He didn't want to kill Nora.

It's just a feeling of obsession and abuse.

It was even difficult to restrain himself, so much so that he fell ill at Claire and his wife's house.

"So that's it."

Yingqian sighed, raised his head and met Corey's eyes, and said helplessly:

"Sure enough, with so many people in the world, there has to be something a little abnormal to be considered normal."

What she said was garbled.

There was no intention of letting Corey understand anyway.

When he was only one step away.

Yingqian finally moved.

Relying on her petite figure, she rolled on the spot, grabbed the vise, and slammed the bloody tip onto Corey's shoe.

The pain of my little toe hitting the corner of the table was already unbearable.

But the force Yingqian used this time almost cut off Corey's toes.

Wails sounded,

Just when Corey bent down as a reflex.

Yingqian had already taken a step back and aimed the vise at his sanctimonious face again.

There is no mercy.

She is like the executioner of hell.

But he has a more innocent face than the Cupid painted in the mural.

"What's it called?"

Yingqian tilted his head, as if he was confused.

"Didn't you injure yourself accidentally?"

Red lips spoke soft words.

It's completely different from the ruthless movements under his hands.

The vise hit Corey accurately on the forehead.

Break the flesh.

Making his wails grow louder.

Corey wanted to resist.

After all, Yingqian is just a little girl who is less than ten years old.

But every time he made a move, he would experience greater pain.

She knows all about the vulnerabilities that can kill people.

Even if he hits the artery with the force of a child, it can still make Corey collapse and scream.

It didn't take a while.

He collapsed to the ground, struggling to even breathe.

The noise in the room seemed a bit loud.

Yingqian hesitated for half a second on whether to knock Corey's head off.

Then the vise left my hand.
Chapter completed!