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Ye Liang said softly that he wanted to make her into a specimen.

He also had to show her to the night blow at that time, so that the boy could witness how powerless he was.

This is his greatest cruelty and malice, and he wants to punish them for it.

But Ye Liang miscalculated one thing.

That is, even if he drugged and deprived the immortal of his strength, she was not the kind of person who could be caught with her hands tied.

She lives, she dies.

It's never someone else's story.

Looking at the cool night approaching him, Xianxian heard his voice sounded to the extreme,

"Actually, you don't like 'me' at all, what you like is just your ideal, a flawless ...... Goods. ”

"You can only laugh when you talk, cry when you say you cry, you don't have your own life and emotions, you are in control."

After saying this, she felt that in the depths of her consciousness, the obsession belonging to the original owner dissipated.

The original owner did not say this sentence when he was dying, and he did not dare to say it.

Hearing this, Ye Liang didn't deny it, but said lightly: "If you had been as obedient as you were when you were a child, wearing a dress, and obediently calling your brother to hug you, these things would not have happened." ”

He played with the scalpel and said, "You were with him when I called Yabuki that summer night." ”

Before, he had always wondered why Yabuki, who rarely went home, went home three times and twice, but now he got the answer.

Because, there is the girl in the family who is loved by the teenager.

"But you're mine."

"Life is mine, if it is dirty, it will die, and if it is dead, it is mine."

The man laughed maliciously.

Step by step.

The cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

Ye Liang paused for a moment, took out his mobile phone and looked down.

"Look, he's looking for you."

He smiled again, but anger twitched in the depths of his eyes, the anger of something that belonged to him being coveted by others.

He raised his hand to show Xian Xian Xian's phone.

The note flashing on the top of the screen is: Night Blow.

"Should I take it?" Ye Liang said, "Let him hear your wails and cries for help before you die?" ”

Xian Xian finally couldn't help it, and took the initiative to take a step closer and raised his hand to knock off the mobile phone in Ye Liang's hand, "He's your younger brother!" ”

The phone was left in the corner, and the ringtone was piercing in the empty room.

"It's not a good habit to like to grab other people's things. I don't have such a 'good brother'. Ye Liang's face turned cold, and the brain circuits of neuropathy are never the same as those of normal people, "Okay, everything that needs to be said is over, and we should get down to business." ”

The man clenched the knife in his hand, and the fairy knew that he couldn't snatch him.

The difference in strength between men and women is too great, not to mention that she doesn't even have much strength now.

It's not just the night blowing that can't do anything.

There was nothing she could do to save herself.

She knew that Ye Liang wanted to kill her with his own hands to satisfy his possessiveness, and wanted to kill her with his own hands to make a specimen to punish and combat Ye Fuki.

She had died so many times that she was a little reluctant to die, but she was forced to die again.

And her greatest tenderness for the night blow is-

She wouldn't let him see her being tortured to death by Ye Liang.

He's going to be crazy, he's going to die.

Listening to the bell in his ears, Xianxian closed his eyes, silently gathered strength, and lifted the chair in the room and smashed it when Yeliang came over.

Ye Liang quickly blocked the attack of the fairy with his arm.

The sound of bones shattering sounded, and his handsome face twisted in pain, terrifying.

He quickly approached the girl.

But the next moment, she lifted the chair and smashed the window next to her.

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