Yang Cui relied on this trick to win just now, how could he not pay attention to precautions now?
Of course she would not give old mother Qi a chance to "learn".
Not only did he avoid the wound, but he even exerted more force on his hands, using his elbows to restrain Mrs. Qi's movements. At the same time, the body leaned down, and the weight pressed Mrs. Qi's chest until she couldn't breathe.
The two of them had no time to pay attention to Yu Miao who was sitting on the other side, and even forgot the purpose of fighting in the first place.
They only have one goal in mind - to make the other party die, so that they can survive!
Yang Cui pinched Old Mother Qi's neck with both hands.
Work hard!
Work hard!
Try harder!
She could almost see the blue veins on the back of her hand that were bulging due to exertion.
Even her invisible face was equally ferocious.
Mother Qi is still old.
In the beginning, she could rely on the strength in her heart to fight hard, but once she lost her advantage and the timeline was extended, she would have no chance to stand up if there were no accidents.
From the violent struggle, to the gradual subsidence, and finally no movement at all.
The body underneath slowly became motionless, quietly like a wooden figure in the window of a clothing store.
Yang Cui didn't notice it at all, and kept pinching the person under her with a frantic expression.
After a while, she seemed to come back to her senses bit by bit.
Noticing that the temperature in the palm of her hand seemed to drop, and the strength of resistance she felt just now was gone, her whole body seemed to be sluggish, and she lowered her head stiffly.
Old Mother Qi was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, her two wrinkled eyes closed together without trembling at all, and her nose had no feeling of breathing. The usually shriveled mouth, which was full of curses when it opened, was strangely quiet at the moment, leaving only a circle of dark red wounds around the mouth, like a "beard" drawn with a paintbrush, and the mouth was grinning. position, the tongue sticks out a little.
This doesn't make people feel playful, but on the contrary, there is a trace of chilling chill in the tragedy.
After exerting force for a long time, Yang Cui felt that the bones in her hand seemed to have been fixed in such a shape, and she even lost a little strength before removing her hand from Old Mother Qi's neck.
She didn't know what kind of mood she was in, so she slowly stretched out a finger and put it under Old Mother Qi's nose.
"one two three four¡¡"
After Yang Cui counted silently in her heart, her hands trembled, and her whole body trembled like a spring, she shrank back, and hurriedly rolled off Old Mother Qi's body.
Killed!
She, she just killed someone!
Yang Cui's eyes were full of panic, and she looked at her hands in disbelief.
Her hands are not beautiful. As a middle-aged woman, they are not as delicate and delicate as a young girl's, and traces of thick calluses can still be seen on her knuckles.
At this moment, these hands scare her even more.
The color of blood can still be seen on the nails.
It was left when the silk thread on Old Mother Qi's mouth was torn just now, and there were even some things stuck between the nails that were caught by others.
She wanted to tell herself that she didn't kill anyone, these were just dreams.
But I can't even open my mouth.
Yang Cui frantically stretched out her hand to pull the silk thread off her mouth, but just when she touched it, she was awakened by the pain.
No.
It was she who survived.
She is not wrong.
It's all mother Qi's bad luck, what does it have to do with her? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com