Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 909 Second and Second Personality 3

A sigh, screaming in the ear, the fist of the night tomb, hitting her ear straight, leaving a **** mark on the wall, his eyes were cracked, his breathing was heavy, and a meaningless snoring sounded.

He is a wild beast.

But as if I don't know how to express my anger.

Suddenly screaming, punching the wall with a punch and punch, kneeling in the ear of Shen Qianshu, Shen Qianshu closed his eyes, tears fell.

Thousands of arrows wear heart, but that's it.

She didn't know how to help him.

She read a psychology for him, but still did not know how to help him.

The burning of the clock was almost scared. He punched the head of Shen Qianshu because of the night, and he was too late to stop. If this is the case, the entire castle would be in a disaster.

Shen Qianshu slowly opened his eyes.

Can't be afraid.

If she is afraid, she can't help the night mausoleum. Who can help him?

She ate a reassuring pill, tears in her eyes, and saw a distorted face. He stood in front of her, slamming and punching with one punch and one punch. It was undoubtedly self-harming. Shen Qianshu gently held it. His hand.

Blood full of hands.

The back of the hand is broken.

"Mr., is it painful?" Shen Qianshu asked.

The night tomb roared, and the **** eyes were cloudy.

"Run..." The night tomb roared, with a single tone.

run……

Shen Qianshu was in tears, he had no mind, became another person, still remember to let her run.

So, Shen Qianshu, what are you afraid of?

She suddenly opened her arms and hugged the night tomb. "I don't run, sir, I am not afraid, don't be afraid, I am here, always with you."

If the night mausoleum was stimulated, the sky shouted and screamed, and suddenly pushed away the Shen Qianshu. The wrath was always ruined, and the decorations and furnishings of the corridor were destroyed. It was a mess, full of land, and a few bright red blood on the wall.

The night mausoleum screamed like crazy. "I’m gone, I’m gone, I ran, ran...”

A meaningless monophony, like a roar, stabbed the heart.

No one knows what he means.

He turned his head and stared at her, his eyes swallowing.

His mouth was open, but he couldn’t say a word. He was very anxious and very fierce. He snarled and snarled, and he was very sullen. No one knew what he wanted and what he was saying was a loss.

Shen Qianshufu to the soul, "Sir, I did not run, just here, you see!"

She looked at him with a smile, sweet smile, like seven years ago.

He suddenly turned around and took her shoulder. "Why are you running!"

He growled.

The bell ignited.

The second personality of the big and the young, talking!

Speaking!

Really true!

His second personality, collectively known as the beast, has always been a violent beast. It is an irrational beast. It has a very explosive power, but it has no consciousness of its own. Now, there is consciousness.

"Indiscriminate..." Zhongming muttered to himself.

This is simply... too ridiculous.

With consciousness, it means that he can control himself.

He just thought about it, and suddenly saw the night snarling roaring, punching the wall with a punch, "Why run!"

Bell burning, "..."

When he didn't say anything.

"Sir..." Shen Qianshu was so distressed that his hand was almost crippled by him, begging him, not hurting himself.

"Sara... Why do you want to run?"

Shen Qianshu looked at him with shock.

(End of this chapter)