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Dr. Claire looks flustered. The experts behind him dare not speak and look at each other? Their eyes were full of panic. They were all frightened. They were all around talking about something, but now he scattered, busy and respectfully listened to the news.

The villa on the top of the mountain is not commonly used. As far as he knows, they are all busy working for the poison on Meng lianling. Who are the people below? Whose voice is so shrill?

"Second childe..."

"Open the door!" Ink? The cold sound is scattered in the air full of liquid medicine smell. Dr. Claire hesitates? Sneer, sneer at the corners of his lips, "Mr. Clare, don't let me say it a second time."

Hearing the anger in his voice, Claire sighs and opens the door for him. After all, he can't hide it. Except Mo ye, who can stop the ink of his own way? . another hoarse cry came, which was more heavy than just now, Mo? There was an ominous premonition that he went down the steps with a gloomy face.

He was surprised by the people below.

Ink? Surprised, purple eyes wide open, inside the woman frantically slapped glass door, crazy and violent, long hair disordered, blood on the body, eyes covered with blood, the whole person is thin almost only skin and bone, can not see her once beautiful. She slapped wildly and despairingly. The glass door was bloodstained, and her facial features were twisted with anguish.

This scene, his heart is cold, Rao is such a cold man, the bottom of his heart can not help but move the people of compassion, but more, is shocked.

Eleven?

How?

To tell the truth, he did not recognize her at the first sight, and no one would recognize her with her face. Although she was thin and deformed, she could not be recognized until her facial features were still in shape.

He didn't recognize that he had never thought that the proud woman would be in such a mess at the moment.

"Claire Ink? He was alone in the dungeon, and his anger soared in the cold air.

What did they do to her?

What ye Wei dreamed of was all real.

"Ah..." Eleven crazy scream, eyes bloodshot to the ink? "Moye, let me out, let me out..."

Ink? Enter the password, open the glass door, eleven crazy rushed to him, boxing on the fight, Mo? Frowning and clasping her arm, after days of struggle, she had little strength left and no attack power. Ink? It's very easy to hold her. If she had been beaten like this, it was not ye Wei. He would have broken her arm with his backhand. At the moment, I don't know whether he moved his compassion or loved his wife and his dog. He didn't do that. He just skillfully circled her hand and restrained her body.

She looks like crazy, and she also has a peculiar smell. She has not washed her hair for many days. Her hair is messy and dry, like withered grass. Her face is even more difficult to see. Her clothes are full of blood, old and new. This smell, with the smell of liquid medicine, and mixed with the smell of blood, extremely bad smell, how disgusting, ink? Frown, heavy eyes, looking at this he is not familiar with the woman.

She and ye Wei are not as bright and eye-catching as ye Wei. They are a very harmonious combination. One is sharp and the other is tolerant and restrained. Their temperament is quite different. Most people will pay attention to Ye Wei and ignore him. From the beginning, she gave him the impression that he was a good sister of Ye Wei.

The only time she was more impressed was that she chased Mo ye and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at him. He only saw her meditating in the distance. She had a chance to destroy their actions in a city. She missed the opportunity because of a moment's hesitation.

Mo ye asked him who the woman was, and he said eleven.

Mo ye said, strange woman.

He did not know where he said the strange, and did not ask, but his brother seemed to be a little different to her. He always knew that Mo Ye liked Meng lianling. He thought he had a conquering heart for the new woman. A woman who could attract his brother's attention was his deepest impression on the 11th National Day.

But why did she become like this?

Like human, not human.

Like a ghost, not a ghost.

Brother, what are you doing?

What she suffered seemed to be inhuman torture.

Eleven struggle, suddenly one hand tightly grabbed his collar, bloodshot eyes with sadness and deep hatred, "Mo ye, why? Why do you do this to me? "

Claire at the top was shocked. It was the first time she spoke to people in all the days except crying. She asked again and again, why?

This voice, sad still with her hard and proud bone.

"Am I Mo?" Ink? He frowned and put his hand over her eyes and said, "I am ink?"

