The Top Villainess Wants to Whitewash

Liang Yin looked at the coldly glowing dagger, and he trembled inexplicably.

This guy is not at all uncertain, but abnormal!

The big fat cat male **** lying leisurely in the sea of ​​knowledge, when he heard the cool tone, he couldn't help but snorted and corrected: "If he is abnormal, it is not because of you that he became like this.

You are the culprit! "

"..." Cool tone.

At this time, Liang Yin suddenly felt a sense of sinfulness!

Qing Luo reached out and held Su Liangyin's arm, while holding a sharp dagger in the other hand, it gently slid across the skin on Su Liangyin's arm.

His expression was like teasing a kitten, with a faint smile, but what he did was creepy.

Although Su Liangyin's meridians are severed, there is still a feeling throughout his body.

She felt the cold touch of the dagger on her arm, and a chill suddenly surged in her heart, and she resisted: "Stop, stop!"

But it was because of too much blood had been released earlier.

Her voice became very weak, without any deterrent at all.

The man was shocked when he saw Liang Yin, and the smile on the corner of his **** mouth became heavier.

It seems that he likes to see Liangyin being abused.

"Wait..." Liang Yin just prepared to calm down his anger, but suddenly felt a sudden pain in his arm.

A chill passed, and a sharp pain was added to the arm.

The man's dagger had been pulled out of her arm.

There was a drop of blood on the dagger glowing coldly.

And her arm, which was intact, began to crack a huge gap.

The wound gradually expanded, the flesh turned out, and the blood was dripping.

Su Liangyin was sweating profusely with pain, and groaned in pain.

"My sister's voice is so miserable, is it because of pain?"

The man's words fell, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.

It's just that the smile is too cold, and it makes the scalp numb.

metamorphosis! Damn it!

Liang Yin gritted his teeth tightly in pain. Before he breathed a sigh of relief, Qing Luo once again placed the sharp dagger in her hand on her arm.

"You!" Su Liang's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Sister, if it hurts, just call it, don't wrong yourself."

As soon as the man's voice fell, his wrist suddenly slammed, and the sharp blade cut Su Liangyin's arm instantly.

The tingling sensation spread on the arm again. At this moment, there were three openings on the arm, and scarlet blood was flowing continuously into the spring water.

"Change, abnormal!" Ye Liangyin gritted his teeth tightly in pain, his forehead overflowed with cold sweat.

In the blink of an eye, Liang Yin has already explained the 18th generation of the male ancestor.

"Perverted?" Qing Luo heard the words, her deep eyes sinking, as if some dark tide was surging by.

Qing Luo's strangeness, the cool tone is naturally felt.

Feeling the murderous intent of the men around him suddenly. A drop of cold sweat fell on Liangyin's forehead.

She was able to force others into such a pervert in the past, it was really amazing!

Qing Luo paused for a moment, and the corner of one side of his mouth twitched slightly. The smile is unclear, saying:

"Sister, you used to call me Xiaobai. I don't really like this title now."

As he spoke, the cold blade in the man's hand had already touched Su Liangyin's cheek.

The cold blade rushed towards his face with a strong smell of blood.

Su Liangyin froze, resisting the urge to scold his mother, and calmly said: "No, no! It was just a slip of the tongue, it's just a slip of the tongue, don't take it too seriously!"

"Really? Then I believe my sister."

As the man said, he smiled, his hands suddenly forced, and he directly pierced Liang Yin's cheek, and the wound was deeply visible.

The fiery pain on his face, the cool sound of pain made him take a breath.

Be good!

This feeling is so sour!

She stared at Qing Luo in front of her, her eyes wishing to breathe fire.

Didn’t you say to believe her? ! Why cut her! Dead pervert!

"Sister, I don't want to share your appearance with other men. It's ruined now. Will you blame me?"

"..." Cool tone.

Ha ha!

Liang Yin really couldn't describe his mood at this time, so he could only express it with two hushed sounds.

Liang Yin's face was pale and frightening, but Qing Luo still didn't let go of her intentions, and the sharp dagger slid across her neck along her cheeks.

Stopped on Su Liangyin's **** robes on his chest.

Isn't he trying to cut steamed buns?