Rebirth of the Heir

Chapter 469 The Proper Devil Angel

When she woke up, it was pitch black all around.

A strong light shone down from overhead, and a basin of cold water poured on his face.

An Xinxin shuddered, her drooping head immediately moved, and she raised her head slowly, her sight suddenly touched the twisted and deformed ghost face in the interlaced light of light and dark, and she let out a scream like a slaughtered pig in an instant.

"what--"

The little mirror took off the mask like a joke, and laughed out loud.

"Hahaha……"

"Little Mirror, it's you, you bitch, let me go quickly, or I'll put you in jail!"

An Xinxin was tied to a chair, with a distraught expression on her face.

"Are you scolding me?" Little Mirror pointed to himself.

"It's you, you little bitch!"

The little mirror calmly took out a glass bottle with liquid flowing in it, and asked innocently, "Do you know what's in it?"

An Xinxin stared at the bottle in the small mirror's hand vigilantly, "That... what?"

Her intuition told her that it would not be a good thing.

"Concentrated sulfuric acid! Someone asked me to prepare it to disfigure you and make you an ugly monster!" The little mirror had a harmless smile on his face, but the words he said were very evil.

Evil with her smile.

A real demon angel.

Don't look at the little mirror who is usually harmless to humans and animals, but after following Ming Ye and his group for a long time, the hostility in his body can erupt at any time.

An Xinxin was overly frightened, and asked with a trembling voice: "Who is it, who is going to kill me?"

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Following several strange sounds in succession, a pair of high heels appeared in An Xinxin's eyes in an instant.

An Xinxin raised her head suddenly, and saw Qiao Yiren staring at her with a half-smile.

"It's me, it's me, it's me!"

Joy's red lips moved closer to An Xinxin's overly frightened face.

Like a devil, it is difficult to even breathe.

With almost one second of reaction time, An Xinxin felt a chill from his spine.

She has seen the methods of the Joy people.

This woman is full of scheming, vicious and cunning, and she has too many vendettas with the Joeys to settle.

It was a great grace that she didn't take the initiative to provoke this arrogant girl, but it was really lawless for the Joys to kidnap her in the middle of the night.

An Xinxin stared at Qiao Yiren in surprise, fear and hatred. After thinking about it in her heart, tears fell down, and she said very aggrieved: "Sister Yiren, why did you treat me like this? Did I do something wrong? Why are you treating me like this?"

"I know from the police that you asked Han Jian to go to your apartment to get a watch that night, and something happened to Han Jian when she got there. How much of it was you doing it on purpose?" Joy stood still In front of An Xinxin, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, as if she was smiling, but her eyes were cold.

An Xinxin glanced around, and found that the surroundings were quiet. Since the surroundings were too dark, she could only preliminarily judge that this place was a ruin, and the only people who kidnapped her were Joey and the small mirror.

She had heard from Han Jian in the past that the little mirror was Ming Ye's subordinate, and Ming Ye was a member of the underworld, so An Xinxin felt that the Qiaoyi people had hired the underworld member Little Mirror as a helper, and wanted to ask her about it tonight. Come on.

The insidiousness that flashed through the slightly drooping eyes became more and more intense.

An Xinxin was very silent, obviously she didn't suffer and refused to speak easily.

The Joys didn't talk nonsense to her, "Mirror, give her some color."

"Okay!" The little mirror responded crisply.

Then he took out tools for torture to extract a confession from his bag.

She worked with Aken, and learned a lot about what should be learned and what should not be learned.

Torturing to extract a confession will not trouble her.

She rummaged through the bag for a long time, and Joey was impatient with her.

The little mirror said innocently: "Miss, I don't know if I should use a flamethrower? Or should I use a heart-piercing gun?"

Very distressed.

How to solve the difficulty of choosing?
(End of this chapter)