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Chapter 382 Yang Anran's Cruelty
Chapter 380: Yang Anran's Cruelty

Yang Anmin's face was blue and white one after another, but it's just that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon of Huaishu Academy, and most of them are noble sons and daughters from prominent families.

With just the opponent's move, Yang Anmin knew that the strength of the opponent was beyond his own ability.

Suppressing the unwillingness in his heart, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Yang Anxue who was kneeling on the ground with her head bowed.

Stepping forward was a 'slap' slap.

Only now did the sense of shame in my heart disappear.

It's just that the woman kneeling on the ground raised her face and looked straight at Yang Anmin. There was no emotion in her eyes, but she felt creepy when she met her.

Yang Anmin felt apprehensive for a while, but then even greater anger surged into her heart.

whisper
"What are you looking at?! It's just a dispensable existence of our Yang family. If you want your good mother to live for two more days, you can bear it for me."

An Ran frowned slightly, really annoying.

If you want to teach someone a lesson, that's fine, can you stay away from her? !
He turned over to the right so that half of his outline was exposed, and Yang Anxue, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at him.

Yang Anxue knelt on the ground, staring at the woman lying on the rock with half of her face accidentally exposed.

The more you look at it, the more familiar it looks. It was following the movement, but it also floated over, and the hair sticking to the face was blown to the side of the body by the breeze.

There was a flash in his eyes, it was her.

Perhaps it was Yang Anxue's sideways gaze that caused Yang Anmin to feel contemptuous of being ignored.

A fierce look flashed across his face, he bent down and grabbed Yang Anxue's hair fiercely.

Gritting teeth, making a high-pitched voice

"Yang Anxue, I think you are toasting and not eating or drinking. I thought you were not the same as that bitch who had a mother but not a mother, but now it seems that you are the same thing."

Yang Anmin was so angry that he lost his mind.

Saying that, he glanced over.

She wants to see if there is any special place that can make this cheap hoof lose his soul.

Seeing this, her gaze was taken aback for a moment. After thinking for a long time, Yang Anmin's face was very gloomy.Word by word squeezed out from between the teeth

"Who am I to make you look so fascinated? It turns out that I was right. It really is the same breed."

As for the low hoofs that were born by mothers but not raised by mothers, it was Yang Anran.

Even across a big rock, An Ran could still feel the strong and hateful gaze.

The smile on his lips faded a little.

It's just that his eyes are still tightly closed, and he doesn't want to look back at all.

When Yang Anmin caught Yang Anran, she didn't care much about the little Xiami who was venting her anger in her hands. Xu was too eager to deal with Yang Anran, so that she forgot the nine-section whip that Anran caught with her bare hands just now.

Let go of Yang Anxue, quickly bypass the trees and bushes, and stand opposite Yang Anran.

Every time, as soon as she saw Yang Anran's indifferent look, she would get angry and wish to tear Yang Anran's face apart.

Obviously she is just a scoundrel born of a lowly concubine, and when she saw her before, she looked terribly frightened and extremely weak. I don't know when that bastard, who has been ignored by her, dared to openly resist her!

However, a bastard is a bastard, and even living a life of rich clothes and good food still can't change the humbleness exuding from her bones.

With disdain on his face, he sarcastically said
"Who am I? It's you."

An Ran's eyes were closed, and her movements did not change because of the person coming.

Just a slight answer

"kindness"

Such an indifferent appearance made Yang Anmin's heart burn even more.

To the point of losing all reason.

The long whip was already tightly held in his hand, exuding fiery red light, he swung it twice in the air, and with a piercing sound, hit An Ran fiercely at An Ran who was lying on the stone.

The expression on his face was almost distorted,

"Yang Anran, I'm going to scratch your face!"

That look of ignoring her really drove Yang Anmin to the extreme.

The long whip danced like a giant fiery red snake roaring towards him. An Ran moved her body slightly, and finally opened her eyes, her eyes were cold, she turned sideways and stood up.

The long whip slapped on the boulder, leaving a deep mark.

Stone chips flew with the long whip and filled the air.

An Ran dodged to the side lightly, but when her feet landed on the ground, she felt a faint tingling pain from her ankles, and she frowned slightly, but it disappeared in an instant.

Immediately following Yang Anmin's successive attacks towards An Ran, An Ran dodged them one by one.

But when the whip was about to be withdrawn for the last time, An Ran grabbed it with his left hand again.

This time, he didn't let Yang Anmin go as easily as before.

A faint smile was drawn on the corner of An Ran's lips, but a cold light flashed in his eyes
"It's just the beginning of cultivating a king, but he dares to be presumptuous. It seems that he is really spoiled."

Listening to An Ran's words, Yang Anmin's chest rose and fell, she didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and said what she said

"Yang Anran! Is this the way you speak to the eldest sister?! This is a bitch with a mother but not a mother. You are a coquettish rascal, and you dare to seduce Mr. Jiurui. I will scratch your face and let you Never dare to seduce a man!"

Before the words finished, the corners of An Ran's lips curled up, and disdain stained his face.

With a sudden forceful lift of his wrist, Yang Anmin moved uncontrollably in the direction of An Ran along the nine-section whip.

The two looked at each other, An Ran tilted her head, and looked at the opposite person suspiciously.

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"How dirty must your heart be to say such things to your sister?"

Throwing away the whip in his hand, he suddenly grabbed Yang Anmin's neck.

Before Yang Anmin could react, her face was already flushed, her toes were gradually dragging off the ground, and her hands kept beating the hands that were tightly pinching her neck.

intermittent way
"Let go, let me go."

An Ran didn't seem to hear it, the voice was soft but creepy
"I really want to dig out your heart to see how dark it is."

After finishing speaking, a dagger flashed in his right hand, and stuck to the right side of Yang Anmin's reddened and gradually paled face, the sharp knife penetrated deep, leaving a drop of blood along the sharp knife.

Only now did Yang Anmin realize what Yang Anran was going to do.

Hearing that Yang Anmin turned pale and resisted even harder,

"No, don't, you, you dare, Yang Anran, you dare!"

Even at such a time, Yang Anmin still did not forget to use threats to cover up his fear.

An Ran's expression was indifferent, the movement of his hands did not stop, and the wound was getting bigger and bigger.

More and more blood flowed down.

"Why don't I dare?"

It's better to act first, and let this so-called eldest sister experience what it feels like to have a scratched face.

Yang Anmin finally couldn't stand the disfigured tragedy that was about to happen, screamed with all her strength, and passed out.

(End of this chapter)