Chapter 1147: Crazy Girl vs Spiritual Mentor (21)

The cold tip of the knife raised her chin, and the cold touch made Cai Ruman shiver.

"What about the distorted possessiveness? I like it." There was a treacherous and gloomy smile on the corners of the dyed white lips, and the deep and dark pupils were breathtaking.

"Since you don't know whether it's the left hand or the right hand, then simply cut them off." The girl's tone was careless and morbidly paranoid, cruel and chilling.

"You, you can't do this... Ah!" Cai Ruman's pupils constricted, and then a burst of horrific screams erupted.

The girl stood up, and against the dark night, she looked like a demon coming into the world, and the words she spit out were so gloomy and crazy: "Anyone who dares to spy on me, then, go to death."

kill you, ruin you.

Ranbai looked at the continuous blood on the ground, flowing happily like a brook, a sickly smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and she murmured paranoidly: "You can only have me..."

"Look, how much I like you..."

Ranbai left quietly, and there was no sound when Tathagata came.

She had just returned to the room, when she raised her eyes, she met the slender figure leaning against the wall.

She paused for a moment, and threw the scalpel on the table beside her as if nothing had happened, and smiled sweetly and softly: "Didn't you go to work? Why are you back?"

Bo Yan raised his eyes, and his noble and gentle eyes fell on the dyed white figure: "I miss you, I'll wait for you."

He straightened up, lost some laziness, put one hand in his pocket, and walked over slowly, like a handsome nobleman.

He didn't ask her what she did, but just took her hand and said in a low voice, "Hands are so cold, I don't know how to wear a coat when I go out."

He squeezed her hand tightly, as if trying to pass on the heat to her.

The lips dyed white and light pink evoked a cute smile, "Isn't there you?"

"Yeah, you have me." Bo Yan looked straight at Ranbai, glanced at the shiny, clean scalpel without bloodstains, his slender and beautiful fingers picked up a strand of hair scattered around the girl's ears, and moved gently Behind the ear, the voice was deep and restrained: "So, I will do these things."

"Blood will dirty your hands, let me help you, okay?" Bo Yan hugged Ranbai, whispering in her ear, his voice always full of tenderness.

"Bo Yan." Ranbai called his name with a smile in his voice.

"Um?"

"You said you are so nice, what if I can't let you go?" Ranbai asked, tilting her head.

"I wish you couldn't let me go." Bo Yan chuckled lightly, rubbing her fair and delicate chin against the girl's cheek.

"How eager are you?" Ranbai asked an extremely naive question.

"Ninety-nine percent." Under the light, the man's luxurious eyebrows were like precious oil paintings, with a shallow smile, his thin lips parted slightly, and a voice as noble as jade.

"What about the remaining one percent?" Ranbai looked sideways at Bo Yan.

Bo Yan looked deeply at Ranbai, deep in his eyes was a devout and obsessive morbid emotion: "Leave it to you to choose."

He loved her so much that he wished he could imprison her with her broken wings.

But if he really did this, he found that he didn't dare.

Don't dare, don't dare to do this.

He loved her far deeper and farther than he imagined, and he couldn't bear her reluctance or hurt.

So he left the remaining one percent for her to choose.

The best is to have you in hand, the worst... but to protect you and see that your life is safe.