Ling Wu never considered herself a good person. She had been killing people since she could remember.
In order to survive, she pretended to climb up step by step and became the most talented killer in Qingmen.
Hands. She was originally an orphan picked up by the original poster. She worked for the original poster from the beginning.
She has always used the trick of seducing people and the beauty trap. There are not many methods, just use it. The only way is to use it.
She herself knew that her meeting with Wei Hengzhi that day was planned step by step. She was used to seeing big people
What a happy example of celebrating the old with the new. She has seen too many people who break up their friendship first. She doesn't
She wanted to lose herself like them and risk everything for love, but then she discovered that Wei Hengzhi and
Those who died under his own knife were different. He would personally buy her fried millet seeds from Beixiang.
Coaxing her to change out of her monotonous white clothes and wearing a bunch of flashy jewelry on her body will also make her
The people in the city set off fireworks together, just to make her laugh. He is really a strange person, but she likes it.
Huan.
Every step Ling Wu took was paved with blood, whether it was hers or someone else's, even her own
They couldn't tell the difference. The day Wei Hengzhi saw her for the first time, she was wearing a white dress, and blood was sprinkled on her dress, like
Dots of red plum blossoms bloom on the white snow in winter. Wei Hengzhi wants to cut open her heart to see how long it is.
That makes her so cold. He took her back home and took good care of her smile. He would be like a
The cat who stole the fish smiled brightly. He didn't like the blood on her hands, so he became the knife in her hands.
The deadly knife eliminated all hidden dangers for her. Finally, the cold-as-iron heart was also touched by the young man's true feelings.
Touched by sincere and passionate love.
*May I ask what the girl's name is, who lives where?
A person without a state, a home, or a home, Lingwu
I'm Wei Yan, whose name is Hengzhi, Hengwu's Heng
*How can those who are doing business and advocating can be compared with you?
*Without state, status, name and status, what can I say?
No, ah Wu, you are the treasure in my eyes and the beauty in my palms
small theater
The zero in Lingwu's number is the nothingness that has nothing.
No, it's the Ling of the flower in the sky, the weed of the Hengwu
[The smiling tiger boy who understands the heart and the heart VS the cold girl killer]
Concept: A young man chasing his wife to warm her daily life
