Even if two or three men in black are hit, what will happen?
He didn't escape even a few steps before he was caught back.
He struggled, to no avail.
He was caught in front of Long Yaoji again.
At this time, he put his hand in his pocket, suddenly took it out, raised his hand, and threw a pebble directly towards Long Yaoji.
When Long Yaoji realized it, she was a step too late. She turned her head and avoided her eyes, but the pebble still hit her forehead.
The pain spread, but she didn't even hum.
The blood snaked down from her forehead, it was a dazzling red color, burning fiercely in the sun, and it hurt the eyes.
Qiao Ze'an saw that Long Yaoji didn't react at all, and her expression didn't even change at all. His heart thumped, and fear surged up, drowning his limbs.
The calmer it is, the more it means a storm is coming.
Because it's so peaceful that it's almost terrifying.
Long Yaoji stretched out her hand and wiped the blood from her forehead, her fingers covered with bright red color.
She kept looking at Qiao Ze'an, put her fingers into her mouth, tasted the blood, and a strange smile appeared on her lips.
Then, she dipped her index finger in more blood, along the shape of her lips, like applying lipstick, using the blood to smear her lips into an enchanting and bright blood color.
After finishing painting, Long Yaoji asked, "How is it, little brother, does it look good?"
Such an action made Qiao Ze'an take a breath of air.
This woman is no ordinary person.
Not only is it scary, but it's also insane.
He was fearless before, but now Qiao Ze'an really feels deep fear.
The man in black behind him firmly grasped his arm, making him unable to move at all.
Long Yaoji approached Qiao Ze'an step by step, smiling half-heartedly.
Bai Jiuting was so anxious that she kicked up her legs and shouted, "Don't get close to him, go, go away!"
Unfortunately, she was already tied behind her back by two men in black, and could do nothing but struggle.
Long Yaoji stopped one step away from Qiao Ze'an and picked up Qiao Ze'an's chin with her long fingers. There was blood between her fingers.
It feels sticky and slippery, with the smell of blood.
It made Qiao Ze'an feel sick to his stomach.
Long Yaoji's eyes turned cold for a moment, "The stone was thrown very accurately. It seems that you inherited from your mother, the future sharpshooter, right? Haha."
She shook her head, with a look of pity on her face, "Originally I wanted to keep you for a while, but it seems that's not possible. A wolf cub that you know you can't raise will have to be dealt with as soon as possible."
"Throw him downstairs." Long Yaoji turned her back and ordered cruelly.
"Yes." The man in black lifted Qiao Ze'an up and walked to the edge of the top floor.
"No, no, let him go!" Bai Jiuting cried and shouted. They were going to throw Qiao Ze'an down the stairs, more than ten floors high. Can he still survive if he was thrown down? They were going to kill Qiao Ze'an.
"Help, someone help him!" Bai Jiuting cried hoarsely, kicking her legs constantly, "No, no! Help!"
"It's so noisy." Long Yaoji stepped forward and slapped Bai Jiuting with a palm.
Bai Jiuting was knocked unconscious by Long Yaoji's palm, her mouth bled, and she lost her voice.
Two men in black were holding Qiao Ze'an, getting closer and closer to the edge of the top floor.
It's more than ten stories high and makes your legs tremble just by looking at it.
Qiao Ze'an's mind went blank. At a young age, it was the first time that he felt that death was so close to him.