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Chapter 74: You kill people!

Long Qianqian turned her head away and remained silent.

Long Henyang took off his coat and wrapped it around the body that made him so distraught.

"I want you to see what kind of life I have lived." He smiled: "Do you know where Lei is?"

Long Qianqian trembled all over and looked at him in shock.

"You'll see him later, but I can't guarantee he's still alive."

Her sharp eyes were locked on Long Qianqian's panicked face, and she asked tremblingly: "What did you do to him?"

"I'm just giving him a chance to make progress, but thanks to your gift, he can return to Hell Shura to continue his 'cultivation'."

Of course Long Qianqian knew that the 'cultivation' Long Henyang mentioned was by no means chanting sutras and meditating, it must be full of blood.

"No, I don't want to go, I won't go."

Long Henyang's amber eyes were filled with sharp evil.

"I have no choice but to go, fifth aunt, to get a set of clothes for the young lady."

After receiving the order, the fifth aunt hurriedly went upstairs to get clothes. When Li Wanwan saw Long Qianqian wrapped up, she understood what had happened.

Li Mengmeng hid behind his mother and muttered: "Mom, brother Ayang is so fierce and scary today."

Li Wanwan comforted her daughter and stopped Long Henyang who was walking out.

"Ayang..."

Long Henyang turned around, with a cold expression on his face, and said, "Auntie, I've said that no matter what happens next, no one is allowed to say anything about her and me."

At this moment, Long Henyang made her see her sister Li Wanyu.

She had also advised her sister not to pester her if she didn't get it. At that time, her sister also said, "I'm not allowed to say anything about him and me," and her tone didn't even change.

"Brother Ayang, you are not allowed to bully my mother."

Li Mengmeng stood in front of Li Wanwan and looked at Long Henyang with hostility.

"Master, the clothes are here."

Long Henyang took the bag from the fifth aunt, put Long Qianqian into the car, and told the driver to drive.

Long Qianqian was still trembling, so he took off her coat, revealing her snow-white skin, which was pink and attractive. Long Henyang put clothes on her and held her tightly in his arms.

He knew that no matter what he said, she would fight back against him with all the thorns in her body.

On the outskirts of W City, there is a huge manor, filled with the fragrance of flowers. As you look around, you can see large tracts of various flowers in bloom.

Who would have thought that such a beautiful place is the headquarters of Hell Shura.

"Qianqian, do you like it here?"

Holding her waist, Long Henyang said softly.

Long Qianqian nodded involuntarily, she really liked this place, just like Provence full of lavender, it was beautiful.

He quirked his lips and said, "As long as you like it, I'll give it to you."

She said disdainfully: "I can't afford your things."

There were not many people in the manor, but there were rows of burly men wearing black suits with their legs splayed.

Their presence adds a depressing atmosphere to this beautiful place.

A door opened, and Long Qianqian looked like a black hole that could swallow everything, and hesitated to go in.

Long Henyang turned around, pulled her and said, "Are you scared?"

Long Qianqian took a deep breath and said coldly: "Am I afraid you won't let me in?"

Without being locked, Long Qianqian suddenly felt a chill. The place seemed isolated from the world, gloomy and gloomy like the 18th level of hell, which made her feel terrified.

"where is this place?"

She was afraid and couldn't help but stay close to Long Henyang.

"Hell Asura Headquarters."

Under the dim light, rows of torture instruments that she had never seen before were arranged one by one. Under the torture instruments were piles of white bones. From the skull, they were all human bones.

Long Qianqian looked at him in fear. "Long Henyang, you...kill someone?"


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