First Lady

But she just had a twitch in her mind at this point. She felt that she had already suffered so much, and it was not worth it. Moreover, she naively wanted to negotiate terms with Ming Ye.

Mi Sha didn't get angry, she seemed to know that Lan Wei'er wouldn't say anything, "Okay, if you don't say it, then... don't blame me for being rude."

The pain of broken bones made Lan Wei'er have a deep-rooted fear of Mi Sha in a short time.

She asked tremblingly, "You What else do you want?"

Misha smiled once in a thousand years, "I think, this question...you don't want to know!" [

Misha slowly raised her hand, and the two men who followed her immediately stepped forward to listen to her orders.

"Go... use the things you brought for Miss Lan instead."

"Yes, Miss Misha."

Lan Wei'er watched the two tall men approaching her helplessly, she was so frightened that she seemed to lose her voice, she opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound no matter how she screamed.

Misha glanced over coldly, and said with a sneer, "Don't worry, it won't be what you think! They... still don't like you!"

Among the two people in between, one of them held a small medicine box about 30 centimeters long and ten centimeters high in his hand.

A person came forward and held Lan Wei'er tightly, as if he didn't think of her as a human being.

Another person opened the medicine box and took out an injection... The metal pillow flashed a strange cold light under the light.

Seeing the needle getting closer and closer, Lan Wei'er finally screamed: "What are you going to do behind closed doors, what are you going to do?"

Even Chu Qiao didn't know what Mi Sha was going to do this time, the only thing he could guess was the thing in the needle tube, it must...not be a good thing.

The person holding the needle had a very kind face, he looked like a nice guy, he smiled.

"Don't worry, Miss Lan, we won't harm you. This is a good thing! There is money in the market...you can't buy it."

While speaking, the long pillow had been deeply embedded in the flesh of Lan Wei'er's arm.

The sharp pain made her shiver uncontrollably, and a cold liquid flowed into her blood along the blood vessels.

As the transparent liquid slowly entered her body, Lan Wei'er's fear deepened. Her intuition told her that this was something more terrifying than a severed wrist.

"You... what did you inject me with?"

Misha held up a hand towards her, and said softly, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"