more gorgeous.
Then, he stretched out his hand and hung Rong Xuelong's neck from behind without saying a word.
Rong Xuelong gritted his teeth and stood up tremblingly with the perseverance of moving up a mountain.
The fire is getting bigger and bigger, there is more and more smoke in the air, and less and less oxygen.
Rong Xuelong took a sigh of relief and slowly moved out of the door step by step.
"Go over there..." Jiang Chengxi pointed to the other side, "There is a secret road over there, Jiang Yilin should not know. I just heard that they ran to the other side..."
He let out a deep laugh, like a devil's empty chant, and Rong Xuelong's back was picking up ice.