waste wood pharmacist

Chapter 366

Chapter 370 Two Cruel Yang Anran
hiss~~~!

There was an obvious sound of gasping, followed by rapid breathing, sounded in the dark and well-decorated room.

An Ran's hair was disheveled, a few strands of hair mixed with the sweat from the pain stained her pale cheeks, and the undulating chest showed the owner's haste, restlessness, and... pain.

The whole light blue clothes were soaked with sweat, and the left and right hands were separated and tightly tied to the cross. The left hand was clenched tightly and turned white, while the right hand was hanging there, lifeless.

It's just that at the trouser legs, the milky white undershirt was soaked in red, wet with large swaths of blood.

Tick, tick, two drops, dripping on the black marble floor.

flow into one piece.

If you look carefully, you will find that both trouser legs are like this, with large swathes of bright red, and even the smell of fresh blood wafts faintly in this area.

Holding a sharp knife in his hand, Dongfang Ji stood half an inch away from An Ran with blood dripping down the sharp edge of the knife.

A black robe seemed to blend into this dim room, flickering on and off.

The strange curvature of the corners of the lips still exists, but the red eyes have turned back to the original black.

If one ignores the smile on Dongfang Ji's face, he is no different from that gentle senior brother.

The voice is soft, just chilling in this environment
"As I said, don't make me angry, otherwise, it will break you."

He reached out, wiped the blood on the sharp knife, and licked it lightly.

Only to hear the voice continue

"It's just a broken hamstring. If I say something I don't like, I will slash your delicate face a few times. I heard that girls love beauty the most."

There is joy from the heart in the ending sound.

It seems that he agrees with his decision.

Because of the rapid loss of blood, An Ran's breathing also began to weaken, and she was close to a coma.

Relying entirely on willpower, it is very difficult to withdraw an arc on the cheek.

The eyelids are about to close several times, struggling to keep them half open
A weak voice emerges from the peeling white mouth

"It's almost dawn"

The outside began to brighten gradually, the sun rose slowly, exuding dazzling golden light, and it was dawn.

She left Jimo Qingcang for a day and a night.

That person is probably going crazy.

Dongfang Ji didn't care about An Ran's muttering to himself, but just took out a bracelet from his bosom.

This action was seen by An Ran.

For some reason, he exhaled lightly.

When An Ran entered here, not only could she no longer communicate with Xiaoqi, but her body energy was sealed off, and the storage space was also blocked, making her useless all of a sudden.

I thought it was only acting on herself, but now it seems that this will happen to everyone who enters here.

Even Dongfang Ji, the owner of this room, is no exception.

The storage space was sealed, so he carried such an important bracelet on his body.

I saw Dongfang Ji put the green and red and complicated silver-white bracelet on the ground, to be precise, put it in the pool of An Ran's blood.

This bracelet is the Qingli Rebirth Bracelet that sucked the lives of many people that day.

Only this time, the Qingli resurrection bracelet didn't react at all when it saw the blood, and it was still lying cold on the black marble floor.

After waiting for half a cup of tea, I found that there was still no response.

Dongfang Ji's face was stained with some cruelty.

He raised his head, holding a bracelet in one hand and a sharp knife in the other.Looking at An Ran Road

"Your beloved broke my treasure, so I will use you to pay for it."

At this time, one side of the closed wall suddenly opened, but it was not from where An Ran came from.

It was a woman in flamboyant and revealing clothes, her face was painted with a thick and strange attire, and she entered in a hurry for unknown reasons.

Even though the original facial features can no longer be seen, one can still feel that this person is in a hurry.

The voice is different from the strange appearance, but a hoarse voice
Standing beside Dongfang Ji, he whispered something in his ear.

If An Ran still had the strength to look at her at this moment, she would be able to recognize her. She had seen this woman when she was competing for the Ganoderma lucidum.

Dongfang Ji called her, Yaoque.

The expression on Dongfang Ji's face first flashed a trace of surprise, then the expression relaxed, and the strange arc on the corner of his lips parted again.

"how much longer."

I only heard Yaoque hesitated for a while and said,
"The time of two sticks of incense"

Immediately after the hoarse voice was stained with anxiety again,
"I also hope that the hall master will evacuate quickly."

Dongfang Ji waved his hand, signaling Yaoque to back down.

Seeing that the hall master had no intention of leaving, Yaoque glanced at the dying An Ran opposite, and was about to say something.

But it was ordered by Dongfang Ji
"back off"

Unwillingness flashed in Yaoque's eyes, so she had no choice but to leave.

An Ran's consciousness was on the verge of collapse and coma.

But An Ran still listened to what the two said just now.

Trying to keep a trace of clarity, I opened my eyes.

Weak and hoarse voice
"he came"

It is stating a fact in a declarative tone.

Dongfang Ji didn't care about putting the uncleaned green glass resurrection bracelet into his clothes again, dropped the sharp knife in his hand, and fell into the pool of An Ran's blood, a few drops of blood fell onto Dongfang Ji's white shoe surface superior.

Stepping forward, one foot rested on the wound on An Ran's ankle that had condensed into a scab, and it was repeatedly crushed.

The blood that was finally stopped gushed out again.

An Ran hoarsely cried out in pain.

The brows are tightly wrinkled together.

It turns out that pain can also make people clear.

Eyes open, staring at Dongfang Ji, trying to relax for a long time

A disdainful smile tugged at the corner of his lips,
"Brother Dongfang, does this mean becoming angry from embarrassment?"

You are obviously so weak that it takes trouble to even open your eyes, but the sarcastic words follow one after another, and you never stop.

It's just that this time he didn't look angry as expected, but the weird smile on Dongfang Ji's face never stopped.

He stared blankly at Yang Anran who was dying, and thought for a long time.

With a soft voice, slowly began to tell a story that is not a story
"Once upon a time, there was a little boy who killed his mother with his own hands. This was his father's order, saying that the weak should not live in this world.

Mother died willingly, because her child survived.

Later, the boy grew up and fell in love with his father's subordinate, who was a beautiful and charming woman.Later, the father found out that he threw the woman in the Colosseum in front of the boy, and watched the girl whom the boy loved die cruelly bit by bit.

My father said that the real strong should be heartless and ruthless.

The boy hated his father, but he gradually believed in his father's words that only the strong can survive, and the real strong are heartless and ruthless.

The boy began to use all means, and no one in the world could be killed or used.

(End of this chapter)