Before Luo Ling could come back from the shock, her hands hurt again. She opened her eyes wide and saw her hands falling to the ground. The bright red blood splashed and thick. After a moment of numbness, the bone-eroding pain penetrated into her heart. The woman screamed and almost broke her throat.

She stared at Long Pupu, her eyes almost out of the frame. The child was holding a knife in his hand. Thanks to Xiao Yechen, who had shown off his knife to him before, Long Pupu wrapped around Long Qianli and found another ancient knife passed down from the night pavilion of the Long family. The boy always loved weapons and kept it with him.

Long Pupu was wearing a white suit full of blood. His hands were still shaking, but his eyes showed endless cruelty. Taking advantage of Luo Ling's weak moment, his small body rushed up quickly, jumped up, and inserted the knife in his hand into her heart.

With a "puff" sound, it was the sound of a knife entering the flesh.

With a "touch", it was the sound of the human body falling to the ground.

Because Long Pupupao tried too hard, he lay directly on Luo Ling. He held the hilt of the knife in both hands and pulled it hard, and another splash of blood was splattered.

Luo Ling fell to the ground, her eyes widened to the extreme, and she never thought that she would fall into the hands of two children who were not yet five years old. Her body was spasming, and blood mixed with internal organs kept spitting out of her mouth. Xiao Yechen and Long Pupubao were both children after all, and they were not strong enough. Although they were both injured on the vital point, she did not die immediately.

She stared at the three children with her eyes as terrifying as an evil ghost.

Long Pupu fell to the ground with a weak body. After his determination to protect his family, he felt a sense of fear over his back. He met Luo Ling's eyes and no longer had the courage to step forward and make up for a knife.

Xiao Yechen couldn't lift his hands, and Xiaoxue was stunned by so much blood. Ye Yan wanted to get up, and the abnormal bouncing in her lower abdomen made her unable to do so.

Luo Ling seemed to have realized what had given birth until now. She fell to the ground, tears flowing out of her eyes like a stream, merged with blood, and flowing all over her face. She raised her hand, as if she tried her best to seize the disappearing life...

After finally surviving and walking in front of them again, how could he die so ridiculously?

She doesn't want to die...

She hasn't killed Tang Xiaochi yet...

She hasn't killed Xiaoxue and Ye Weilan yet...

These two women who stole her lover...

She once admired Qi Ye like a god. That man was too beautiful and ruthless. There seemed to be nothing in this world that could keep his eyes. She also felt that she was not worthy of him in her heart, so although Qi Ye's rejection was sad, she was also expected.

However, Ning Yuan was the person she really loved, otherwise she would not have sacrificed her life to help him block the knife. The moment he promised to marry her, she felt that she was the happiest woman in the world...

Why did everything change later?

She looked at Tang Xiaochi, she fell asleep ignorantly, the snow-white wedding dress on her body stinged her eyes, and Luo Ling's expression became ferocious.

Since she can't get it, no one can imagine it!

With these women and children buried with her, Ning Yuan and others can’t think of happiness!
Chapter completed!