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After watching the picture transmitted by the system to the brain, Su Kui was silent.

It's not uncomfortable, only a little pity, although in the original book Xi Chun was changed his fate because of Xiang Ru, and even died because of her.

But right or wrong, she, who is purely a painter, has reservations.

Yang Xiaoman wetly pushed the door from the outside and slid into the bed, shaking his body in a daze.

Su Kui glanced at her and said nothing. The big round eyes looked abnormally condensed, and she fixed her gaze on Yang Xiaoman, or rather, stared at something on her back.

The blood stains on a white sick dress, the original delicate face jumped off the building, fell blood and flesh, looks terrible.

It is the same.

She stared at it for a while, maybe her eyes were unabashed. Xiang Xiaoman's back on Yang Xiaoman's back slowly stretched out his hand to support his head that could not be supported by the broken neck, and slowly opened his mouth to Su Ku , Smiled coldly.

Scarlet blood oozed from her mouth.

"Tick, tick--"

Falling on Yang Xiaoman's face, Yang Xiaoman rubbed his arm afterwards, opened his eyes swollen like walnuts, and touched his forehead, clean and nothing.

Why, she just clearly felt the liquid dripping on her face?

"The deceased is already gone, mourn, Yang Xiaoman, you take a hot bath first and change your clothes, it will catch a cold."

Yang Xiaoman nodded stiffly, looked up tiredly and walked to the bathroom.

Su Kui called her back, "Wait."

"Huh?" Yang Xiaoman turned back, unable to lift his spirits.

Su Kui followed her, gently raised her hand and stroked her lips, said: "You have something on your body, I will help you take it down, now it's okay, go." He said a beat on her back, will She pushed into the bathroom.

When he turned back to close the door, Yang Xiaoman looked at Su Kui's empty hands wonderingly. What was it?

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There was a clattering lara in the bathroom, Su Kui was sitting on the old seat, and God was playing with her fingertips on the desk, the pages of the bizarre collection of stories she often read.

The cold breath gradually surrounded her, the pages of the book were automatically moved without wind, and they were blown to hunt.

Su Kui narrowed his eyes and turned back casually, "Do you want to kill Yang Xiaoman?"

There were faint fluctuations in the air, and Xiang Ru sat on her original bed, her legs with both knees broken, she kept swinging her head, her head was draped in front of her chest, and she stared so closely at her Holding her.

"Cheng Xichun, what are you doing!"

"Me?" Su Kui raised an eyebrow and hummed. "If I said I was a ghost catcher and a devil for good, do you believe it?"

"I believe."

"Oh?" Su Kui was curious this time. "Do you believe?"

"Hehehehe, I believe, so you must die !!" She suddenly became irritable, **** air in the air, her hands into claws, and attacked her white and fragile neck with a thunderbolt, which was fierce. Grab her neck.

The only eyes with white eyes bleed and bleed, "slap, pop" landed on Su Kui's face, lined with snow-white background, especially dazzling.

"Since you know this, why don't you save me? I can't sleep well every night, you are watching me, secretly laughing at me? Ah?"

The force is even worse, and the fingertips are caught in Su Kui's skin.