"Lock up the woman on the ground, I still have something to interrogate her, the nearest hospital, arrange the doctor, and when I get there, I have to see people." Anyang put on a coat for Bai Nuan and hugged the person horizontally.

Stride outward.

He hugged her, and his head was full of wind and snow.

Hospital.

After a series of treatments, Bai Nuan was finally fine.

On the other hand, Anyang is very troublesome, and his face is sinking as if he is the person who is allergic to the accumulation of drugs, and he is also a person who wears out the skin and stimulates the psyche.

An Yang closed the door and walked to the bedside.

It was only a long time before he let his warmth in again.

Obviously, he was the one who didn't want her to get hurt the most, but he hurt her like this.

Each time, she was accommodating him......

An Yang smashed his fist on the wall on the side, the joints oozed blood, and the flesh broke.

His eyes were dark and gloomy.

Warm...... I don't force it, even if you kill people and set fires, I will help you.

It's just killing, what are you afraid of?

I'm already in hell, but it's just a lot of karma.

At night.

Bai Nuan was still sleeping, and Anyang was already in another basement.

He likes to interrogate people in the basement because of that...... The sound doesn't come out.

Sitting on the chair over there was Chen Mingli.

It was exactly the same as when she was tied to Bai Nuan.

An Yang stood aside, looked sideways at the two assistants who were paralyzed on the ground, and his eyes were cold: "Are you sure that's the case?" ”

"Sure, sure...... She—That's how she treated Miss Bai......"

An Yang set his eyes on Chen Mingli, and his gaze froze inch by inch.

His warmth has always been the pride of the sky, when did he suffer this humiliation?

It's just a woman who has a doctor with a spare tire, and she dares to do such a thing.

"Take what she did, do it again." An Yang stood aside, drew a knife out, and wiped it slowly with a handkerchief.

The knife glowing with cold light shone out his gloomy and cold eyebrows, and Chen Mingli, who was sitting on the chair, shivered.

"Okay, good ......" The two assistants stood up with each other's arms, walked up to Chen Mingli tremblingly, endured fear, and did what Chen Mingli had done little by little.

An Yang's face became worse and worse.

When the two of them were done, he just threw the knife in his hand out as soon as he withdrew some of them.

was impartial, and just stuck in Chen Mingli's leg.

Chen Mingli's face turned pale with pain, her mouth was covered, and she couldn't speak.

Grunted.

Tears and snot smuggled.

An Yang kindly walked over, asked the two assistants to take down, reached out and held the knife that Chen Mingli had pierced into the flesh, chuckled, and turned it around fiercely.

"Ahh

This voice is very pleasant.

He lowered his eyes and pulled out the knife, and blood splattered out, staining his clothes red.

The blood seemed to light up the light in his eyes.

The eyes that were originally pitch black and cold are now bloody red.

He took the knife and picked at the contents of her mouth.

"Do you know why this is happening to you?"

"Let you see what you are." He sneered, and his eyes grew redder at the thought of his warmth being treated like that.

"Self-aware, understand?"

"But you don't need to understand, and you don't have a chance." He sneered, his gaze falling on her neck, his eyes cold.