Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 642 Give her an injection and take it away
This woman was only two years older than her, but she was as mad as a scumbag.

When An Qiyue thought of An Zihan's plan to kill her half-brother, her pity and sympathy for An Zihan burst out instantly.

She wasn't looking at the woman with bruises at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes fell on Shura's direction coldly, and said coldly, "Mr. Shura, are you a pig?"

Shura can't keep up with the rhythm of An Qiyue's speech for the time being. After all, he is not Chinese, so it is difficult to guess the irony in An Qiyue's words.

He seemed to be in a good mood, a smile melted from the corner of his mouth, and he said, "What?"

An Qiyue sneered coldly, and said: "It seems that Mr. Xiu Luo, you are really stupid enough. Rather than trying your best to arrest me as a hostage, you might as well take Xia Shang's immediate family members directly. It's better !"

Shura Qinggui's cold eyes sank deeply, he stared at the girl in front of him who was not taller than his shoulders, a wicked gleam flashed in his eyes, like a sharp blade pressed against An Qiyue's throat, shivering with ice thorns.

Without warning, he raised his hand to pinch An Qiyue's throat, and tightened it tightly. The pain of suffocation spread from her throat to the whole body rapidly.

He met her cool black eyes, and the blue eyes cooled down little by little.

His voice seemed to be kept low and steady after extreme control.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you provoke me like this, huh?"

An Qiyue's face gradually turned pale, her cold smile twisted to the corners of her eyes, she struggled to utter a few monophonic words from her throat, and said, "Drug/lord!"

The scarlet light illuminated the woman's fair face even more bloodless. Her stubborn eyes, bloodthirsty eyes, and cold voice were like a little beast roaring in the cold wind, which was pitiful and heart-pounding.

Asura stared at this oriental face, a little anxiety gradually appeared in his eyes.

He loosened her neck suddenly, and said coldly: "Give her an injection and take her away!"

After Xiu Luo finished speaking, two female agents came up and brutally pressed An Qiyue against the wall behind her, sticking tightly.

Her hands and feet were restrained by brute force, and she remained motionless. She could only watch helplessly as An Zihan took out the sharp needle neatly, and the long needle was buried in the vein of An Qiyue's arm in an instant. The blood vessels dissolve into the blood.

An Zihan looked at her viciously, she pushed the needle quickly, as if she had found an exit to release the devil, the long needle was obviously hitting An Qiyue's vein, she seemed to want to poke the needle into her through the vein Heart and lungs, only in this way can the bullying and injustice she suffers be alleviated a little.

The light blue liquid in the whole tube was completely pushed out in less than three seconds.

When An Zihan pulled out the needle, his hands trembled a few times on purpose, the needle stirred back and forth in An Qiyue's veins a few times, the sharp pain made An Qiyue's forehead form a thin layer of fine sweat.

An Qiyue looked at An Zihan's pretty face, and suddenly laughed, "An Zihan, do you know why brother Shaofeng doesn't want you?"

An Zihan's hand that pulled out the needle paused, she stared fiercely at An Qiyue, pinched the needle and repeatedly stirred An Qiyue's flesh and blood.

With red eyes, she screamed sinisterly and indifferently: "Why?"

An Qiyue's eyes fell slightly on the bare arms, and the condensed blood was pouring out from the needle point little by little. She was almost so painful that she was powerless.

She smiled at An Zihan with disdain: "Because you are ugly! Not only are you ugly, but your heart is even more ugly."

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