Eleven waved his hand, had not touched the temperature of the human body for a long time. When those people injected her with poison, they all wore gloves. Their eyes were cold, even their bodies were cold. Eleven's mind seemed to recover.

She loosened the ink? "Wei Wei, Wei Wei?""She's fine!" Ink? Light way, he noticed that her hand is loose again, scarlet eyes have a trace of stability, his heart seems to be pulled hard, dull pain, she is like this, still care about ye Wei?

And ye Wei, unexpectedly dreamt of her suffering now.

"How could that happen?" Ink? Asked in a deep voice, "Why are they doing this to you?"

"Go away!" She vomited a word, coldly went to leave, turned back to him, physical pain makes her shiver.

Ink? Standing quietly behind her, what can he do now?

Let her go?

For a long time, there was no movement behind her. Eleven was very uncomfortable. She was suffering from physical torture. Bit by bit, she ground her water chestnut and cut her sharpness. She tried to keep happy, but she was helpless

The toxin in the body began to spread, several toxins began to play, conflict, tearing her body, giving birth to the pain of being torn muscle.

Straight to the nerve, she suddenly raised her head and roared.

"Ah..." She suddenly hard hit the glass wall, and fierce and fierce, glass wall instantly emerged blood, ink? Frowning, sensing something wrong with her, what did Clare inject her that would make her look like this?

He was surprised that the same kind of people knew the same kind of people. If people like them were not too painful to bear, they would never let themselves go crazy, nor would they show such a fragile side knowing that the enemy was around.

However, if they can not bear the pain, what kind of pain?

Ink? Just as he was about to stop him, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. Almost at the same time, he turned to the God for eleven times, Chao Mo? Crazy attack, facial features completely distorted, while playing, angry asked, "why? Why?... "

Her voice seemed to be broken. She was torn by her life. Her voice was low and deep, "Mo ye, you ungrateful thing I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you... "

Her eyes have already appeared chaos, once again ink? As Mo ye, the power of the move is not strong, the speed is not fast, but so stubborn attack, the hate in the eyes, strong and frightening.

Ink? As he dodges, he looks out of the glass door. Mo Ye has arrived. He stands outside coldly, watching eleven mistakenly recognize people and attack Mo Mo crazily? , and yelled to kill him.

Ink? Ning Mei is crazy on the national day. There is a trace of complexity in Mo Ye's cold eyes. She finally talks to him. Although she has recognized the wrong person, she never asks why he treats her like this. In this madness, she asks why.

He was said to be killed.

Kill him!

She hates him!

Yes, how could she not hate him? How could she not hate him if she tortured her like this for no reason.

"Ungrateful thing! The heart and the heart of a dog... " Eleven lost his mind, crazy shouting, every time the hand hurt himself a point, Mo? He wanted to stop her, but she grabbed the collar and hit her crazily, "ungrateful, heartless I hate I didn't kill you. "

Ink? Shocked to see the crazy 11, suddenly drink, "11, I am not Mo Ye."

"Yes, you are not. If I knew It will be like this. I would not have left you. I should have killed you Even though he exhausted his best strength, his words were very low and heavy.

Mo Ye was shocked. Should he have been killed? Why should she have killed him? She had no chance at all.

"The farmer and the snake Ha ha Why am I so stupid? " Eleven crazy smile, a slap hard to throw over, Mo? In a hurry to escape, she seemed to cry rather than cry, as sad as not sad, "I hate you!"

Ink? Unable to bear her crazy appearance, he raised his hand and was about to stun her. Mo Ye suddenly grasped his hand and threw it away, tightly clasped her shoulder. "What do you mean?"

He finally realized that there was something wrong with eleven, but how could a madman say something true? He wanted to understand what she was saying?

"I hate you, Mo ye, you'd better not let me live, otherwise Your life will be mine sooner or later. "

"What did you mean just now?" I asked Mo Ye suddenly drank.

Eleven sneered, "why do you inject poison into me?"

"What do you mean by what you just said

"Why?" Eleven asked, as if he couldn't hear him at all.

"You want to know why. OK, I'll tell you." The instability and panic in his heart made him cold and cruel, "the poison on the lotus spirit needs your blood to prepare antidote."

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