fourteen
Lin Jia bent her eyes and suddenly took out a knife from her pocket.
She thrust the knife into Ji Nian's throat and shouted:
"Who the hell are you?"
Ji Nian reflected in the next second that he was a man after all and had much more strength than Lin Jia.
He painstakingly threw the knife aside and controlled Linjia.
Seeing that this was unsuccessful, Lin Jia simply grabbed his neck.
Ji Nian is a man, or a man who has just recovered from illness. Lin Jia is no match for him at all.
He gasped, "I think you are... crazy!"
As he spoke, he pushed Lin Jia to the ground.
"I am the seasonal year! Believe it or not!"
Lin Jiajing was silent for a moment and picked up the knife again, but this time there was no possibility to kill Ji Nian.
If you fail in one blow, the rest will be routed.
"What do you want, crazy woman? Revenge your Qi An?"
He warily pulled a long distance and still laughed:
"He's already dead! Even if you die, you won't see him, hahahaha!"
"He can't enter reincarnation. He can only be a ghost in his life. This is his destiny!"
"Aren't you responsible for all this, dear Jiajia?"
Ji Nian narrowed his eyes. Lin Jia's embarrassment greatly pleased him.
After so many years of strategic tasks, Fu Xiao has become more and more resentful.
"Maybe you don't know that Ji Nian died because his son died."
His eyes narrowed and he giggled:
"I didn't expect you to be so deceitful. That boy has a fever at home and is ill. You can really ignore me because of my words."
"There are no friends. I lied to you! Ha ha ha ha."
Lin Jia didn't speak and bowed her head, but I could tell from her trembling shoulders that her mood was on the verge of collapse at the moment.
I sighed, wondering what Lin Jia was going to do.
Since Ji Nian dared to come, he must have done enough preparation.
She can't kill him.
But she smiled, I couldn't understand.
Her eyes and eyebrows are crooked, and she looks like she is joking with Ji Nian.
But the next second, she raised the knife again, this time aiming at her heart.
"Don't!" in a great angry cry in the season
In an instant, she stabbed the knife deeply into her heart. This time, she did not hesitate.
Lin Jia fell to the ground at once, her hands clutching the knife inserted into her heart, trying to go deeper, deeper!
Do not have any chance to be saved.
Even if her life changes, she will die every year!
"If I can't kill you, I will kill myself."
She smiled happily for the first time in so many days: "You can't live without me."
Lin Jia's vital signs are disappearing, and Ji Nian's face is getting whiter and whiter.
"If the host task fails, the consciousness will be wiped out."
"Five, four..."
The familiar countdown came.
In a trance, I thought it was the same countdown to the day when she held her wedding.
"Three, two..."
Ji Nian screamed angrily, as if he could not believe that Lin Jia had seen through the game he had worked so hard for so long.
"One..."
Lin Jia struggled to keep his eyes open, and finally saw the dying season before he closed his eyes, while I was standing in the middle of them.
The ground is covered with blood. There are seasons, and there are Lin Jia's.
I can't bear to see the blood on the ground, even though I'm a dead man.
Before she died, she seemed to finally see me, and a happy smile suddenly appeared on her face.
She said every word in a weak voice:
But I saw her mouth clearly: "I, for you, revenge."
The green grass at the entrance of the beautiful small western-style building was dyed red by dim blood. Lin Jia fell on the grass and Ji Nian lay at the entrance of the small western-style building.
Lin Jia didn't close his eyes until he died. He looked at my direction as if he were still alive. He wanted to have a good look at me.
The fireflies have already disappeared, and it seems that they are extremely afraid of this human farce.
The air seemed to slow down, and there was a dead silence.
When Qin Xiao came in a hurry, he saw such a picture.
He fell to his knees, knowing that he was a little late.
He cried aloud, not for the dead Linjia.
It is because he lost the opportunity to do so.
"Xiao An, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"
"They have dirtied your way of reincarnation!"
I want to tell him that it's OK.
I don't want his hands stained with blood.
He should live in this world and watch the moon for me.
The wind in the distance suddenly blows again.
The smell of blood is getting weaker and weaker.
The voice of the system suddenly rang in my mind.
"Congratulations to the host. You will be transferred to the next world after completing the final task."
"Countdown, three, two, one."
"Wish the host a smooth journey."
The trial reading of the novel "When my son died of illness, my wife was taking care of the white moonlight" 14 ended.
