"Jiang Xiaorou, go to hell!"
The man raised his hand and slashed, without a tremor, directly stabbed into Jiang Xiaorou's chest. At this moment, Jiang Xiaorou was sleeping soundly, only when the knife penetrated her chest did her eyes open.
Her eyes were wider than an awl, a face full of disbelief.
"Li Xiu?" Jiang Xiaorou looked at him in disbelief.
At this moment.
Li Xiu pulled down the black cloth covering his face, because he had stabbed Jiang Xiaorou, she was bleeding and couldn't possibly survive.
"Jiang Xiaorou, you calculated everything, but you didn't foresee this day, did you?" Li Xiu sneered.
He truly hated Jiang Xiaorou, wishing he could eat her flesh, drink her blood, and render her unable to rise again for eternity. This damned woman who ruined everything for him.
"Why?" Jiang Xiaorou asked.
For money, can it really drive someone to murder?