Ji Anan frowned and lowered his eyes slightly, falling on the engraving of the Sword of Death on the copper-colored buttons on his cuffs.
Her eyes contracted violently and she shouted loudly: "It's you!"
The silver-faced man's expression froze slightly, and he quickly raised his lips and smiled: "We have indeed met."
Three years ago, the blood that filled the air eroded her memory.
Ji Anan smiled painfully: "Why don't you kill me? I'm of no use to you at all!"
"...On the contrary, you are very useful now."
"I won't listen to you, and even if I die, I won't do anything for the devil." Ji Anan deliberately angered him.
The silver-faced man held her chin. Her skin was as white as snow, her facial features were clear, and her long hair was dripping with water. She was so beautiful that it made people feel fascinated.
"You are beautiful. No wonder the two young masters Beiming are fascinated by you."
Ji An'an's mouth ached when he heard Beiming Shaoxi's name.
He wants to keep her to deal with Beiming Shaoxi?
"I underestimated you, Su Qianmo."
Ji An'an looked at him hastily. From the corner of her eye, she saw a bronze statue of Kirin covered with barbs. She turned around and wanted to hit the sharp barbs.
A big hand pressed her forehead, and the silver-faced man saw through her intention: "Wouldn't it be a pity to let a beauty like you die like this?"
Ji Anan sneered softly, no one could restrain her determination to die.
Besides, her life is short and no one can control her.
"Miss Su, I have countless ways to make you submit. Believe it or not, you will kneel down with all your heart and beg me to use you and serve you?"
"...I don't believe it." Ji Anan bit her lip, her eyes stubborn.
She is not even afraid of death. No matter how cruel and inhumane the torture is next, she will survive it.
"Now that you recognize me, I'll take you to a place."
The silver-faced man's mouth turned cruelly red, and he hooked his hands. A subordinate came over to unlock her chains.
…
Ji Anan was picked up by two subordinates, grabbed the steel tube bed, and walked towards the basement.
She recalled the bloodshed three years ago in her mind.
She was protected by her nanny in the attic and watched a group of people break into Su's house.
Through the gap between the stairs, she saw a dark crowd of people surrounding the hospital bed.
A hand holstered in black leather was raised, holding a gun.
Mr. Su, I'm very sorry. The last respect I can give you is to send you off on your way.
Ji Anan saw the engraving of the Sword of Death on the cuff of that hand.
She will never forget that totem.
The moment the wrench was pulled, Father Su hugged Mother Su with a pale face and protected her in his arms.
The loud sound of gunfire.
Blood spattered all over Su's mother. She hugged Su's father tightly, her face full of distressed tears, but she was detached and indifferent. She gently closed her eyes and waited for death.
Mrs. Su, now, it's your turn...
The silver-faced man smiled coldly, took the handkerchief and wiped the blood, and stepped forward step by step.
Ji An'an was trembling and couldn't help but scream, but the wet nurse covered her lips in time.
She wanted to rush down with all her strength, but suddenly her head hurt and she was knocked unconscious by the nanny...
In the following year, this bloody scene often appeared in her nightmares, frightening her to the point of crying.
…
The heavy iron door creaked open.
Ji Anan was dragged into a room. The four walls were the color of the ocean, and transparent glass stretched across...
She raised her head and saw the scene in front of her, with fear projected in her pupils.