Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1369 Damn it, she won't let anyone go!

Because she could feel his concern between the lines, he didn't want to see her in an accident, and hoped that she could go to that place to have a look.

Taking a deep breath, the news was still like a thunderbolt to her, making her brain buzz.

She picked up the notebook and read it carefully again, her handsome face seemed to be shrouded in haze, and it became more and more gloomy.

The knuckles of the hands clutching the book turned white, and the heart was like a sea wave being swept by a hurricane, unable to calm down for a long time.

Aimless, killing for so many years, now, the goal is finally clear...

Huangfu Zhiyuan, you wait for me...

Jian Junxi exuded a murderous look all over his body, and his contemptuous lips moved slightly: "Why don't you pretend to be crazy and stupid now?"

Mu Qian was startled, took the notebook from her hand, and continued to write: "After I woke up, I smelled the fragrance of flowers, and your people told me that you saved us.

But I don't know who you are?I was also afraid that you would send us to a mental hospital, so I didn't dare to pretend anymore, and I was afraid that you were a bad person, so I told them that I couldn't write. "

Jian Junxi glanced at him indifferently, put his hands into the pockets of his trousers, remained silent for a few seconds, and continued to ask coldly, "Why didn't Huangfu Zhiyuan just kill you?"

"Even if Huangfu Zhiyuan finds the ring, he still wants the young master's tears, so the only request the young master has is that he lives, and we must live.

If we die, he will never live alone. Every month on NO.15, their people will call each other and let him hear our voices. "

After Mu Qian finished writing, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, as if he was very worried. He hasn't heard their voices in this period of time, will he be overwhelmed?

"You mean, he...is still locked in the dungeon by Huangfu Zhiyuan?"

Jian Junxi's sharp cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the words he spit out were filled with a bone-chilling chill.

Mu Qian nodded, and continued to write with red eyes: "Yes, I saw your beautiful face just now, and it felt familiar for a moment.

When you sat in front of me, I just remembered that you look a lot like Ling Weiwei, and I wondered if you might be her son.

If counted by age, maybe you are the young master's child. I was shocked and afraid, very uneasy. I never thought that you are really the young master's flesh and blood. My child, please save him! "

There was obvious blood and killing hidden in Jian Junxi's cold eyes, her heart was like a volcanic eruption, and the magma spewed out in her internal organs, her limbs and bones rushed straight.

This hatred, this hatred, I can't tell who it is for, anyway, damn it, she won't let anyone go!

Seeing her horrified expression, Mu Qian was startled, and immediately wrote: "Young master, I know, master, he is sorry for you, back then, if he had the ability, he would have been responsible for Ling Weiwei.

I know that you hate him because he caused irreparable harm to your mother, but he is also a victim. Can you save him for the sake of him being your father! "

The word 'father' made Jian Junxi feel particularly dazzling, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly opening his eyes, the cold light radiated, and his ruthless tone was like howling the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter: "The Huangfu family, where is the seclusion?"

Yuan Qian shook his head, and wrote in his notebook: "Back then, when we were arrested, we were blindfolded, and when I came out of that place, I was already blind.

I just remember the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, rustling. What is certain is that there are trees all around. It feels like the Mu family, living in the woods. "

(End of this chapter)