After rebirth, the yandere enemy pinches the waist and pets

I saw a little boy, about ten years old, about the same age as Jiang Fugui, standing beside the altar at some point.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he was staring at Jiang Fugui sinisterly, and there was even a hint of cruelty on his face.

The little boy wore a golden crown on his head, a brocade robe made of mulberry silk and cloud silkworm, which was only available in Bian Jing, and black boots with auspicious cloud and gold edges. He did not look like a child from an ordinary family at all.

Instinctively, Jiang Fugui stiffened his neck and said, "I...I saw nothing, heard nothing, and know nothing!"

"Oh, so you see and hear everything, and know everything?"

The young boy's voice was mature beyond his age, and he spoke slowly, enunciating each word.

"No, no, really not! I...I can...swear!"

The young boy sneered, obviously not believing Jiang Fugui's words: "I only believe that the dead can keep secrets!"

Before he could finish his words, he leaned forward and pounced on Jiang Fugui.

At this moment, Jiang Fugui's mind was blank, and the only thought left was "It's over, my life is over."

Although she used her hands and feet to struggle back, she was still no match for the little boy's long arms and legs.

Jiang Fugui barely dodged twice before being grabbed and thrown to the ground.

Before she could fully react, the little boy had already sat on her, and his cold hands tightly grasped her neck!

Sure enough, he wanted to kill to silence the witness!

Jiang Fugui opened her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open, and her neck tilted back with the little boy's movements. She couldn't speak and could only make "cough cough" sounds.

The more she struggled and resisted, the tighter the boy suppressed her.

Even if Jiang Fugui used his hands to slap his cheeks and arms, he couldn't shake him at all.

Outside the room, there was a lot of noise; inside the room, two children were fighting silently for life and death.

As the young boy's strength increased, Jiang Fugui's tender little face began to distort and his breathing became more difficult.

Even though her eyes were black and she had no strength left, she still made a final desperate struggle.

"boom!"

Jiang Fugui's foot hit the leg of the altar, and the candlestick on it fell down in an instant, and the offerings were scattered all over the floor.

The young boy was suddenly frightened and loosened his grip unconsciously. Jiang Fugui took the opportunity to take a deep breath and then bit his wrist fiercely.

"what!"

The little boy screamed in pain, and then a black shadow flew into the room from the window.

After the black shadow stopped, he saw two children fighting each other to the death.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately raised his hand and knocked Jiang Fugui unconscious. Then he bowed to the young boy and asked respectfully, "Your Highness, are you okay?"

As Jiang Fugui fell to the ground, the young boy glanced at the bloody teeth marks on his wrist and said coldly, "It's okay."

The secret guard glanced at Jiang Fugui lying on the ground: "Then she..."

The young boy glanced down at the unconscious Jiang Fugui and said without any expression, "Throw her into the Qinghe River outside Xizhao Temple. Don't alarm father."

"Yes."

The secret guard picked up the unconscious Jiang Fugui with one hand, flew out of the window, and quickly disappeared.

As evening approaches, the sun sets and the temperature begins to cool.

Jiang Fugui shuddered suddenly, and woke up from the nightmare with his eyes still in shock. He sat up and breathed rapidly.