Behind him came Andrew's snorting and staccato gasps, as if something was holding his throat, and he was going to vomit out his lungs with every breath.

An Yang listened to his uncomfortable voice, and his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

Emotional exposure is a big taboo, but she can't be indifferent. She is not a qualified fighter. She was never prepared, and she couldn't see her companions suffering.

Chen Zhaoheng seemed to have expected her reaction, and beckoned to the side, and the people around him immediately handed over a boning knife prepared in advance.

"Charlid is very important to me, I am willing to give you another chance for him," Chen Zhaoheng shook the knife in his hand, "He has been with me for eight years, then give you the opportunity to get eight knives, I want him eight fingers." ”

All the quibbles became pale in Chen Zhaoheng's gaze.

Either Andrew's eight fingers, in exchange for her life, and follow Charriard from then on. Or, she dies with Andrew......

An Yang stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the moment he touched the handle of the knife, his fingers suddenly pressed hard, suppressing all the uneasiness in his heart.

Chen Zhaoheng noticed the change in her mood, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Wang," An Yang lowered his eyes, staring at the sharp blade in his hand, "I haven't answered Charried yet." ”

Chen Zhaoheng secretly raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face was a little teasing, "I know." ”

Deliberately lowering his voice, An Yang forcibly heard a bit of inexplicable seduction from the cold and hard arc of the corner of his lips, "Your first time is mine." Don't you merfolk care about this the most? Or am I having a good time serving you? ”

The expression on An Yang's face froze suddenly, and the irrepressible anger instantly burned his reason, and the boning knife in his hand slashed through the air with a cold light, directly cutting off the lifeline of Chen Zhaoheng's neck.

"Little baby, you're no match for me."

When the sword flashed, the distance between the two people was extremely close. The sound of Chen Zhaoheng almost biting in his ears made An Yang's heart tremble.

The blade slashed at Chen Zhaoheng's neck, but it didn't leave any marks on it.

An Yang looked at the changes in front of her in shock, and lowered her head consciously, only to realize that the boning knife in her hand was a training prop at all! She was so distraught today that she didn't even notice this mistake.

Her arm was grabbed by the bodyguards who rushed up from behind, and she heard Chen Zhaoheng's voice return to its former coldness, "Don't let him die, you can dig up as much news as you can." ”

After straightening his collar, he stood up and smiled in the direction of Andrew: "If you continue to choose not to say it, then I will let Bai Lingshan die as well, perhaps, I can also show you the live broadcast." ”

Andrew was speechless, his blood-colored eyes glared at Chen Zhaoheng's body, eager to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

An Yang was gagged with duct tape, and in a struggle with great difficulty, he was taken out.

[System: Why did Chen Zhaoheng say such a thing, my little heart almost couldn't bear it. 】

[Anyang: He wanted me to go according to his wishes, so he didn't hesitate to make abnormal moves. Tsk, this is called real duplicity. 】

When he was thrown into the car, Anyang's hands and feet were shackled. Her face brushed over the soft seat, and she turned her body in embarrassment, her eyes staring at Chen Zhaoheng's body for a moment.

And the latter didn't seem to see the hatred in her eyes, and the calluses that had been rubbed on her fingers with a gun all the year round rubbed against her jaw little by little.