"Don't scream, even if the people outside hear it, they won't come in and save you." Chongkui said coldly.

Jiang Li couldn't move, and looked at her, "You, are you a ghost?" ”

Chongkui bent down and reached out his hand, reaching for her face.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Chongkui raised the corners of her lips sarcastically, touched her face with her fingers, and sighed, "Do ghosts have temperature?" ”

Her hands are warm, and the touch of that skin is real.

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, and stammered: "You, you are human......"

"Of course I'm human, not like you, I'm a half-demon."

"You ......" Jiang Li trembled, stared at her face, and asked the question he wanted to ask the most: "You, you are Chongkui, right?" ”

"You can recognize me at a glance, it seems that in your heart, you have never forgotten me." Shigekui's nails scraped against her skin.

"Are you here for revenge?" Jiang Li was very afraid, she had nothing to fear in her life, the only thing she was afraid of was death......

"What do you say?"

Jiang Li cried, this scene was like when she was still that ugly half-demon, caught by Chongkui, and she could only be killed or killed.

"The one who killed you was Chongfeng, not me." Jiang Li said cowardly, "He hurt you, it has nothing to do with me, I just, it's just, it's just ...... I don't know anything. ”

Chongkui sat on the edge of the bed, raised her head and looked at the room where she had lived, with some emotion.

When she lived here, she thought it was very good, there were a lot of books, and there were a lot of strange things, which were brought back to her by Chongfeng from various countries.

She spent the warmest time of her life here, though only she thought she was warm.

But now that she came back here, she found that everything was different.

The things she used to like were gone, all the furnishings had changed, and there was a portrait on the wall outside of the former Chongaoi.

If she hadn't seen the portrait, she wouldn't have known that Chongkui was so beautiful.

It's a pity that such a beautiful body was given to Jiang Li, and it was also ruined.

After looking at all parts of the room, she only came to one conclusion: Jiang Li's taste was really not very good.

"When I was not reborn, I used to think that when I came back, I would use 10,000 ways to make your life worse than death, I would torture you and Chongfeng, and then dismantle eight pieces, throw them out to feed the dogs, and tear your souls together, and let you taste the taste of your souls scattered."

Chongkui said this in a very calm tone, but to Jiang Li's ears, it seemed like a vicious prophecy.

She seemed to be able to see how miserable she would be if she fell into the hands of Chongkui.

"Don't kill me, the person you hate should be Chongfeng, I can help you kill him." Jiang Li pleaded.

Chongkui chuckled: "Seeing you like this, I suddenly feel calm. Everyone hates you, curses you, you live to taste the taste of what I once tasted, in despair, waiting for the taste of death. ”

Jiang Li looked at her, a little puzzled by what she meant.

"Don't you understand?" Chongkui snorted coldly, "You're used to living that kind of life in Weiguo, in fact, Jiang Li, you're really pitiful, because you never know what it's like to be alive." ”