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Chapter 988 : He Died By My Hand

His cold and proud face became soft, and his head lowered his head and stared deeply at her still trembling body, his hands tightly, low soft voice:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the litter is just throwing on the ground to scare you. Who told you to be scared, and you have to die. This kind of dirt should not defile your hands, you have no power to bear the darkness

Why do you force yourself to do it? "

His strange voice flowed quietly like the winter sun, and his tone was full of the power of soothing people's hearts.

Bai Yan leaned in his arms and was hugged by him, listening to his indifferent comfort.

The heart of fear gradually calmed down. [

I don't know why she suddenly had a crying impulse, and her dry eyes were wet.

The salty tears flowed out of the eyes and wet the clothes on his chest.

Probably when every woman is the most fragile and most afraid, it suddenly comes to a powerful protector. No matter how this person doesn't like it before.

But at this moment, the movement from the heart is true.

No matter what in the future, she will always remember this night, this man, this gentle hug.

After calm for a while, Bai Yan left from his arms and worked hard to calm down, but his eyes were still unavoidable and sad.

"Mo Fei, I killed someone. Although he had done a lot of bad things, he was a man who should kill, but I am afraid I can't escape sanctions. Even if I ruined his body, I am afraid I will be discovered soon. I will go to jail.

Is it right? "

Moreover, she really can't get off the corpse to destroy the destruction, and she also has an unbearable bottom line.

The tail of Bai Yan's voice was slightly vibrato, and his fingers were clenched uneasily.

Mo Fei's eyes were extremely complicated to look at her slender and white -like face, with a tingling tingling in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but feel sad.

Is it so difficult to ask her to ask him for help?

"Hum, how can I let you go to jail. I can be regarded as your associate, not to mention that I threw the dying bastard just now.

I go to jail, I don't have to sit there. "

He is full of self -confidence and courage in his unreasonable words.

Killing a bastard, for him, is nothing at all, and there is no pressure in my heart.
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