Chapter 3 I Am Feng Jiu

"Damn it!" The man glanced at the blood oozing out of his chest, got angry, stepped forward and kicked her in the abdomen again, scolding angrily: "Get up, don't pretend to be dead for Lao Tzu!" He stretched out his hand to pull the placket of her clothes, lifted the person and dragged him to the big bed. ? ? Eight? One Chinese? w?w8w?. ?8811z?w8. ?c1o?m?

The severe pain in the head and the pain in the abdomen caused the brows of the person who had passed out to wrinkle slightly, and there seemed to be a voice crying in her mind, which made her feel irritable: "Shut up!"

With a cold drink, he opened his eyes and frowned tightly. There was indeed a voice crying in his mind, and in front of him there was a wretched man with only a pair of bottoms off, staring at her with a lewd look.

Glancing over the disgusting body of the wretched man, she looked at the quaint room, her lips pursed into a line.

In her mind, the crying voice seemed to be stunned when she drank it coldly, and it stopped.

"Humph! You know it's useless to pretend to be dead, right? It's better to accompany you to have a good time, or else, there will be a way for you to take care of you!" As he spoke, he rushed towards Feng Qingge who was sitting on the bed like a hungry wolf.

"Looking for death!" She snorted coldly with a look of disgust on her face, bent her knees, raised her feet, and kicked the wretched man out.

"Bang! Hmm!"

The wretched man was kicked out of nowhere, and he fell on the ground like a toad and groaned. He regained his senses and got up quickly, glaring at the woman sitting beside the bed, twisting his fists and waving it up: " Smelly woman! Dare to kick Lao Tzu and see if I won't kill you!"

However, to his astonishment, she caught the fist that she swung out, and she didn't know what method she used to hold his hand and then fold it down, only to hear the cracking sound of broken bones, which made his face pale in pain. Bai screamed instinctively, but a pair of cold hands clasped his throat, and a click suddenly came out, his forehead twitched, his eyes widened and he fell down, until he died, he couldn't even scream. out loud.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the sound of the room returned to silence, so silent that a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

At this time, the girl sitting on the bed stretched out her fair and slender fingers to look at it, raised her brows lightly, and a slightly evil smile appeared on her lips. The smile matched with the ruined face, no matter how you look at it, it feels weird and creepy.

Maybe it was the dead man who told him that he didn't have to come in no matter what happened in the room. Therefore, although the two men who were guarding outside heard the sound of hitting and beating inside, they thought that the man should be abusing the girl, so They didn't care.

The girl on the bed walked to the Linghua mirror and sat down, looking at the terrifying face reflected in the mirror. Knocking.

"Tell me! Who are you?" She looked into the mirror and seemed to say to herself.

However, just after her voice fell, a voice came out in her mind with a cry: "I am Feng Qingge, who are you?"

"Feng Jiu." She said, "You should be dead, right? What are you doing with a lingering remnant in my mind?"

"I'm not reconciled! I hate it! Su Ruoyun, Su Ruoyun made me so miserable..." The crying voice resounded in his mind with resentment.

Feng Jiu was silent for a long time without speaking, only listening to the voice in her mind crying, a voice of unwillingness and resentment spread from her mind to her heart, making her feel a resentment that did not belong to her. Feel.