Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 81 Be Good, Don't Be Afraid

"Ruan Shiyan, I think what you said makes sense. Only by controlling you can Song Zehan satisfy my request unconditionally."

"..."

The slender silver needles reflected cold silver light under the moonlight, which was particularly permeating.

Ruan Shiyan's heart skipped a beat.

Was this scumbag's reading comprehension taught by his physical education teacher?
But looking at this posture, this scumbag has actually increased his IQ in the past three years, so he knew he was going to stay behind.

"Mrs. Song, don't be afraid. It's not a fatal thing. It will only make you feel like a god every seven days. Sometimes you are happy like a fairy, and sometimes you are so uncomfortable that life is worse than death."

"..." What the hell is this?Some kind of secret poison in martial arts novels?

I'm afraid this scumbag has read too many novels, so he has seen hallucinations for himself, right?

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. After tonight, you will understand after experiencing it yourself."

"..."

"At that time, you must truthfully explain your feelings to Song Zehan, otherwise, how can you stimulate him to obediently come to me to buy the antidote?"

Seeing the cold needle getting closer, Ruan Shiyan couldn't help swallowing, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Regardless of whether what this scumbag said was true or not, she didn't want to be injected with an unknown liquid.

But her hands and feet were still tied, apart from the old method just now, she had no ability to resist at all.

But just when she was secretly planning to fall sideways to avoid the man when he came over, the man held her arm in advance, suppressing her, and brutally deprived her of the last chance to resist.

Ruan Shiyan's heart suddenly turned cold.

God.

Are you really going to be so desperate this time?

"This kind of little trick is fine for the first time, and you want to use it for the second time? Ruan Shiyan, you don't feel sorry for yourself when you fall, but I still feel sorry for my chair."

"..."

"Hey, I told you, don't be afraid. I'll take you home after the injection."

After the words fell, the man raised the syringe and pushed it lightly into the air.

The light blue liquid overflowed from the sharp needle, drew a cold arc in the air, and dripped onto Ruan Shiyan's clothes.

She glanced at it, even though her heart was about to turn cold, she still didn't show any panic on her face, she just stared blankly at the man with a cold and calculating face.

Although her consistent principle outside is that a good man does not suffer immediate losses, but in front of such a determined scumbag, she is unwilling to bow her head, let alone give in.

The man gave a "tsk", and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, then he lowered his head with a smile on his lips, patted Ruan Shiyan's forearm with one hand, and aimed the needle at the blood vessel.

Feeling the cold feeling from her forearm, Ruan Shiyan slowly closed her eyes.

But just at the second when the tingling sensation came, there was a sudden "bang" from the door not far away.

In the next second, along with the dust being blown up, a tall and straight figure suddenly appeared.

Song Zehan? !

Ruan Shiyan opened her eyes instantly, and her breathing was stagnant.

But just as he was about to call for someone, a familiar command sounded from the warehouse.

"Close your eyes!"

Ruan Shiyan subconsciously followed suit, but just as the upper and lower eyelashes touched, there was a deafening gunshot in the warehouse.

"boom--"

At almost the same time, she felt a cold liquid being injected into her arm.

I felt the cold wind brought by the bullets passing by.

He heard the miserable wail of the scumbag after being shot.

He also heard a series of footsteps approaching hurriedly.

But before she could open her eyes in time, she felt a familiar throbbing pain in her heart...

(End of this chapter)