An Sheng raised his head, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his beautiful eyes, staring at her like a bay of stagnant water.

"Does Ansheng miss his mother?" Fang Sihui said to herself, took a step forward, raised her free hand and touched his little face, bent over him, and whispered: "Mom misses you, not only Mom, Dad misses you too......"

"I don't have a dad." An Sheng shook his head and repeated unusually persistently: "He's not my father." ”

"A good boy can't lie." Fang Sihui smiled softly, straightened her waist and suddenly retracted her hand, the smile stopped, and her eyes stared at An Sheng coldly, "Lying children will be stripped off and made into thread dolls, and they will ...... forever." ”

An Sheng looked at Fang Sihui calmly, and her figure was reflected in her glass-like eyes.

Fang Sihui's indifference gradually collapsed, the corners of her mouth painted with red lips were gently pulled, and a pair of black and white eyes moved slightly, like a mechanical stuck state, "Are you ...... Have pity on me? ”

When the words fell, Fang Sihui seemed to have been stimulated by something, her breath was short, her chest rose and fell violently, her eyes stared at An Sheng, and she roared angrily: "What qualifications do you have to pity me!" You bastard, bastard! If you don't learn well at a young age, you will learn the three indiscriminate methods of the Goolan Academy, you will never want to snatch my husband from me in this life, he belongs to me! Never! Why aren't you dead yet? I obviously fed you poison, why are you still alive? Why...... You killed my husband, you hurt it, it's all you! ”

An Sheng stepped back silently.

Fang Sihui shouted incoherently hysterically, the knife held in her right hand was raised, and her red eyes widened, as if the eyeballs would fall off from her sockets in the next moment, dyed with crazy colors, and then her expression changed, and she suddenly softened a lot, and beckoned to An Sheng, "Son, come to Mom." ”62

Having said that, Fang Sihui is approaching Ansheng.

Gu Sanning didn't hesitate to get on Fang Sihui's body, and when the blade fell, he shouted at An Sheng: "An Sheng, run!" Get out of here! ”

Gu Sang Ning tried his best to control Fang Sihui's body, and after a period of time, Fang Sihui's soul consciousness was even stronger than before, and the human skin pajamas she was wearing also changed, and the growing yin qi seemed to involve her foreign soul.

Yin and evil things have not yet given birth to spiritual intelligence, but the desire for the soul comes from instinct.

Gu Sanning gritted his teeth and confronted the two forces, and hurriedly shouted at An Sheng: "Run! ”

This voice seemed to recall An Sheng's consciousness, and he moved slightly, obeying her orders, and drilled past Fang Sihui.

Gu Sanning and Fang Sihui's souls pulled at each other, trying to buy Ansheng as much time as possible to escape.

3 seconds ...... 8 sec...... Half a minute............

Gu Sang Ning really couldn't hold it anymore, so she could only break away from Fang Sihui's body, and wisps of yin qi were pulled out of her human skin pajamas, and the lotus root was stuck to the surface of her arm. Once torn apart, there was still a small part of yin qi attached to it, just like sulfuric acid touching a person's skin, corroding the surface of the body, popping up pits and holes of different sizes, and the skin of the lower arm changed from fleshy transparent to gray-blue.