Bai Shuilian knew that she could not escape death, but she did not expect that she would die at the hands of Song Zhiqing, a person who was once extremely affectionate to her.

When her neck was pinched to the palm of her hand and her breathing was gradually getting uncomfortable, Bai Shuilian couldn't help but feel panic. With a feeling of unwillingness, she began to struggle.

She was unwilling to give up.

She struggled, and Song Zhiqing pinched her tighter, and she didn't have enough strength to change her hands.

"You... cough. Xiaowu, Yier..."

It would be better if she didn't mention it. When she mentioned it, Song Zhiqing became even more angry and said angrily: "Don't mention them, you are not worthy. You don't have this pair of children in your heart at all, and you don't treat them as your children, otherwise you wouldn't use them to make trouble and implicate Yi'er into a fool. Bitch, you're so poisonous, you deserve to die."

Bai Shuilian grabbed his hands with both hands, her eyes widened wider and her legs gradually left the ground.

She was already sleeping for a day and a night, and was weak and in this wet and cold prison, her body had long been frozen. Now she was strangled and her neck was getting more and more difficult to breathe.

As her vision became blurry, her consciousness began to dissipate. She stared at Song Zhiqing tightly, and she was like a dead fish eye, and she uttered three words with difficulty: "You are so cruel."

Song Zhiqing did not realize that her strength was getting smaller and smaller, and her breathing was getting slower and slower. There was only one thought in her mind that this woman could not stay, otherwise his official career would be stopped and his future would be ruined.

It cannot be kept, it cannot be kept.

Leaving her will only be reminded of how stupid he was.

His hand suddenly used force, and a slight crack sound came. The scar leaning against the door of the dark prison looked over and raised his eyebrows.

Bai Shuilian's whole body stiffened, her hands drooped softly, her lips moved, and her consciousness was swallowed by the darkness.

And just as the consciousness completely disappeared, she suddenly remembered that a few years ago, she took her bamboo basket down the mountain, ran into the man's horse, and was taken back.

If she could do it again, she would definitely not go down the mountain, no.

Song Zhiqing felt his hands sinking, and came to his senses, but saw Bai Shuilian, who was pinching him, tilted his neck, and his big eyes seemed to be about to protrude from his eye sockets, staring at him tightly.

Song Zhiqing subconsciously let go, and she fell to the ground, lifeless.

She is dead.

Song Zhiqing almost screamed, staring at his hand blankly, and then looking at the man on the ground. Her neck was still tilted strangely, and her eyes were looking in his direction.

Die with your eyes open.

Song Zhiqing's feet softened and he fell to the ground. He wanted to scream in his throat, but he seemed to have lost his voice. In a hurry, he relaxed his abdomen and felt warmth suddenly came between his legs.

Scar smelled the faint smell of urine in the air, looked at Song Zhiqing, who was frightened with contempt, and shook his head.

It's really useless.

A mouse crawled through Song Zhiqing's crotch. He screamed in fear, got up from the ground, rolled and rushed out of the prison door.

After running a few steps, he ran back, stared at Scar, and said, "Auntie Bai died in the living courtyard of Xingshan Temple. Do you understand? You pulled the person to the coffin parked in Xingshan Temple and replaced the body. Do you hear that?"

Scar hugged his arms, blinked, and nodded.

Song Zhiqing nodded at him, and did not dare to look at Bai Shuilian's corpse again. He ran away quickly like a ghost chasing him behind him.

Scar tsk, walked in, took a roll of broken mat and rolled up the white water lotus and carried it away.

In the small study, Song Zhiyuan heard the reply in his heart that Bai Shuilian was dead. The third master personally used his hand and pulled the corner of his lips and said, "Cicada."

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Some people really want to deliberately criticize me, and they will be even less likely to beat me for one star. I really laughed so angry. This is a good sense of existence. I would like to give you a sentence: I advise you to be kind and then delete this book. This book can't afford to be an emperor like you!

In order to maintain a good mood, Zhamo had to delete your comments. Really, I deleted it. Go and complain to me to delete the comments, and then delete it again!

I was already angry when I saw the wall tiles and walls of the house in my home yesterday. I had to spend time asking the master to rework. I had to buy tiles and move things again. It was all time. I had to save the manuscript and burst the month. When I looked at this star again, I was really in a bad mood.
Chapter completed!