The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Qiao Anhao was so anxious that she even slowed down her breathing. She was afraid that Zhong Su would find her, so she didn't dare to make any sound, so she kept squatting on the ground.

It felt like she was always being watched. She looked around for a week, but didn't find Zhong Su's figure, but the feeling of being watched was always with her.

Standing up, An Hao was about to get rid of this uneasy feeling and go down from the roof, but she looked up.

Zhong Su was standing on the small building that was the only entrance and exit on the stage that day, looking at him, his dark eyes were fixed on him, full of malice and ridicule, and the gun in his hand was pointed straight at her.

The fear instantly spread to her heart, and the invisible killing intent tightened around her, as if reminding her.

Anhao opened her mouth but couldn't make any sound. She didn't even know when Zhong Su went upstairs, so she just looked at her silently, but she didn't notice it.

Holding the short whip tightly, Anhao pursed her lips and looked up at Zhong Su, calmly said, "It seems that today either you die or I die."

Although he knew that there was no possibility of winning with Zhong Su, Anhao had been trying to escape before being arrested, or resorted to external forces, but now it was obviously impossible.

Zhong Su will not be fooled for the third time either.

Flicking the short whip, Anhao took a deep breath, and then passed by the side in an instant, but Zhong Su turned over directly, and the knife slashed past Qiao Anhao's neck, and there was another bloodstain immediately.

Anhao was so frightened that she stopped, stepped back, and swung the long whip in her hand. Zhong Su stretched out her leg and kicked over Anhao's wrist, causing her to let go of the pain.

The short whip was received by Zhong Su, An Hao was not afraid, and reached out to grab it, but only held the tail of the whip.

Zhong Su unceremoniously stretched out his hand and kicked Qiao Anhao's stomach, kicking her to the ground. The barb on the top of the whip was covered with flesh and blood, which looked chilly and frightening.

Anhao avoided being kicked straight, and lay limp on the ground, his palms were torn apart, and the barb had drawn four or five bloodstains on it, and blood flowed out instantly, staining the whole body red. palm.

With a flick of the short whip, he wiped off the blood and pinned it on his waist. He walked up to Qiao Anhao and saw that Qiao Anhao's curvy willow eyebrows were already frowning, and his face was pale.

Tilting his head and looking at Qiao Anhao's delicate face, he pulled him up without the slightest hesitation.

An Hao stretched out her hand to push him away, she couldn't hide the hostility in her eyes, gritted her teeth and stepped on Zhong Su's instep, but Zhong Su didn't respond at all, just stretched out her hand to press her above the wound.

The pain that seemed to go deep into the soul spread from his back, so painful that Qiao Anhao's legs went limp, and he almost screamed out.

"Qiao Anhao, don't be skinny, I always have a way to convince you." Zhong Su's finger was still pressing on the wound on Qiao Anhao's back. He knew how to torture people, so he pressed on her wound again and again. above.

The Ling Chi-like pain came over and over again, making Anhao almost untenable. She was already feeling weaker now, who was already physically uncomfortable. She gritted her teeth and looked at Zhong Su, but there was no sign of surrender in her eyes. mean.