An Yimo nodded and said, "are you sure it's just a fake poke, not a real poke?"

"Well." Gong Ming nodded at night.

Just in case, Ann emphasizes, "if you get hurt, I'll divorce you right away!"

Smell speech, Gong Ming night light smile touched to touch her hair.

Three minutes is fleeting. As soon as the time arrives, begira says, "three minutes is here. Have you finished?"

"It's over." Gong MINGYE sat an Yimo down again, then took the dagger and looked at it carefully. It seemed that he said, "this dagger looks very sharp. You say, what can I do with it? Is it an arm, a leg, or something else? "

"It depends on your sincerity to save Gong Xinyue." Beijila said with a smile, "where do you say you want to poke to save Gong Xinyue's life?"

Gong Ming night in the position of his chest under the sign, "here, how?"

Beijila's eyes looked as if they were shining. "Of course, I don't know if you can do something to yourself. If you poke it a little lighter, I won't stick to it."

"Don't worry, it will be as you wish."

Two people in the dialogue at the same time, from the eyes of an Yimo, clearly see in the warehouse outside the old window, there is a person squatting there.

It's just that the window is on the wall behind begira, and begira can't see it at all.

An Yimo slightly understands the intention of Gong MINGYE. It turns out that he wants to poke himself, and then let others save him.

She took another look at the monitoring screen in the corner, and saw that all the small pictures on the screen were still empty. It could be seen that they had been tampered with.

At this time, beijila seems to have no patience to entangle with Gongming night, but some impatient way, "OK, poke it quickly, don't wait for time, no one can save you."

"Good." Gong Ming night's line of sight lightly skips that window, immediately no longer hesitates, holding dagger, fiercely pokes to own chest.

Gurgling blood gushed out from the dagger and gradually spread into bright red.

This scene was unexpected by an Yimo.

He clearly said that he was just trying to poke himself. Who ever thought it was a real poke!

Regardless of what he had told her before, an Yimo ran forward and just caught Gong MINGYE's precarious body.

"Gongming night! Don't we agree that you won't really poke yourself? " An Yimo angrily scolded him.

But it was more frightening, because the blood in his chest seemed to flow inexhaustibly, still flowing out.

This scene made her eyes red.

He lied to her. He lied to her again!

She covered his chest and tried to stop his blood, but to no avail.

Blood dyed her whole hand blood red.

"How to shed so much blood, still bleeding..." an Yimo was very flustered, and his heart was dull and painful.

How can he... How can he not cherish his body like this!

"Don't cry, I said, don't be scared? Why are you still scared like this? " Gong MINGYE gently raised her hand and wiped the tears in her eyes.

He had clearly warned her in advance.

But she still cried so much, his little woman.

"Stop talking!" An Yimo yells at him. Every time he says a word, the blood on his chest is more and more fierce. It seems that he can't stop.