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"Why don't you like me? I don't understand. I can't think of it. Are you blind or have a brain problem? You give me a reason and tell me why, why and why? "

The man raised his eyes, eyes Qin with fuzzy fog, dyed red blood, looked extremely painful, but inexplicably seductive, "so want to know why?"

Ye Ying breathed heavily, "I want to hear you say it once in a dream!"

He laughed, the blood stains on his lips, like flowers on the other side of the Yellow Spring Road, gorgeous and charming, "Ah Ying ah..."

His voice, with a fatal temptation, let Ye Ying have a moment of absence.

He called her Ah Ying. How long has he not called her like this?

How long hasn't he been so gentle?

Her eyes were almost wet and she didn't give him a chance to speak, so she said in a hurry,

"ah Ting, can you hand her over? As long as you are willing to hand her over, I'll let you go. We can still go back to the past. I don't want to be your woman. I just want to go back to the past

Line of sight in inadvertently, swept to a stone that flies to her, ye Ying quickly dodges, angry, "Sheng You Ting!"

He just deliberately distracted her. For the sake of that slut, he calculated her again.

She was almost fooled!!

If she had just been hit, she would have fainted in his way.

What's the past?

It's ridiculous. They have never had a good past before.

It was all her own imagination.

It's just a dream.

Now she wakes up,

she looks at the ruthless man with hatred, but hears him say, "as long as you are willing to let her go, you can do anything you want me to do."

"Even with me?"

"I promise you."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" She thought it was funny, then exaggerated laugh out of a voice, "you think I will believe you? I'm not a fool, Sheng You Ting

"You will do anything for her, but I will not let you do it." Muzzle, again at him, "I say again, hand in the man."

The man is adamant, "impossible."

"Bang --"

a shot hit him in the shoulder, accompanied by her cruel voice, "hand in or not?"

The shoulder blade was shot through, he choked with pain, but his mouth still only had that sentence, "no hand in!"

"Bang --"

the other shoulder blade is pierced, "do you want to hand it in?"

With the blood flowing more and more, his eyes began to blur gradually. Because he had to endure the pain from the wound, his neck burst out with thick blue veins

"Bang --"

"Bang --"

"Bang --"

after a shot, he lost too much blood, dizzy and dizzy, his eardrum was buzzing, and he could not see anything except blood red.

Finally, another mouthful of blood gushed out, "Pooh --"

a white light flashed through my mind.

Is he dying?

What would she do if he died?

Willow, I don't want you to die.

All right, don't you die?

I also want you to sweep my tomb once a year on Tomb Sweeping Day.

So please, survive.

In the buzzing eardrum is Ye Ying's voice of hatred to the bone, vaguely, as if from afar, "Sheng You Ting, do you know how much I hate you like this?"

"You die, you die!"

The muzzle of the gun was accurately aimed at his heart.