It must hurt a lot.
Song Lingshan picked up the triangular bayonet with satisfaction, gazing at the grayish-white light emanating from the blade.
A faint smile curved his lips, revealing a sinister and eerie grin.
Ring ring ring!
The doorbell rang.
Song Lingshan put down the knife and calmly left the basement.
Open the door for Su Luo.
Su Luo walked into the room, bent down to change her shoes, and asked as she did so.
Where is Xiaoyu?
"It's upstairs. No rush. Sit down and rest for a while."
Song Lingshan pulled Su Luo and pressed her down onto the sofa.
Su Luo sensed something was wrong. If her son was really injured, she definitely wouldn't let her sit for even a moment.
But I still cooperated with her and sat obediently.
Song Lingshan handed Su Luo the flower tea she had prepared beforehand, and said with a smile.
"Here, have a cup of tea."
"..."
Su Luo didn't speak, silently took the teacup, took a small sip, and found it a bit bitter and strangely flavorful.
Song Lingshan's smile froze, a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes, and even her tone turned cold.
"What? Doesn't it taste good?"
Su Luo smiled helplessly, "It's delicious."
He then tilted his head back and drank the tea in one gulp.
If he doesn't drink it, Song Lingshan has plenty of ways to force him to drink it, so he might as well be more voluntary.
Su Luo put down her teacup, stared at Song Lingshan, and smiled.
"You put something in the tea, didn't you?"
It is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.
Song Lingshan raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You knew you were drinking it?"
"Because it was given to me by you."
"So you mean you'll do whatever I tell you to do?"
"You could say that."
"If that's the case, then I miss you..."
Su Luo felt dizzy, her vision began to blur, and a sharp noise came to her ears. She couldn't hear what Song Lingshan said, so she asked in a low voice.
What are you thinking about me about?
"I want you to die."
Before Su Luo could respond, everything went black, and she fainted.
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