Hey, that big guy, I've teased

Chapter 215 Let's Talk About a Deal
An Qiao was afraid that Ling Chengzhi would hurt Ling Chengxi, so he didn't dare to shoot, and had to take a few steps back to avoid his attack.

"Humph--"

Ling Chengzhi sneered, and threw Ling Chengxi towards An Qiao like trash, forcing him to reach out to pick him up.

At the same time, Ling Chengzhi flew forward, snatched the gun from An Qiao's hand, and pointed it directly between his eyebrows.

"Where are Wu San and the others?" He asked.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Ling is still so powerful even though he took two heart-pumping efforts." An Qiao didn't panic, and pushed the tip of the gun between his brows and said, "Are you very afraid that Ah Ying will die?"

Ling Chengzhi didn't say a word, and An Qiao knew that he had taken his heart twice, which meant that Wu San and the others must have said everything.

He can deal with it calmly, presumably there are conditions.

Ling Chengxi had already got up, stroked his slightly messy hair, and took a mouthful of blood foam in a gentle sweep.

"Ling Chengzhi, let's make a deal." He said angrily.

An Qiao glanced at Ling Chengxi displeasedly, frowned, but didn't make a sound.

He knew that Ling Chengxi couldn't hold his breath, but he didn't expect to say that without even the most basic foreshadowing.

Since it is a transaction, it is a question of whether there are enough bargaining chips.

Ling Chengzhi said coldly: "Say!"

"You leave the Ling family unconditionally, I can not only hand over Wu San to you, but also provide Yinwu with the voodoo they researched—"

"Young Master!"

An Qiao couldn't help shouting, he showed all his hole cards so easily, but he didn't think about who Ling Chengzhi was.

Sure enough, Ling Chengzhi's eyes were like knives.

What Yinwu didn't let go of before, was said by Ling Chengxi. It seems that they really have a way to save Shengying.

Ling Chengzhi immediately felt relieved, smiled, and moved the gun to Ling Chengcheng again: "You want the Ling family? That's fine, fight with your own ability."

As he said that, he shot the gun head down.

Ling Chengzhi didn't hit Ling Chengxi, but deliberately hit his feet, and made a hole in the ground by wiping the upper of his shoe.

"Ling Chengxi, I'm going to leave my talk here today. If you want to compete with me for Ling's family, you can. When you have enough ability, I will give it up."

After a pause, he glanced at An Qiao, "For the sake of helping A Ying last time, I will let you go today, and I will not be an example!"

After saying that, he took out the magazine, disassembled the gun into parts and threw it away, and hurried back to the courtyard.

"Aying, Aying, I have a way to save you!"

Ling Chengzhi rushed into the living room, and saw Sheng Ying lying straight on the sofa with her head tilted, blood dripping down the corner of her lips.

"Aying—"

He rushed to hug Sheng Ying, breathed with his fingers, no.He hastily checked the carotid artery again, but it seemed to be gone.

"Aying, Aying, you won't die, you definitely won't!"

Ling Chengzhi yelled until his voice changed, and rushed to the parking lot with Sheng Ying in his arms.

He didn't believe that she was dead, so he took his brains and blood, obviously an hour ago she was sitting peacefully by the lake drawing.

She'll be fine, no.

Ling Chengzhi panicked, his mind went blank, and he ran stumblingly.

I don't know if it was because of being too nervous or too scared, but suddenly there were bursts of severe pain in his heart, as if a hand was tightly pinching his heart.

Can't breathe, can't breathe.

With great difficulty, he carried Sheng Ying into the car and patted her face: "A Ying, you have to hold on, don't leave me, please don't leave me!"

Sheng Ying was silent and breathed a sigh of relief, because her body was not stiff yet.

But there is no breathing, no pulse, just like a dead person.

Ling Chengzhi's actions at this time were all instinctive, he hit the gas pedal, turned around, and ran towards the city at a fast speed.

He pressed his heart with one hand, and supported the steering wheel with the other, biting his lips tightly, his eyes staring as if they were about to burst.

I can't let her die. If she dies, what's the point of me being alive?
(End of this chapter)