The eyebrows are cold.

This strange but chilling touch succeeded in closing Vikas's mouth.

Vikas’s heart pounded a little, but soon he was not afraid.Vikas grinned, rubbing his hands, sarcastic season drinking ice, "Sadaya, don't point a toy gun at me..." In Vikas's heart, the season ice will always be the little girl who can be bullied casually, she dare not touch the gun.

Nothing is more effective than holding a gun to silence a chatter.

If so, give him another shot!

Season ice did not say a word of nonsense, wrists down, directly pressed the pull.

There was a loud bang, scaring Lupa to cover her ears and scream.

But in the blink of an eye, a bullet struck Vikas' left leg bone accurately.

Vikas's cry sounded immediately—

“Ah!”

The screams of the pigs in Vikasna made the slum-shattering rats flee.

At that time, Ji drank ice with a wooden stick can hammer Vikas half alive, and many years later, she can still shoot him.Seasonal ice drinking was no longer the unarmed little girl.

Seasonal ice with low eyes on the leg bone, sitting on the ground crying Vikas, lightly asked, "Is the toy gun fun?"

Vikas’s expression was so pale and frightened, the pain distorted his face, and the big men came out of his dark face.He looked at the season of drinking ice, but he could not say a word, and his eyes were full of fear of her.

In addition to the seasonal ice drinking and the words and Han Lovan, several others present were scared by this change at the same time.Yingluck hugged her daughter and trembled.Justin's eyes were also honest, and when Kurma heard the gunshot, like a bird of alarm, stepped back.

Next to him, the eldest son was injured, sitting on the ground, covering the wound, crying wolf.

Kurtma stared at the blood from the older son’s leg bone, and he shivered and sat on the ground as his ass.Kurma understood that Ji drinking ice really did not take them as a family, her gun, the next second will be aimed at him!

Kurma knew she had cancer, but he was still afraid of death, especially by a gun.

The seasonal drink turned cold and fell on Kurma.

Kurma was caught by her cool eyes without a hint of temperature, and saw that even the souls hidden inside her were cold and cold.Kurma jerked up, knelt in front of the ice, his hands up above his head, bowed to the season and asked for forgiveness.“Don’t kill me!”

“Sada... no, no, dear Miss Ji, look at me...” Kurma wanted to say, “Please see that for the sake of my eight years of raising you, you have spared my life.”But just to open his mouth, Kurtma thought about how she used to treat the ice in the season.

He raised her, but gave her something to eat, not to starve to death, not to allow her to read, but also let her work from a young age, but also sold her!

Kurma was full of a spirit, quickly changed his mouth and asked, "Miss Ji!Please don't kill me, don't kill me..." He begged for forgiveness, and looked up cautiously at the season.Seeing the ice drinking in the season, the ice was cold, and there was no movement, and Kurma quickly bowed her head and kowtowed one after another to ask for forgiveness.

Seasonal ice is pitiful and disgusted to watch those who are constantly kowtowed to themselves.

Hated?

She hated, she was not a saint, who had treated her like that, how could she not hate!

When he was a child, he was actually afraid of this man, because he was in charge of her killing power.She obeyed, and he gave her food, so she let her live.If she is not obedient, she will be beaten.Once, Kurma asked her to meet Ahan, and Ji drank ice, and told Kurma Ahan to bully her.

But Kurma was unmoved, he scolded her for a long time, scolded her for a long time, called her a useless, an unatted, scolded her for not understanding... The day of the season drinking ice said nothing, and then Kurt took her to a cliff.

He held her up with one hand against his iced neck.

The whole man of the seasonal ice is suspended on the edge of the cliff, and the foot is a steep slope of 100 meters high.

It was the first time that the ice of the season was so close to death that as long as Kurma released his hand, the ice of the season could fall into the arms of death.Seasonal ice is afraid of death, she always believes that good death is better than living, living has unlimited hope.It was this attitude of life that brought her to the point where she was today.

In the heart of drinking ice in the small season, Kurma is the most unattainable mountain.

If it moves, it can crush the ice in the season.

Now, this heavy mountain has bowed its head to itself.He is also a waste.In an instant, the last demon in the heart of the season of drinking ice died.From then on, there was only light in her heart, and she could be presumptuous and fearless.

Seasonal ice drinking is like lifting a burden, long breath.

Then she said to Kurtma, "Take me to my mother's burial place."

“All right!”

“All right!”

Kurma got up quickly and said, “I’ll take you!”

Season ice put away the gun, but also put away the contemptuous eyes and attitude, said indifferently, "the road ahead."

Kurtma turned and took the three of them to the burial place of Ji Yue.

Seasonal ice will return the gun to the words.

He took the gun and took her hand.He squeezed the fingers of the season drinking ice, and said in a gentle voice in her ear, "Beautiful, my little slave..."Here, “my little slave” is his special love for the season of drinking ice.

Once he had a dream, he accidentally shouted out the name, and was said for a long time by the season.

The seasonal ice biased glance at him, eyes are somewhat dangerous.

When he saw it, the three words of the little slave in the mouth became, "Little lovely."

Seasonal ice cream.

“Shut up.”

With a face and a lovely mouth, such a lovely thing, especially contrary.

...

On the way to the mass grave mountain in the suburbs, Han Lovan was particularly silent.

He was silent for two reasons.

I am about to see my mother’s bones.The second is that the behavior before the seasonal ice drinking has been shaken.

At this moment, Hanlovan's heart activities are as follows -

I have a sister who punches people when she doesn’t agree, and she shoots when she doesn’t agree.What shall I do next?

Han Lovan already had a sense of how miserable his future life would be.

"It's arrived!“On the mountain!”

Kurma pointed to the hillside in front of him, which was the famous mass grave of Mengcheng, where many slum people were buried at will after death.On this hillside, there are countless souls of the buried people, and sometimes you plow out a pit on the ground and you can see a bone.