Jing Yue stood at the door with a murderous face, holding the wood knife tightly in her hand.

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the blood trickled down her arm. At this moment, Jing Yue's body had been scratched four or five times by herself.

The thick smell of blood came, and everyone stared at Jing Yue, who was standing at the door full of blood. Her face was cold and murderous, and her dark eyes looked at you. They would rush to chop you up in the next second. In the house behind Jing Yue, four bodies were lying on the ground.

The countless scars on the corpse seemed to be because the knife was not sharp enough to cut people. The last fatal wound was on the throat. It was obvious that Jing Yue had cut these people's throats because she couldn't cut them down.

Everyone saw this scene, behind the qiqifaliang, looking at Jingyue's eyes, a touch of fear.

"Bang Dang!" Jing Yue's firewood knife falls to the ground. Jing Yue looks at Xiao Chen, and the corners of her mouth slowly evoke a smile. All her tight nerves quietly relax. Her overdrawn strength can no longer support her. Jing Yue's body slowly falls down.

"Jingyue!" Xiao Chen darts past, hugs the fallen Jing Yue, and looks at her pale face. There is no blood on her lips. Xiao Chen's eyes are full of panic, and runs out with Jing Yue in her arms.

Jing Yue had a deep sleep, and even had a feeling that she didn't want to wake up again. This idea kept Jing Yue in a highly relaxed state, and she had no independent consciousness, so she fell asleep all the time, until Jing Yue felt tired and tired, and seemed to want to wake up, but she couldn't open her eyes.

In the dark, Jing Yue is restless. She seems to realize that she can't wake up and can't control her consciousness. There is a feeling that her soul is breaking away, which makes Jing Yue very uneasy. In her sleep, Jing Yue frowns tightly and seems to be struggling.

Finally, when Jingyue wants to get rid of something, in the dark consciousness, a pair of beautiful eyes slowly open, a pair of golden and green eyes so kind, let Jingyue that restless heart slowly calm down, Jingyue fell into sleep again.

"Well..." Jing Yue has been in a coma for three days. Xiao Chen keeps by Jing Yue's bed day and night. In the morning of the fourth day, Jing Yue's eyelashes tremble slightly, and slowly opens her eyes that have been closed for a long time. Looking at the curtain roof in front of her eyes, Jing Yue's brain appears a short trance.

Want to move an arm, but discover oneself of hand is tightly grasped by a big hand, Jing Yue side head sees, that props chin to fall asleep at the edge of the bed of man is not Xiao Chen who? Looking at the green and black color of Xiao Chen's eyes, the green and astringent stubble appeared under Xiao Chen's chin.

There is a faint smile in Jing Yue's eyes. She looks at Xiao Chen carefully with her eyes open. Her beautiful facial features must be the key to her confusion. Jing Yue thinks about it. She looks at Xiao Chen's body and shakes slightly. She seems to dream of something bad and opens her eyes suddenly.

"Jingyue You wake up Xiao Chen's habitual side head looks, originally thought sees definitely or is closing the eye Jingyue, but did not expect this to turn head to look, one eye was opposite to the Jingyue that a pair of eyes with a little bit of gentle look, dazzling.

"Xiao Chen..." Jing Yue looks at Xiao Chen's surprised and happy appearance, and the corners of her mouth show a shallow smile.

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