Angel is a little bad

Chapter 109 The Little Sheep and the Scapegoat

A dead silence.

"I can't see that you have such courage!" After a long time, he mocked and his voice was terrifying.

The sound he made was like a fired bullet, hitting Lan Ni's fragile, weak, and weak heart. She fell to the ground, hugging her body and weeping softly: "I... I... I... yes ……Sorry……"

All she could do was cry and say sorry, even though she still couldn't figure out what had happened.

This kind of scene... is simply the legendary scene of a beautiful and weak girl being judged. Like a TV drama, Huahuo turned her face away.Even if she directs it herself, she doesn't like to watch such dramas.

Mao Congcong took a big step forward, squatted down in front of Lan Ni, grabbed her hair and pulled her back, forcing her face to look up at him.Lan Ni was trembling and crying, like a lamb under the jaws of a tiger, but he didn't show any compassion. He stared at her for a while and asked, "Will you dare to do such a thing in the future?"

Lan Ni couldn't speak, but shook her head desperately and vigorously. She would not dare to do such a thing if she was killed.

"Very well, remember what you said now." After that, he let go of her hair, got up and walked away, seemingly in a bad mood.

Several followers breathed a sigh of relief, scattered the tacks in their hands on Lan Ni, and hurried away with the boss.If they really attacked such a little girl, they would also lose face. After all, they are men, and it is too useless to attack a harmless little girl.Look at her almost soulless appearance, she has been frightened enough, if she is tortured again, she may really faint to death.

The villains are gone, and their legacy is only just beginning to kick in.Lan Ni was still trembling. What happened tonight was unprecedentedly terrifying, and she couldn't recover for a long time.There is no doubt that this will definitely become a shadow of her psychology in the future.

Huahuo has been watching with cold eyes, seeing Lan Ni's frightened and paralyzed appearance, she hummed heartlessly, turned around and left.She felt that she was really cold-blooded. From just now to now, not only did she not have a trace of guilt, nor did she have a trace of sympathy.

Alas, maybe I am really a bad boy, adults, maybe I am right.

(End of this chapter)