Murong Qingliu bit her lower lip hard, almost bleeding. After a long time, she whispered: "An Yexun has been harassing me for a long time. I want to stop after this month, but there is a guest tonight."
Suddenly he pulled me madly, and I couldn't get away, so I slapped the customer in the face. The customer covered his face, handed me a knife and asked me to peel the fruit for him, saying that after I finished peeling the fruit, he would let me go.
Know……"
Murong Qingliu's body trembled violently, and Su Mang held her hand tightly.
"Who knew..." she continued: "The guest actually took my wrist and stabbed him in the abdomen with the knife in my hand. Then An Yexun rushed in. He said that as long as I obeyed him, he would
He won't call the police. If I don't obey him, he will call the police. There are my fingerprints on the knife and the blood stains of the guest on my body. I am definitely responsible for the crime. If the guest dies, I may be shot. Even if the guest doesn't die,
This is a serious crime of intentional injury, and I will be sentenced to at least ten or eight years..."
"Despicable!" Su Mang glanced sideways and glared at An Yexun, but An Yexun looked at her proudly, as if he was proud of himself for being able to come up with such a seamless idea.
"But..." Murong Qingliu also stared at An Yexun, his whole body shaking with anger, and his eyes full of hatred, "He lied! I didn't promise him at all. I would rather die than let him take advantage of me.
Cheap!"
"I know." Su Mang patted her comfortingly.
Just now she saw Murong Qingliu and An Yexun fighting at the crack of the door. If Murong Qingliu had agreed, he would not have insulted and struggled with An Yexun.
"An Yexun, you heard me, she won't be with you even if she dies." Su Mang looked at An Yexun with disdain.
An Yexun nodded leisurely, "Okay, then I'll call the police and let her die!"
"I'm afraid it's not that easy!" Zhuyue, who had been silent all this time, moved, and everyone's eyes were blurred. Zhuyue was already standing behind An Yexun, with a small dagger placed across An Yexun's neck, Zhuyue sneered, "
If you want to bury Miss Murong with her, just call the police!"
"You!..." An Yexun's face immediately became livid with anger. He looked around at the dozens of guards around him and cursed fiercely: "You are a loser!" What a loser! Dozens of people were staring at him with hundreds of eyes, but he actually let him go.
Zhuyue held him hostage!
However, he admitted that Zhuyue's skills were too fast, like lightning and meteors. He was just blinded by a dagger on his neck.
However, An Yexun, is he a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? He smiled coldly and said proudly: "Okay, then you do it. Murong Qingliu and I will die together. I can't get it alive, and I won't get it if I die.
Let her go!"
Zhuyue's eyes turned cold, and the dagger pressed down on his neck, and strings of blood beads quickly slid down the dagger.
"How is it? Does this feel good?" Zhuyue said, while slowly applying force, the edge of the dagger began to sink into An Yexun's skin, and the blood dropped faster.
"It's so cool!!" An Yexun laughed wildly, arrogantly.
He An Yexun is full of shortcomings, too numerous to count. The only advantage that can be mentioned is that he is not afraid of death. Even if a dagger is placed on his neck, even if he will go to hell in the next second, don't try to coerce him into doing something he doesn't want.
Things to do!
He was so unafraid of death that it stumped Zhuyue.
