songbirds don't fly

There was no movement for a while, and I stretched out my hand to try again, but the breath had already been cut off.

Jiang Cheng covered the wound on his chest with one hand, his face was as white as a ghost, and squatted beside the corpse for a while.Seeing that the situation was not right, the subordinates at the side immediately turned against him, and flattered him, saying, "Boss, the wound is important, why don't you go back and bandage it?"

Jiang Cheng stood up expressionlessly, and suddenly kicked.Lu Xing turned over and wiped the dirt on his face. Jiang Cheng turned him back again, making sure that he was dead.

The branches and leaves of the peach tree rustled, as if someone was laughing.I don't know who told Jiangcheng that the peach trees will bloom brighter if they drink human blood.He remembered that the one in the yard would bloom every year, and Lu Xing would go to see it in the first few years, but he didn't know why he didn't go later.

Jiang Cheng stood where he was, looking at the lights in the house through the lake, and suddenly felt cold. A chill penetrated from the surface of his skin, flowed through his body along the blood vessels, and went deep into the bone marrow.

It was also such a night that day, Lu Zhi was desperate and pushed open the door of Jiang's house.Jiang Cheng still remembered that face, and it gradually overlapped with Lu Xing's dusty face.

His subordinates stood in the woods and slapped mosquitoes, and got two big bites on their faces.

"You." Jiang Cheng said suddenly: "Take a few more people and go find the dog for me. The old one will be killed and buried with this person. Just bury it here." hate me.

Finally, there was no need to feed the mosquitoes, the subordinate laughed so hard that his face wrinkled, heeled together, and saluted nondescriptly.

"Yes, boss."