Chapter 475 If You Kill Her, You Will Disappear

She chuckled: "No, not really. Did you know that she killed someone? That's when I appeared. She couldn't believe that she had killed someone, so she created me. I'm different from her. I like blood."

She licked her lips.

Ji Shiting's pupils shrank: "Did you hurt Ye Haocheng?"

"Yes." She tilted her head slightly, "But I didn't mean to. I just wanted to see blood. But after she woke up, she was scared to death. She's really useless."

A panicked and pitiful little figure seemed to appear in front of Ji Shiting.

His Adam's apple rolled and his voice sank: "You can go back."

"I don't want it. I haven't seen blood for a long time." She said dissatisfiedly, like a little girl who was angry because she didn't have candy.

Ji Shiting's heart moved. Ye Shengge was nine years old when her memory was blocked, which means that her second personality may still maintain the mental state of nine years old. Then, as long as Shengge is determined, it may not be too difficult to eliminate this personality.

"You want to see blood before you leave?" Ji Shiting stared at her.

"Yes." She showed an evil but childish smile, raised her right hand like offering a treasure, "I have a knife."

The woman was holding a sharp fruit knife in her hand. Just now, she had been hiding the knife in her nightgown.

Ji Shiting's expression did not change: "Are you going to make me bleed?"

She looked at him seriously for a while, shook her head disappointedly: "No, I can't beat you."

After that, she pointed the tip of the knife at herself and gestured: "If I hurt this body, will you feel bad?"

"Stop!" Ji Shiting's expression changed drastically, "If you must see blood before you stop, I can stand still and let you do whatever you want."

"You lied to me, if I went over, you would definitely take my knife away." She blinked, and the next second, she suddenly cut a knife on her left arm.

"Shengge!" Seeing the blood oozing from the woman's forearm, Ji Shiting was so distressed that he couldn't breathe for a moment.

He strode towards her, but the next second, the woman pointed the tip of the knife at her heart.

"Don't come over here." She threatened softly.

Ji Shiting had to stop, his face was pale: "Don't hurt this body, if you kill her, you will disappear."

The voice was already tinged with a bit of pleading.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid." She licked her lips, admiring the man's frightened and distressed expression, and sighed, "You care about her a lot. Then why did you make her sad?"

Ji Shiting clenched his fists, his Adam's apple slid, and he whispered: "Put down the knife."

"No." She said, suddenly laughed, lifted her clothes, and put the tip of the knife against her heart.

Ji Shiting saw it, and his heart was almost broken: "What are you going to do?"

The man's voice was hoarse and painful, and his eyes fell on her chest-this should have been a beautiful picture, but at this time, Ji Shiting only noticed that the tip of the fruit knife had sunk into the skin.

He was afraid that she would really do it, so he didn't dare to act rashly, but letting him watch such a scene with his own eyes was nothing less than the most tormenting torture.

"What should I do?" She looked confused. "Actually, I don't know either. How about..."