Chapter Ninety-Five: It's Me, Do You Remember Me?

"The patient's serious nutritional intake is insufficient, and there is a very serious stomach problem, and in the case of his own allergy to cigarettes, such a large amount of alcohol and smoking, the situation is very serious, we can only do our best!"

In the hospital full of the smell of disinfectant water, Gu Cheng was holding Ye Sirao's urn in his arms, holding the test sheet tightly in his hand, and his mind was full of the doctor's words.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

In the sound of whipping, Ye Sirao felt the severe pain on her body, slowly opened her heavy eyelids, and was forced by a dazzling light to slowly turn her head sideways, Ye Sirao finally saw the surrounding environment clearly.

Except for a strong light projected from above, the place where Ye Sirao was was extremely dilapidated, and there was an unknown rancid smell in the dark and damp space, Ye Sirao frowned, and forcibly endured the feeling of nausea and vomiting.

A pair of delicate high heels slowly appeared in Ye Sirao's eyes, talking about her fair and smooth skin, Ye Sirao looked up with great difficulty, and finally saw the owner of the high heels clearly, Han Junluo looked down at Ye Sirao like a queen.

Thinking about the last memory before falling unconscious, Ye Sirao only remembered being forced to the edge of the cliff, seeing that there was no hope of survival, she had to jump off the cliff, and the last memory was the cold and biting seawater.

Looking at Ye Sirao like mud proudly, Han Junluo gently raised his legs, and the exquisite high heels stepped heavily on Ye Sirao's face, and kept exerting force under his feet, watching Ye Sirao breathe hard under the soles of her feet with satisfaction, and said:

"You slut is hard enough, every time you survive, you can't fall off the cliff and you can't die, I can only come and send you on the road with my own hands! Oh, by the way, and you psychotic brother, you're finally reunited! ”

Listening to Han Junluo's arrogant words, Ye Sirao said in disbelief: "You also designed this kidnapping?" Do you even count with your own son? Do you know how that kidnapper beat Liu Musheng? ”

Smiling disappreδΈ€ι—¨ly, Han Junluo slowly walked back to a clean chair, sat down elegantly, and said casually and indifferently:

"Who let him not listen to me, entangle with you, and suffer some flesh and skin, what is it? When you die, I will naturally help him get justice! You don't want to see your brother after so long no seeing? ”

When Ye Sirao, who was full of anger in her eyes, heard this, she struggled to get up, searched around, and said in her mouth:

"You are really ruthless enough, now that our brothers and sisters have fallen into your hands, I am afraid that my life will not be long, I can die together, I have nothing else to ask for, you can no longer threaten us!"

Looking at Ye Sirao mockingly, Han Junluo snorted coldly, gestured to the people around him, and said coldly: "You don't need to say anything else, haven't you always wanted to see your brother?" I'm as you wish. ”

As soon as the words fell, a light suddenly lit up in the room, and Ye Sirao clearly saw Han Junluo, who was dressed in red, and two tall and mighty black-clothed people beside him.

There was a sound of iron chains, Ye Sirao nervously looked at the human figure who was dragged out of a pile of dirt, looked at the bloodstained and unrecognizable person on the ground in disbelief, trembled and covered her mouth tightly, tears raining down.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

The sound of breaking the air came, Ye Sirao watched in horror as the whip carried the sound of the wind and fell on the people on the ground one after another, her heart was like a knife and she looked at the slightly trembling bodies of the people on the ground, looked at Han Junluo with great resentment, and said angrily:

"What the hell do you want? Don't fight, aren't our brothers and sisters miserable enough? If you want to beat me, you can beat me, Zhijing is just a child, you tortured him like this, and you still refuse to stop? ”

Hearing Ye Sirao's words, Han Junluo looked at the newly made manicure leisurely, and said casually: "Don't you know what I want?" Anyone in this world, as long as they have a relationship with you, will want to get my mercy and affection! ”

Seeing Han Junluo so stubborn and hard-hearted, Ye Sirao's ten fingers gradually turned into fists, stood up with strong spirits, and threw herself towards Han Junluo with all her might, shouting: "You vicious woman, I will die with you!"

However, Han Junluo looked at Ye Sirao, who was kicked to the ground by the man in black as soon as he finished speaking, arrogantly raised Erlang's legs, and said with no one in his eyes:

"Stupid! With your self-defeating appearance, don't want to hurt me in the slightest! However, if you succeed, it makes me even more angry, so I will punish you for kneeling and kowtowing to apologize! ”

Facing Han Junluo with a generous look of charity, Ye Sirao gritted her teeth with hatred but couldn't do anything, biting her lip desperately, her eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness disappeared when she saw the man in black who was walking towards Ye Zhijing.

Quickly hiding the emotions in her eyes, Ye Sirao lowered her head extremely obediently, bowed down without hesitation, forcibly swallowed the fishy sweetness in her mouth, and pretended to be calm: "It's me who deserves to die, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong." ”

With a cold snort, Han Junluo glared at Ye Sirao in disgust, glanced at the scarred Ye Zhijing, and quickly removed his eyes, as if he had seen something disgusting, and said domineeringly:

"It's late! I've made it very clear to you, but who makes you always wonder whether you live or die, and challenge my patience again and again, anyway, you still have a cheap brother, just let him pay for your self-defeating provocation! ”

As soon as the words fell, the black-clothed man who whipped Ye Zhijing immediately stopped, tied Ye Zhijing to a wooden cross against the wall with his hands and feet, turned around and walked to the table next to him, and picked up one of them with an expressionless face.

