Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 344 The Most Hateful Person
Lan Qingchuan did not die.When she woke up, it was dark and there was no light at all.

She obviously heard the gunshots.Gong Nanmu is cold and decisive, he has hated himself for a long time, and he can't wait to kill the grass.When she was Chu Li who knew everything, she could feel the undisguised murderous look in the dark eyes of this ghost-faced man.

Gong Nanmu shot, never missed.He holds a gun with the same precision as a scalpel.

She leaned against the cold wall and sat up. She couldn't feel anything around her, only wet and cold.Sitting in the dark, she had experienced ups and downs, but she had now returned to calm.

She doesn't know what's going on.But according to the current situation, her death may only be slightly delayed.

After being locked in this small secret room with no exit for a long time, maybe two or three days, Lan Qingchuan couldn't remember, the severe dehydration and hunger made her unable to even raise her eyelids.

This is the way to torture people.

It's just that she was unwilling to die like this, and died in the hands of Gong Chiruo.

When the sun rose on the third day, when Lan Qingchuan was carried out of the secret room, he was haggard and gloomy, and his breathing was shallow and weak.

When she woke up again, the first thing she saw was Gong Nanmu, staring at her ferociously.

His eyes were repressed and vicious that Lan Qingchuan had never seen before.

This is Delin Court, the familiar room she lives in.She was lying on a heavy wooden bed covered with brocade, feeling weak all over.

Gong Nanmu smiled viciously, "Your life is great enough, and you haven't been able to kill you after being locked up for such a long time."

Lan Qingchuan closed his eyes.

Not long after, she saw Gong Chiruo.

Familiar room with unchanging layout, a heavy burning aroma wafts in the air.

Gong Chiruo was injured, leaning on the red sandalwood couch by the window with a gloomy expression, when he saw her coming, his brows and eyes darkened a bit.

There was still Gong Shu in the room, after she arrived, she retreated outside the screen with Gong Nanmu.

Lan Qingchuan looked at his wound, which was on his left shoulder, wrapped in layers of bandages.The exposed skin was like lifeless white porcelain, cold and even gray.

He looked at her carefully, and suddenly sneered, "Is this made by Gong Nanmu?"

Lan Qingchuan was locked in a secret room for three days. He was emaciated and emaciated. When he walked in just now, his footsteps were weak, obviously he walked with force.

What he hates the most is her stubbornness and determination.For him, Lan Qingchuan will not have a gentle and obedient appearance, only a thin and hard hatred.

The woman looked at him silently, there was nothing in her pale eyeballs, just like her bloodless and cold face.

"Are you going to kill me?" Her voice was unbearably hoarse.

Gong Chiruo stopped laughing, with a pale hostility on his face, he dropped the cup on the tea table all of a sudden, it crackled, but none of the fragments fell on her feet.

The movement was naturally heard by people outside, and no one moved, but a snowball that ran in was so frightened that it barked.

"If you want to go, then go." He said with difficulty that the wound he had pulled hadn't recovered after a long time.

"Lan Qingchuan, let's go."

The moment he closed his eyes, Lan Qingchuan had already turned around.He gritted his teeth all of a sudden, feeling the unspeakable pain in his body.

He hated Lan Qingchuan's appearance the most, he loathed it to the extreme, hated it to the extreme, but he couldn't let go of it, he couldn't let it go.

She was cold, as hard as a piece of ice, hated him, was against him, and he hated her the most.

(End of this chapter)