Madman, violent action

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"no -" Xia Yimo roared, a scene in the tin room suddenly returned to the mind, she was like a frightened rabbit, flurried waving hands, and the original hands of the drip needle because of her movements, the needle has been shifted, suddenly, because the needle was blocked, her hands bulged up.

But at the moment, she doesn't know the pain. She just wants to pull up her clothes in horror.

Longyaochen looked at her, her ink pupils sinking slightly, and her eyes fell to the bandaged knife wounds on her chest and the sparse kiss marks. His eyes grew darker and darker.

Xia Yimo died...