Su Xiaoya, who was hanging upside down on Weiya, didn't have time to react.

The masked men in black had already rushed forward.

One clenched her hands, the other grabbed Weiya, and the other hand took the knife down, directly cutting the major artery between her neck.

Su Xiaoya struggled desperately, and tears of extreme pain appeared in her beautiful big eyes.

But no matter how much she struggled, she was firmly imprisoned.

Those few men in black are all specially trained elites.

The technique is quick and skillful.

Her mouth was taped, and blood gushed out of her neck like a fountain.

Dyed red Weiya, who was hanging upside down, her clothes, shoes and socks, dripping on the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

Qi Muchen's mind felt like a muffled thunderbolt.

Rushing over like crazy to pull those people away, trying to save his little thing.

But when he ran over, he found that his body was empty, as if he was watching a movie.

He's just a bystander who can't do anything.

He can't save the little things, he can't even touch these people.

One could only watch as they raged and brutally tortured his little thing.

The blood in the major arteries had dripped to the point of almost dryness, and the few men in black took a few steps back.

One of them nodded expressionlessly to Su Xiaoya, who was already dying.

Silence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Locke said, for the sake of the eldest lady, you can't live in this world."

"And we have to play by the rules. I'm sorry. ”

It's that big lady again!

Mr. Qi's amber eyes shone with anger, and his hands trembled desperately, almost suffocating with pain.

He has always been high and omnipotent, but for the first time he felt like the lowest ant.

can't protect the woman he loves, his strength is so weak that he can't do anything.

As if there was a fire burning in his heart, Mr. Qi frantically stretched out his hand to these black-clothed people.

But when his hand swept over, it was only a phantom that passed through their phantom.

It's like two illusions overlapping.

I could only watch them pick up the knife in their hands and cut all the blood vessels on the little thing's body with one knife.

Then put away the knives and walked away.

Mr. Qi's legs weakened and he suddenly fell to the ground.

He didn't know if he was dreaming now, but if it was just a nightmare, why was it so real?

The little thing in front of him has become a bloody person, and because the blood has been drained, the skin has almost become transparent,

Hanging upside down, no snort, wet head against the miserable white face, covered in blood

He reached out and tried to hold her in his arms, but he still didn't feel a touch when he reached out.

He could only watch the little thing being tortured to death in front of him, but he couldn't even hug her.

Mr. Qi's mind went blank for an instant, and the surrounding scenes became more and more blurred, and various scenes turned around like a marquee.

He saw that for a long time, Xiao Bao ran into the studio excitedly with his little short legs.

He watched his son's small face turn pale, and cried loudly as he hugged his mother's dried corpse.

Finally, he curled up in a pool of blood, numb and in a daze like a puppet doll.

And after that.

When the police came, they took Xiao Bao away and asked questions gently.

Mr. Qi was like a ghost, following behind them, watching Xiao Bao lying on the policeman's shoulder, his well-behaved and cute little face seemed to have lost his life.