Xie Qingran was sitting on the sofa at this time, with his legs crossed, his body leaning back, and raising his fingers. He watched with interest as the man struggled to get rid of the suffocating feeling but couldn't. His face gradually turned red, and he was almost gone.
Lost half his life.
When the man was about to pass out, Xie Qingran finally released the control of his spiritual power, and the man collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.
His heart was full of fear and confusion, but he didn't expect the other party to take action without saying a word.
The suffocating feeling just now made him feel as if he was really going to die.
The man raised his head, the blush on his face had not dissipated, and he looked extremely ugly.
Only he and the people who attacked him knew how close he was to death just now.
"Now, can you tell the truth?" Xie Qingran's smiling voice sounded, and the man shuddered.
How could there be such a person who could control the life and death of others and watch a person in front of her without any emotion when he was about to lose his life?
She's even smiling!
Men feel terrible.
"I said, I said, whatever you ask me, I will tell you, as long as you promise not to hurt me again." The man spoke immediately, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he wanted to negotiate terms with Xie Qingran.
"Well... I can't promise you this." Xie Qingran's voice was still a light smile, "After all, I don't know whether what you said is true or false. If you make me unhappy at any time, what will you do?
It was even worse just now.”
Her voice sounded like the sound of hell, but the man knew that he had no other choice.
Xie Qingran watched the man's expression change with interest, but she was not in a hurry.
Anyway, if I can't handle it well today, I'll continue tomorrow.
It's not like she doesn't have time.
Thinking like this, Xie Qingran's movements became more relaxed.
I was even thinking about whether to send two messages to Ji Chen.
At this moment, the man finally spoke.
"You ask." The man's voice was still hoarse. He was controlled by Xie Qingran's spiritual power just now, and the sequelae caused by almost suffocating were still very severe.
Xie Qingran said casually, "Then let's talk about Qi Hua."
"Tell me everything."
"If you have something to hide, I can let you try something else."
"Like, tearing your soul into pieces."
"I think you don't really want to try it."
Xie Qingran blinked slightly, but no one could see her cute appearance.
"I said I would tell you everything. Please, please don't torture me." The man was about to cry but had no tears.
"Then just say it directly. If it continues miserably, I won't have the patience!"
The man spoke immediately.
"My wife, I don't know if you know it, but thirty years ago, she was also a very famous singer."
"I don't know." Xie Qingran replied lazily.
"Her name is Sun Yuan."
The man's eyes became softer, "We were very much in love at the time, but suddenly one day, she had no inspiration."
"She used to be really nice. The two of us stayed together every day, and she would stay with me quietly when I was working."
"After she lost her inspiration, her character was no longer as gentle as before. Instead, she became very manic. She would lose her temper from time to time and even make trouble with me..."
Xie Qingran lazily added to him, "So, you kill her."