At this moment, Ye Sirao found that there were so many things in this dilapidated warehouse, such as barbed whips, three-edged sabers, and various knives of different shapes with uneven blades, and watched the man in black stab a small knife into Ye Zhijing's thigh.

With trembling lips, Ye Sirao couldn't say a word, looking at the scene in front of her as if she had been struck by lightning, her hands pressed on the ground slowly tightened, and there were obvious finger marks and blood stains on the ground.

"No, don't!"

Witnessing Ye Zhijing's blood gushing out along the hidden groove on the knife after the knife was pierced, Ye Sirao looked at the red-hot soldering iron that the man in black picked up from the carbon basin on the side, shouted in despair, and crawled towards the man in black with all her might, trying to stop it.

The expressionless man in black walked indifferently to Ye Zhijing without hindrance, and put the soldering iron on Ye Zhijing's chest without the slightest pause.

Ye Sirao, who was almost collapsed, saw that there was no hope of stopping, and frantically began to kowtow to Han Junluo to admit her mistakes, there was no unwillingness and anger in her eyes, only deep fear and taming, and she kept saying in her mouth:

"I was wrong! I really know that I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, please let him go, please let him go, I will listen to you in the future, let me do anything, even if it is my life, I will not hesitate to give it to you! ”

Looking at Ye Sirao, who was bowing down in front of him, Han Junluo admired his hand indifferently, and said slowly:

"It's just an ant who is humble to the extreme, and he dares to be delusional, flying on the branch as a phoenix, today I will be merciful and give you a good time!"

Giving the man in black a look very calmly, Han Junluo looked at Ye Sirao with a lofty look, unabashedly showing her disgust and disdain.

Listening to Han Junluo's words for some reason, Ye Sirao's eyes followed the man in black closely, looked at the man in black nervously, untied Ye Zhijing, and stood next to him on the ground.

Desperately crawled to Ye Zhijing's side, Ye Sirao looked at the person in front of her helplessly, covered in blood, unable to start, tremblingly probed Ye Zhijing's snort, and said incoherently:

"It's okay, it's good, it's good to be alive! Zhijing, my sister is here, do you know? Our brother and sister are finally together, I will never leave you again, we will never be separated again......"

Caught off guard, Ye Sirao looked at the bowl of water handed over by the man in black, grabbed Ye Zhijing at the first time, stepped back, looked at Han Junluo with a wary look and said:

"This ...... What does that mean? You won't be so kind to give us water, don't waste time, just say what you want to do, now our sister and brother are just fish on your board, let you slaughter. ”

With a cruel smile, Han Junluo was just about to speak, but a man in black walked up to her side and whispered a few words, Han Junluo's face suddenly changed greatly, and he stepped forward in a few steps to snatch it, and the bowl in the hand of the man in black smashed directly into Ye Zhijing's head.

The inexplicable Ye Sirao subconsciously hugged Ye Zhijing when Han Junluo suddenly got up, seeing that the bowl in Han Junluo's hand fell down, one sideways blocked the bowl with his back without hesitation.

After missing the blow, Han Junluo looked around angrily, directly picked up the chair he had sat on just now, smashed it in the direction of Ye Sirao and Ye Zhijing, and shouted angrily:

"You slut, broom star! Since my son met you, there has been no good thing, I wanted a bowl of poisonous water to give you a good time, and I dared to affect my son so far, I will definitely not let you go so easily! ”

Ye Sirao, who had a splitting headache, shook her body, and slowly let go of the arm holding Ye Zhijing, and a blood stain snaked down from behind her ear and dripped to the ground, but Ye Sirao didn't notice it, and looked at Ye Zhijing with concern.

didn't have time to confirm whether Ye Zhijing was okay, and before Ye Sirao could react, she was hit by a small stool thrown over by Han Junluo again, and she endured the pain, Ye Sirao still stood firmly in front of her younger brother.

After a burst of ping-pong sounds, Han Junluo stepped on his high heels and left impatiently, facing the mess in the room, only coldly dropped a sentence: "You'd better pray that my son is safe." ”

Suddenly a little panicked in her heart, Ye Sirao thought about the last meeting with Liu Musheng, combined with Han Junluo's words just now, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

A slight cough pulled Ye Sirao's thoughts back, and she looked nervously at Ye Zhijing, who couldn't distinguish her face, Ye Sirao said ecstatically: "Zhijing, are you awake?" How do you feel now? I'm a sister, do you still recognize me? ”

opened his eyes weakly, Ye Zhijing slowly rolled his eyes, and when he saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, he suddenly curled up into a ball as if he was frightened, his arm kept waving, and shouted:

"Fuck off! I don't know you, don't come here, it's not me, I didn't mean to, don't hit me anymore, I'll be obedient, I'll listen to you for everything, okay? ”

Looking at her delirious brother in front of her in pain, Ye Sirao let Ye Zhijing's waving hands keep hitting her face, and on her body, holding back tears, she slowly stretched out her hands, and said in the softest tone possible:

"Zhijing, it's me, I'm my sister! What the hell is wrong with you? Sister won't hurt you, good, remember your favorite matcha cake? Is it okay for my sister to take you to eat? ”

The emotional Ye Zhijing listened to Ye Sirao's words, as if he had been suddenly immobilized, although his pure eyes were bloodshot, he looked at Ye Sirao unswervingly, and shouted uncertainly: "Sister? ”

Ye Sirao, who burst into tears in an instant, nodded sadly, and said in a trembling voice: "It's me, it's me, you loved to eat matcha cakes when you were a child, you don't like to eat, I always secretly give it to you after dinner, do you remember?" ”