Chapter 638

"It was worn by your mother before she died."

Smell speech, late also don't care to ask why she can't use money, quickly picked up the watch, look slightly moved.

"And this one."

Chi Ling took out a music box again. "When you were born, you loved crying very much. Your mother bought this for you. Every time the music rings, you will laugh."

Listening to her saying this, it seems that she can see the picture later. Her eyes are red when she thinks of her parents she has never met.

"Why is there no sound?" Chi Ling twisted the spring, but the music box didn't make a sound. "Is it a long time ago, it's broken?"

"Let me see."

Late already can't wait, went to take the music box over, hanging his head, fingers rubbing its smooth surface.

"I'll look again. I remember a little toy that your father bought for you."

Chi Ling gave a stiff smile and began to search in the black bag again.

Wen Mo, who has been sitting and observing, looks at the watch and the music box.

It's true that these two things look like objects from more than 20 years ago, but the problem is that they have no sign of damage.

According to Chi Ling's character, it is impossible to preserve it so carefully.

I'm afraid that these are not the relics of late parents.

But if she wants to cheat money with fake relics, why refuse that bank card?

Suddenly, a faint light from the black bag quietly burst out, attracted his attention.

As soon as his face changed, he stood up immediately!

At the same time, Chi Ling took out what she had found - a sharp butterfly knife!

"Be careful!"

When Wen Mo called out the first word, Chi Lingmeng raised her knife and stabbed Chi Wan, who was standing beside her. The target was Chi Wan's heart. As long as she stabbed hard, she could die on the spot!

"Go to hell!"

Chi Wan was surprised. Looking up, she saw Chi Ling's face was ferocious. She seemed to use all her strength to stab the knife straight to her heart.

She didn't have time to respond. However, when the tip of the knife was less than 3cm away from her, a slender hand stretched out of thin air and held the blade without any hesitation!

Puyi -

the blade instantly penetrated into the soft skin of the hand, and the blood continuously gushed out. It fell on the shining ground, and blossomed out one after another.

"Wen Mo!"

Chi Ling, who failed in the assassination, turned pale and tried to push the butterfly knife to the end.

Later, I even heard the sound of the blade rubbing against the bone, which made my scalp numb.

Wen Mo didn't frown. He still held the blade firmly and didn't let it move forward by a millimeter.

"To die!" He kicked Chi Ling in the chest.

Huge pain instantly swept the whole body, let her off the force, involuntarily released her hand, the body as heavy as a rag bag flew three meters away, fell in the corner.

"Ah -" she screamed in pain.

"Silence Tardy night's pale face grabbed his hand, "how are you?"

Hearing the knife thrown by Merson's hand, the bloody knife fell to the ground with a bang.

"It's OK. Cut a little skin." He calmly held the bloody hand tightly into a fist, and raised his lips slightly to his face.

She clenched her lower lip and looked at his bleeding left hand. A layer of water gradually came out of her eyes.

How could it be just a little bit of skin?

The knife was very sharp, Chi Ling used so much strength, he used the fragile flesh and blood to block the impact, afraid that the blade would be embedded in the bone!