Min Qingying said, taking the gloves he put on one side and putting them on.
"Uh-huh—"
Liu Yida really didn't expect that it would turn out like this.
He shot himself in the foot, and he suddenly resented Feng Tianhao again.
Min Qingying looked at him with eyes full of hatred, and suddenly felt funny.
"Don't you hate Feng Tianhao a little? Don't worry... because it won't be long before he goes down to accompany you!"
Min Qingying took the knife and fork on the other side, passed it through his wrist, and pinned him to the table.
"ah-"
Liu Yi felt a burst of pain and blood flowed down.
But the mouth was stuffed, and even shouting was very difficult and extremely painful.
"Isn't it uncomfortable?"
Min Qingying looked at him with a smile. The fork that had been inserted into his wrist was pulled out, and another one was inserted.
Suddenly, both his wrists were inserted with knives and forks, and they were nailed to the table.
His wrist was constantly flowing with blood, but Liu Yida did not look ugly because of this.
When he was thirteen years old, he had been wandering on the road, coming in the wind and going out in the rain.
What happened? I didn’t see it.
"Don't you like that suffocating feeling very much?"
Min Qingying didn't want him to die so easily.
The original owner died miserably. Liu Yida did so many bad things and hurt so many women.
He should have died miserably!
Min Qingyao picked up a pillow and pressed it on Liu Yida's face.
She pressed down hard. People have the instinct to survive.
Liu Yida began to struggle, and his feet also began to struggle.
Everything on the wooden plate was also swept down.
Seeing that his movements were a little too big, Min Qingying let go of his hands.
As soon as the pillow was taken away, Liu Yida's expression became much more relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Because her wrist kept bleeding, her face turned pale. At this time, because of the pillow, she was always covered, and she couldn't breathe.
His face turned red again.
"Ah-ah-"
He felt relieved just now, and then screamed again.
"Kacha—kacha—"
Min Qingyao stepped on and broke both of his legs.
"That's good. You won't be moving around when you can't breathe again!"
Min Qingying looked at him with a smile and blinking eyes.
Min Qingyao is very good-looking, and his whole body exudes a seductive aura.
At this time, he was wearing a police uniform, which Liu Yida liked.
But at this time, Liu Yida really couldn't like him.
"Are you full just now? After all, it's better to be a hungry person than a hungry person!"
Min Qingying asked calmly.
Liu Yida kept shaking his head. The blood loss on his wrist had caused his brain to short-circuit. The bones in his legs were directly broken, and there was even more pain like needle pricks, that kind of shattering. The pain hit me like bone erosion.
"Ahhhh-"
He was talking, but his mouth was stuffed, and his tongue was scratched and swollen.
"Do you want me to let you go!?"
Min Qingyao asked with his eyes wide open.
Liu Yida nodded.
"But no!"
Min Qingying smiled and looked at him.
(End of chapter)