Chapter 1123: Fog Devil (45)

Thousands of sorrows swelled slightly, and the emotions in the pure blue scorpion swelled. He smirked his lips in a strange way, and his tone was inexplicable. "You don't think..."
His tone was slightly ironic, with a hint of ridicule, soft and awkward, ignoring her knife, and taking a step forward, thin lips and a cruel smile.
However, the girl blinked, but when he was about to reach for the knife, he suddenly picked up his toes and his lips softly printed his white face.
The action of Thousand Zeer suddenly stagnated, and the consciousness was slightly stunned for a moment. The wrist was flexibly grasped by the other side, and the handcuffs were easily copied.
The young man stunned and saw the other party unwilling to retreat. He licked his lips and smiled casually: "Hey, the police are very bad."
He suddenly realized that she kissed him as a joke and diverted attention. There was no ambiguous meaning at all, but it was a bait to lure prey.
She actually treated him like this.
Play like a prey.
The icy anger rushed out in my mind, and Chisel slightly gnashed his teeth. The bottom of the sputum was faintly red, earning the handcuffs of the hand, and the white wrist was slightly oozing, but the girl in front of him just took a look. Frown unpleasantly: "Blood, not good-looking."
What she cares about is that the prey is not good.
How can this be how... how can this be done to him?
The teenager himself couldn’t tell what the grievances and anger of the heart were. He looked at the silver knives in front of him fascinatedly, didn’t notice him at all, and smiled casually.
Kizaire, you see me. The best-looking people must also die the most beautifully."
She looked up at his eyes. "Don't you really want me to understand you? I remember that you like to take the organ commemoration. I like your eyes best, just dig them down... as a souvenir."
The blood in the singer was almost overflowing. I couldn’t see how he moved. The handcuffs had been easily untied. He reached out and held her neck, but he did not use any strength, but tried to restrain himself:
"I will give you a chance, think about it, you really want to kill me."
Although he was out of control and cruel, his tone was romantic and strange, but his voice was slightly trembling, and almost like a child who was helpless, he was doing the last helpless prayer.
"I think, how interesting it is to kill you." The girl looked at him with a side face, but raised an eyebrow and did not hesitate.
The brain of the boy is also very painful.
He was almost mad, and the pure blue eyes were staring at her. In the past, the favorite killing game, this moment is extremely disgusting, disgusted to almost want to immediately lose the knife in his hand, not let her fascinated eyes stop on the knife, not let her have the idea of ​​killing himself.
She teased him like a funny pet.
Don't care... kill and kill.
The youngster was scared red, and the voice finally lost the careless gentleness, slightly dumb:
"...no. You are not allowed to kill."
The girl lifted her voice and the voice was cold: "Why?"
"Don't kill." The other party muttered, the silver knife in his hand fell to the ground, he leaned over and hugged her, the delicate chin on her shoulder, the runaway brain rushed to blood, but he gritted his teeth. :
"No. I don't kill, you don't want it, that kind of thing... not so good. Not good at all."
In the end, he was almost wronged.
She hates perversion.
Yes.
He suddenly... very annoying.