"Put the person down, hold his hands, and don't let him move!"
Qi Mingye's charming eyes exuded a dim light, and he calmly ordered, taking out the silver needle that had been pinned to his sleeve. After Ji Qingyu controlled Lan Rui, he held the silver needle in his left hand and pierced several of his key points.
Shen Sheng said, "Hel the person onto the sofa and don't let him move around for now."
Gong Shaoming and Ou Zexi, who had not reacted from the shock, finally woke up and came to help. Ji Qingyu had already nervously helped them onto the sofa, holding Lan Rui tightly to his chest.
"It's okay. You told me that remembering hatred is to make yourself stronger, but letting go is letting yourself go. Since you choose to let go, why do you have to force yourself like this..."
"Kill him! I'm going to kill him!"
Lan Rui's mind was a little confused, and his crazy state had eased a little, but hatred was intertwined in his pupils...
He clasped Ji Qingyu's wrist behind his back and held her tightly!
"How did he become like this?"
"You should ask Lan Jue what he did to him."
Qi Mingye finished speaking and looked at Lan Rui's face, which had lost all blood. His heroic face was covered with a layer of purple-black color, as if he had been poisoned.
His uncontrollable epilepsy looked like a mental patient having a seizure, with some symptoms of schizophrenia, but Qi Mingye knew that he was not.
Ji Qing understood Qi Mingye's hint, her eyes darkened, and she raised her eyes to look at Qi Mingye, "Is his life in danger?"
"He has never been out of danger, so how can he be in danger?"
An evil smile appeared on Qi Mingye's lips, but his eyes were very deep.
Lan Rui didn't live long, and this discovery actually made him a little unhappy.
Thinking of the reaction of that little glutinous rice dumpling, Qi Mingye couldn't help but frown, and looked at Lan Rui a little complicated.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Lan Rui grabbed Ji Qingyu and kept repeating these three words, as if venting the hatred in his heart with his life.
"Okay, if you want to kill him, I'll help you!"
"You can't help him, the only one who can help him is himself!"
Qi Mingye put away the silver needle indifferently, ignoring the searching eyes of Gong Shaoming and Ou Zexi after seeing his move. He glanced at Ji Qingyu and curled his lips coldly, "Your life is mine now."
"..."
Ji Qingyu looked at Qi Mingye with complicated eyes, but was ignored by him.
He looked sharply at Lan Rui, who had become somewhat sober and his body was trembling slightly, and said coldly, "Tell me your decision."
"I want him dead!"
Qi Mingye smiled arrogantly, cruelly and enchantingly, and turned to look at Gong Shaoming and Ou Zexi, "Where are you?"
Gong Shaoming shrugged, "You saved my life, and it's time to pay it back."
"Don't look at me. The Ou family has the rules of the Ou family. I don't care about your personal grudges with Lan Jue."
Ozzie Ou paused, "But as a friend, I don't mind participating in this war in a private capacity. Lan Jue is ambitious and has already violated the starting point of the four major families' peaceful coexistence. It is also true that he is hostile to the Ou family. Sooner or later."
"What do you want to do?" Ji Qingyu helped the dying Lan Rui and interjected in a cold voice.
Hate can easily be heard in the words.
She had always known that Lan Rui had a physical problem and that it was related to Lan Jue, but she had no idea that Lan Jue was so cruel.
