Chapter 1387： Game of Death 1 (1/2)

Bai Feifei roared again and interrupted Ling Weifeng.

That monstrous hatred, almost condensed into substance.

This accusatory tone made Ling Weifeng's arrow pierced.

She suddenly didn't want to explain what happened back then.

Does the explanation work? Will Bai Feifei believe it?

Yes, hearing is fictitious, seeing is believing, everyone will choose the facts that their eyes see, and who will believe what she said.

”You can do it yourself.”

Ling Weifeng left a word weakly, turned around sadly, and left.

”What do you want, kill me, or let Zhongqing kill me? Ling Weifeng, you are ungrateful!”

Ling Weifeng turned his head, ”I will not kill you, nor will I let love kill you.”

As for what the prince Xi Gu would do, it didn't matter to her.

To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to herself. She is not stupid enough to leave herself such a big scourge.

Behind him, there was the sound of smashing things, mixed with angry crying.

However, it has nothing to do with her.

Prince Xi Gu raised his wrist to look at his watch, almost counting the time passing by.

Five minutes have passed, and Ling Weifeng hasn't come out yet.

With a gloomy face, he was about to go in to find someone when he saw Ling Weifeng coming out desperately.

She hurriedly greeted her, and when she saw the tears on her face, the position of her heart tightened.

”what happened?”

Her eyes fell inadvertently in the direction she came out, and a vicious murder intent flashed.

Ling Weifeng looked up at him, his eyes a little dull.

”I want to go for a walk.” Her voice was hoarse.

Obviously endure the urge to cry bitterly.

”it is good.”