Jiang Lan's eyelashes trembled in a coma.

He reached out his hand and was about to take out the last one for her.

Suddenly, Jiang Lan turned over and lay on the edge of the sofa and vomited with a "spray".

Mr. Wang was so scared that he quickly moved the camera away. Because of her action, five hundred people fell off during the live broadcast, which made Mr. Wang very angry.

Jiang Lan was so dizzy that the sky was dark, his head was heavy, and his body was still cold.

After she vomited, she became a little more awake, but also a little more.

She raised her eyes hard and could see the camera facing her. She recognized this thing, but her mind didn't know what it was for a moment.

Mr. Wang held up the camera and asked her: "Have you vomited?"

Confusion flashed in Jiang Lan's eyes. It was probably too cold. She couldn't help but hug herself into a ball.

Her pitiful eyes immediately made the person who fell in the live broadcast room come back.

Mr. Wang put the camera back on the table and didn't intend to keep it in silence. He stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Lan's hand, and pulled her to the end of the sofa.

On the other side, Fang Qi finally contacted Lu Jingchi and told him about this.

Lu Jingchi walked to the sofa and sat down, lit a cigarette, and said indifferently: "Someone will go to save her."

His calm tone made Fang Qi stunned, "Who?"

"You'll know right away."

Lu Jingchi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bright moon outside. The moonlight fell in his eyes, and it was cold.

Fang Qi looked at his phone again, and sure enough, he heard a loud noise and a figure appeared in the video.

Mr. Wang was also stunned. He was about to turn around and curse, but suddenly his neck chilled.

Mr. Wang stood there and forgot to move. When he came to his senses, he had already smelled blood at the tip of his nose.

He raised his hand and touched his neck, and hot liquid was spraying out from his neck.

Mr. Wang's pupils slowly dilated. His camera fell to the ground. He covered his body with both hands and staggered a few times, and fell on the sofa weakly.

Blood kept spraying out from his fingers like a fountain, and he couldn't hold it down no matter how hard he pressed it.

The ground was covered with squirting, on the sofa, on the table, and on the ground.

Mr. Wang stared at the person in front of him, holding a dagger in his hand and looking at him with a smile on his face.

Mr. Wang's eyes were filled with disbelief, fear and reluctance.

Then, he fell to the ground.

The face that was dying with eyes closed was facing the camera.

"Damn!" Fang Qi was so scared that he threw his phone out.

The entire mobile phone screen is filled with Mr. Wang's face and blood that is spreading on the ground. The eyes that have lost their focal length are staring at the camera without turning around. Don't be too scary.

The live broadcast room was immediately in an uproar, and some people were so scared that they quit the live broadcast room to uninstall the software.

Because Mr. Wang's camera was facing Jiang Lan all the way just now, the people who came in did not see clearly, and could only see him wearing a dark red Tang suit.

Fang Qi swallowed his saliva and said to his cell phone that had not been hung up: "Brother Lu, is it the one you sent?"

After saying that, he realized that Lu Jingchi had hung up his phone at some point.

Pei Qingsheng killed someone on this end, and he didn't rush to run away. Instead, he sat down next to Jiang Lan, picked up her clothes and covered her body.

Then, he took out his cell phone and called Lu Jingchi.

Soon, the phone was connected, and the other end of the phone was very quiet and no one spoke.
Chapter completed!