Lord Qin's little ancestor A exploded

Crowe had never felt this way before.

The nerve endings are as uncomfortable as being bitten by millions of ants, which makes people desperate.

The dense pain made him tremble all over.

But he still gritted his teeth and laughed wildly, "It's interesting."

Jian Ci's brows and eyes were indifferent, and the lips that were biting the cigarette were slightly raised, "Don't worry, the more interesting ones will come later."

As he spoke, he stabbed at his throat.

The feeling of suffocation came immediately.

He felt like an invisible hand was strangling his neck tightly, unable to breathe.

Soon, the whole face was even more red and purple, the eyes were congested with blood mist, and the whole body began to twitch, which was so painful to watch.

Not long after, the pain and suffocation all over his body made him start to struggle subconsciously.

The chair tied to him also "creaked" and shook immediately.

Jian Ci leaned against the table, smoking a cigarette coldly, waiting quietly.

Smoky.

It made the expression on her face secretive and secretive.

It didn't take long for Crowe to faint from the pain and lack of oxygen.

After Jian Ci finished smoking the cigarette, he stood up straight and casually poured the cup of tea on the table onto his face.

The cold water flowed into his nose, choking him to wake up immediately.

"Cough cough cough... um!"

It's just that when he coughed, his chest hurt like being hit by a blunt instrument.

He waited for a long time before laughing in a low voice, "Ha...haha...I didn't expect these broken needles to be quite powerful."

It's not worse than the neurotoxin he used on Jian Ci before.

Regarding this, Jian Ci smoked a cigarette, and said slowly: "The traditional Chinese medicine in country Z is extensive and profound, you won't understand it."

Crowe, who was full of embarrassment, let out a disdainful laugh, "So you disappeared in the past two years just to study this, and then cooperate with the Qin family to take revenge on me?"

Jian Ci exhaled a mouthful of mist and said casually, "Yes."

Ke Luo shook his head, tut tut and said with emotion: "The fifth master of the Qin family is really pitiful, he was played like this by you."

Jian Ci's smoking action paused slightly.

Crowe glanced at her small gesture and laughed viciously.

"He thinks so much about you, but you lied to him in order to catch me."

"How sad he must be."

"What a pathetic man."

……

After finishing the last sentence, Jian Ci slowly raised his head, his dark eyes were as cold as a pool of cold.

But then he raised his eyebrows, with a bit of evil.

"To provoke me on purpose?"

Crowe, who was seen through, froze.

"I can't take it anymore, so I want to beg for death?" Jian Ci chuckled lightly, and said casually: "I should be stronger than you back then."

Now that he was seen through, he deliberately provocatively said: "You were almost killed by me back then, have you forgotten? Those neurotoxins are injected into your body as if you don't need money, just rescue it. Three times, hahaha... the last time, you were like a dead dog."

Jian Ci listened to his wild laughter, but didn't speak.

Even the brows and eyes are so peaceful that there is no slight change.

She took the last puff of the cigarette, stubbed it out casually, and then said lightly, "So, now it's my turn to play."

He glanced at the time, stepped forward again, and continued to give needles.

When Crowe saw the needle as thin as a cow's hair, he couldn't help but tense up all over.

Regardless of how many blows he has suffered, he still has the strength to talk to Jian Ci, as if he can hold on.

But in fact, that kind of pain is absolutely no less than the pain of being mutilated.

If it were placed on an ordinary person, I am afraid that the pain would already be so painful that I wish I could kill myself by biting my tongue, please have a good time.

It's just that after some training from the family, Crowe is slightly better than ordinary people in a short period of time.

But after a long time, it will not work.

So, he simply begged for death, deliberately smiled cruelly and said: "But no matter how you look at it, I won. After all, your little sister died two years ago. It was a tragic death, and the fire was so great. Save you, burn alive inside."

He knew that to Jian Ci, that girl was the most unmentionable scar.

As long as it is mentioned, she will be stimulated.

Sure enough, Jian Ci's eyebrows twitched.

A few sporadic images flashed in my mind.

The sky is full of fire, the choking smoke...

Once I think about it deeply, the pain immediately comes up.

That mouthful had just been exhaled from his nasal cavity, but he still couldn't suppress himself.

She had to lower her head again, bit a cigarette out, and lit it.

That abnormal attitude made Crowe feel something.

His eyes half-closed, "Did you forget her?"

Although it was a question, there was some certainty in his tone.

Jian Ci replied calmly: "She died so badly, how could I forget it."

Ke Luo still asked cautiously: "Then what's her name?"

Jian Ci took a puff of cigarette, paused for two seconds, and then said calmly: "Xiaobai."

The warehouse fell into a sudden silence.

After a while, Crowe laughed, "I didn't expect two years to make you so calm. Even the good sisters in the past can't arouse your emotions at all."

"People always have to learn to grow up."

Jian Ci's tone was as indifferent as ever.

But in fact, at this moment, her hands in her pockets were tightly clenched.

Nails have been embedded in the palm.

Because the head started to hurt more and more.

"There is a saying in your country Z that people should treat each other with admiration for three days, and it is true." Crowe raised his head, leaning there loosely, "It was obviously the hatred between me and you back then, but it is a pity that she committed suicide by herself You want to get involved, but this also made me unintentionally aware of your weakness, haha."

Jian Ci's eyes moved, and he looked at him, "Have you finished?"

Crowe stared into her eyes for a moment.

As if waiting for something.

Jian Ci said without expression: "It's over, let's wrap it up today."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Crowe laughed.

From low to high, the sound echoed in the warehouse.

Weird and eerie.

Jian Ci didn't know what he was laughing at.

But the only thing he could know was where he should have exposed his flaws.

Sure enough, I heard Crowe say, "You simply forgot, didn't you?"

Although it was a question, his tone was full of affirmation.

Before Jian Ci could speak, Crowe continued: "I deliberately said that I had a grudge against you just now, but you didn't refute me."

Jian Ci narrowed her eyes slightly.

So there is no grudge between them?

But how is this possible.

Couldn't it be that Crowe secretly teamed up with Zhou Zihong to steal her design draft, and in the end it was the accidental death of the people around her?

Although Zhou Zihong didn't explain the truth before, from the random conversations of these people, this should be the truth closest to the truth.

where is wrong?

Regardless of the pain on his body, Crowe smiled without scruple, "God, look at the blank face of this poor child, it's so funny! She thought she had a grudge against me, hahaha!"

Jian Ci was smoking a cigarette in silence, the sarcastic laughter filled her ears.

After a long time, she stopped pretending and asked directly, "What happened back then."