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

He had no choice but to step back, his unblinking eyes swept across Situ Yan lightly, and he thought about how to break this situation.

However, the next moment, he felt that his palm was wet. It was Qiao Anhao's tears, which made his heart ache for a moment.

"Lu Yicheng, let go." Qiao Anhao's voice was stained with tears.

"Anhao, don't look." Lu Yisheng's voice was very gentle, but to Qiao Anhao at this moment, it seemed so cruel, because it was her own sister who was not being bullied by anyone else.

Her eyelashes brushed against Lu Yisheng's palm, and her tone was cold, "Lu Yicheng, if something happens to my sister, I don't want you anymore, and we will never be together again. So, let go of your hand."

Lu Yicheng's body froze, a trace of loneliness and injury appeared in his eyes, and then he let go of the hand covering Qiao Anhao's eyes.

Feeling that Situ Yan's teeth had been inserted into the flesh, the pain made her a little unbearable, but she just looked at him coldly, as if she didn't bear all this.

Xiao Qi wanted to step forward to stop her, but she couldn't exert any strength on her body at all. She could only look at Wen Liang, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

Last night, Situ Yan's men smashed all the bones in her knee joints, so Situ Yan put her in the guest's seat so reassuringly, just to threaten Wenliang now.

She looked at Wen Liang sadly, and wanted to stand up, but the broken joints did not allow it, and a burst of severe pain stopped her, and finally she fell directly from the chair.

Falling into the pool of blood, looking up at Wen Liang in a state of embarrassment, he tried his best to smile, and said hoarsely, "Patriarch, Xiaoqi is not worth it. It is Xiaoqi's honor and responsibility to be able to share the responsibility for Patriarch and Second Miss. .”

Now she is almost a useless person, but she cannot cause Wen Liang and Qiao Anhao to fall into such a coerced situation because of her existence.

Wen Liang pursed her lips and smiled, tears rolled down her eyes, she shook her head, "Xiao Qi, you are my sister. Why is it not worth it?"

Qiao Anhao watched this scene with gritted teeth, and stared at Situ Yan. He was touching the blood on his lips at the moment, and the tip of his tongue lightly licked the blood-stained fingertips.

Staring at them with contemptuous eyes, he stepped on Xiao Qi's hand, his indifference was outrageous.

"Situ Yan, you will suffer retribution!" Qiao Anhao gritted her teeth, never had anyone she could hate so much.

And Xiao Qi laughed out loud, as if he couldn't feel the pain, instead he spit on Situ Yan's shoe, "Bah!"

Situ Yan lowered his head and stared at the drool on his shoes, his expression instantly became terrifying. He squatted down and covered Xiao Qi's mouth, and slid his fingers into Xiao Qi's mouth.

Immediately, a piece of blood dripping meat fell out of Xiao Qi's mouth, and the scene made one's scalp tingle.

Wen Liang went crazy at that moment, she rushed towards Situ Yan regardless of her injuries, but this time Situ Yan's blade hit Xiao Qi's neck.

"Wen Liang, don't move." Situ Yan smiled evilly, the blade gently cut through Xiao Qi's skin, soaking light blood, Xiao Qi opened his bloody mouth.

Then he slid her own neck with the sharp blade, and Situ Yan, who was so fast, didn't even react. Blood gushed out from the wound, and she fell limp to the ground.