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

Chapter 1912 Ultimate Plan (18)

As he walked forward, there was a faint smell of blood in the cold air. Mu Qian was startled, and strode forward.

Looking for this bloody smell, he ran to the last cell, and suddenly let out a shrill scream: "Ah..."

The two were startled, and immediately ran over, only to see that the door of the last cell was open.

And there was a man lying on the cold ground, his face was covered in blood, and a bloodless arm was still exposed...

Mu Qian helped the man up, and cried out sharply: "Ah... ah... um..."

This state all means that the man has lost his breath...

Nangong Jing's face darkened to the extreme, and the veins in his tightly clenched fists bulged, showing the extreme rage in his heart.

The blood on Yan Rongliang's face faded, and he was so angry that he took several deep breaths, then strode inside, squatted down and began to check, looking at his blood-stained face.

The straight eyebrows and Jian Junxi's thick eyebrows seem to be carved out of a mold, which inexplicably makes people feel distressed.
He took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, trying to help him dry the blood on his face, but the blood had already dried up...

Yan Rongliang's eyes were red uncontrollably, and he choked up and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm still a step late..."

"Ah... woo woo..." Hearing this, Mu Qian couldn't help but cry.

It was totally unacceptable, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him desperately, as if the only way to shake him alive was by doing so.

Yan Rongliang noticed that his eyelids were sunken, and when he opened them, his heart felt like a knife was piercing him.

Because, a pair of his eyeballs had been gouged out, and he picked up the half of the exposed arm, which was pale and dry, and there were still many bruises and pinholes in the veins in the middle.

Is it poisoning?
"Ahh..." Mu Qian pushed him twice, pointed to the blood stains on his face, and wrote a few words in the air, "I was taken away..."

Yan Rongliang froze, could it be that someone drained all the blood from his body to death...

There seemed to be thorns passing through his heart, and when he thought of the man above who had just had an operation, he gritted his teeth angrily and shouted: "Huangfu Zhiyuan, I will absolutely tear you to pieces!"

"Woooooo..." Mu Qian cried even more like weeping, that desolate cry was like the saddest tune, which made Ruan Ji despair.

For a moment, the cold air was condensed with a strong sadness.

Regret is like a ferocious tide, growing rapidly in Nangong Jing's heart, the loose fist clenched and then loosened, repeated three times
He took a deep breath, adjusted his anger, walked in slowly, looked at the prison wall, and lifted the quilt on the bed that was almost smelly
Finding nothing, the man handed a tissue in mid-air and said respectfully, "Master, wipe your hands!"

Nangong Jing's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. After taking it, she wiped her fingers while looking at Mu Chuge who was already dead.

"Judging from the degree of stiffness of the corpse and the spots on the corpse, the time of death did not exceed twelve hours, so it should have been done in the early morning..."

After checking for a while, Yan Rongliang said with regret.

Nangong Jing's hostility was rampant, especially when she saw the eating pots on the ground, as if she was feeding a dog.
The whole person seemed to be possessed by a devil, and he kicked the basin and flew out.

"Kang Dang..." The iron basin hit the wall, echoing clearly in this quiet and eerie basement.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...ah..." mu qian hugged mu chuge and collapsed, as if the sky had fallen, tears of grief could not stop sliding out of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)