No words could persuade Fengyin to let Yingqian and Ji Chiyu go out.

He is a real madman.

How could he be willing to let his parents leave him?

"Yingqian, how are you feeling now?"

Ji Chiyu took Yingqian and walked around the living room. They were only a few steps away, but they were all a little out of breath.

"A little better."

Ying Qian briefly moved her wrist and responded to him with the lowest voice,

"But at most, I can only pick up one chopstick."

In this state.

Want to deal with Feng Yin.

It's simply a fool's dream.

But if it continues to be delayed...

Yingqian looked back at the dining table. Fengyin wanted them to experience each of the things on it.

That won't be a wonderful experience.

It's only been less than three minutes.

They haven't even figured out a suitable solution yet.

Feng Yin has already walked out.

"Mom, Dad, you are so slow."

He looked at Yingqian and Ji Chiyu with an expressionless face, but he suddenly remembered something happy. With a smile on his face, he jumped forward and took a step forward, clapping his hands and saying:

"Xiaoyin couldn't wait any longer, so she ran out on her own!"

He picked up the fruit knife from the ground and put the Fengyin blade against his cheek, seeming to like the cool touch very much.

He was in a daze for a while.

Suddenly his whole body trembled. He shrank his waist, secretly looked at Yingqian, and whispered:

"But this can be regarded as Xiaoyin's victory!"

"Then what are you going to do?"

Yingqian sneered and asked:

"A knife in our heart for each of us?"

It's all reached this point.

The difference between life and death is no more than a thin line.

However, whether it is Yingqian or Jichiyu.

There was no fear in the eyes looking at Feng Yin.

Instead, there was a hint of mockery.

"No!"

Fengyin shook his head vigorously, holding the fruit knife firmly with both hands, and said:

"But Xiaoyin is a little angry. Dad and mom are so nice, but they don't like Xiaoyin."

He walked forward slowly.

Finally, he stood in front of Ying Qian.

Turn the fruit knife around and place it against Ying Qian's slender neck.

Feng Yin pursed her bloodless lips, as if she was very shy, and said in a low voice:

"Mom, it won't hurt very much."

He raised his hand.

He patted Yingqian's shoulder in a comforting manner.

"It's just going to be a little cold, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't happen. Xiaoyin will cover her mother with a quilt!"

Fengyin said the most childlike words.

The tone is also light and innocent.

If you don't look at his appearance.

You really have to think that he is a young child.

The cold blade irritated the skin.

It aroused countless tremors.

Yingqian chuckled softly and said:

"Although your mother is indeed a bastard who should be executed by Lingchi, but you are treating me like this now, you have to pray from now on that I will not survive."

Her tone was serious.

Fengyin was stunned for a moment.

But soon.

He nodded vigorously and said:

"knew!"

As if he really listened to Yingqian's words, Fengyin opened his mouth and spoke every word:

"Mom must die!"

He didn't know where he was praying to.

There was no further delay after that.

He pushed the blade towards Yingqian's neck.

She can't avoid it.

I could only watch helplessly as the blade of the fruit knife got closer to the flesh inch by inch.

Delicate pain is transmitted to the brain.

Yingqian frowned slightly.

But the next second.

The pain but strangely disappeared without a trace.

She opened her eyes and saw Ji Chiyu's hand holding the blade.

He also didn't have much strength left.

There is no need to hurt yourself again.

He could have waited until Ying Qian died and used this time to recover more.

But Ji Chiyu didn't.

He still held the blade for Yingqian's sake.

Suppress all the remaining strength in your body on it.

Without using the fruit knife, you can move forward half an inch.

"Ji Chiyu..."

Big drops of blood rolled down.

Ying Qian's sight was dyed bright red.

She tried to push Feng Yin away.

However, his arms still had no strength at all.

"oops."

Fengyin sighed, pouted his lips, and said unhappily:

"Dad is very kind to mom, but in this case, wouldn't there be no way to give mom a gift?"

He drew back the fruit knife.

Dump the blood belonging to Jichiyu on it.

Then he said to himself again:

"We have to find a way so that mom can receive the gift!"

Yingqian now feels ready to kill Fengyin with one knife.
To be continued...