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Chapter 383 The So-Called Yang Family 3
Chapter 380 IX The So-Called Yang Family 3
Seeing her appearance, An Ran couldn't help but click her tongue.

There was only a cut in the face, and he fainted from fright.

Throwing away the sharp knife in his hand, the person in his hand was also thrown on the ground by An Ran like trash.

The blood that flowed from the wound on Yang Anmin's face stained his face, and it was quite scary to look at it suddenly.

But when An Ran's right hand just dropped the dagger, if you look carefully, you will find that it automatically fell to the side as if it was weak.

Yang Anxue, who was kneeling on the ground, got up at some point.

Standing in front of An Ran, her voice was crisp and clear, even though she had just experienced that, she was still elegant, and her courage was many times stronger than that of Yang Anmin who had fainted on the ground.

"Thank you"

An Ran glanced at the woman, with a slight smile on her lips, and said indifferently.

"Not for you."

Yang Anxue nodded and said nothing more.

Staying in the Yang family for so long, not only made her more forbearing, but also knew how to examine the current situation.

Just like now.

An Ran's gaze did not focus on the two of them at all.

Looking at the end of the trail from time to time, it seems to be waiting.

Yang Anxue said softly

"If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

An Ran raised her eyebrows, and now her eyes really focused on the calm woman opposite.

Although she didn't see what happened to the two of them just now, An Ran heard those words.

Turning his head, he pointed at Yang Anmin who was fainted from fright.

But if this kind of thing is placed on anyone, how can you easily let go of someone who is stepping on his own dignity and laughing at it?
If it was An Ran, why not take advantage of the fainting of the enemy and stab the enemy twice to relieve his anger? !

Although she didn't speak, Yang Anxue still understood what An Ran meant.

shook his head, said

"I will ask for mercy and come back." There is no rush now.

An Ran nodded, not caring.

It has nothing to do with her how other people behave and how they want to take revenge.Even if this person is her half-sister.

At this time, at the end of the path, a figure appeared.

She was dressed in a light purple robe, embroidered with mysterious patterns, her black hair was loosely gathered behind her back, and her face was indifferent and rigid. Even if she put away all her aura, she still gave off an indescribable sense of oppression.

The speed of that figure was very fast, but within a few breaths, it had already appeared in front of An Ran.

Before he could react, his waist tightened, and An Ran entered a familiar and firm embrace.

The black eyes scanned around and took the scene into his eyes.

indifferent voice
"gone."

The moment An Ran saw his figure, the corners of her lips were already split.

Now being embraced by that person, An Ranna's left hand subconsciously grabbed the light purple robe.

smiling way
"it is good"

Yang Anxue was already shocked by Jimo Qingcang's appearance.

Even though he put away all his killing momentum.

But it still made her feel that this person was very powerful.

Watching the figures of the two slowly leave.

Thoughts flashed across Yang Anxue's eyes.

An Ran was held tightly in Jimo Qingcang's arms.

Before he took two steps, his black eyes lightly swept across An Ran's ankles, and then landed on An Ran's right wrist.

The weakly hanging wrist made the dark eyes roll with waves.

Uh... found out.

An Ran chuckled, trying to cover up.

Before she could make a move, someone hugged her by the waist.

The left hand subconsciously hugged the man's neck.

Facing Qing Cang's eyes.

"Well, it's actually fine. It's just tired."

As she spoke, An Ran raised her right hand as a gesture.

Jimo Qingcang pursed his lips and responded indifferently
"kindness"

Immediately, the smile on the corners of his lips deepened, and he didn't care if anyone would see him, leaning majestically on that person's chest.

After thinking for a long time, An Ran still couldn't help saying

"Qingcang, I feel that I seem to be a little more cruel than before."

Not only has he become ferocious, but his heart has become harder and more indifferent.

Even at that moment just now, she felt that her blood was cold.

When did it start?

When Dongfang Ji broke his hamstring?

It seems that since then, the blood has drained dry.

The blood created in the bones is cold.

Just like facing Yang Anmin, he just felt noisy and wanted her to shut up.

She couldn't do any harm to herself, at most she just took advantage of her lips.

But she, even without blinking, scratched that face.

She is even more vengeful.Even more ruthless.

Facing Yang Anxue, it stands to reason that compared to Yang Anmin, she treated him very well.

And when she heard their voices, she knew that Yang Anxue was there.

But An Ran didn't intend to help.

What does it matter to her?
So she was allowed to be bullied by Yang Anmin.

Jimo Qingcang lowered his head and met An Ran's gaze.

just a faint way
"stupid"

An Ran blinked.

Immediately afterwards, Jimo Qingcang continued,

"you are mine."

He didn't hide at all, his exclusive and domineering thoughts.

No matter what it becomes, it's either cold-blooded or brutal.

You are mine and no one can change you.

Suddenly she thought of something.

I glanced at this man with a cold face.

She even said to a man who has killed countless people and stepped on other people's bones to this day, I seem to be a little cruel.

Tsk, her man has been extremely cruel since the very beginning.

After a few days, An Ran found that her two legs should be well maintained.

In case she really messes with herself in the future, then she really has no place to cry.

Early the next morning, Gongyi appeared in front of An Ran.

An Ran blinked, stretched out her hand and pulled Gongyi to her side, unceremoniously used her as a crutch, and moved her to the seat bit by bit.

The right hand was bandaged into a steamed bun by someone again.

The whole hand was wrapped in gauze.

"My Miss Gongyi, why don't you have the time to condescend?"

After An Ran's words fell, she felt that the hand that was wrapped into a steamed bun was pinched, and poked curiously.

She gasped, and hurriedly freed her hand, protecting it in her arms.

A sneer flashed across Gongyi's expressionless face

"Going out for a trip, I was really disabled. When Xia Bing told me, I still didn't believe it."

So, those touches just now were to prove that she was really hurt and not just pretending.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart.

This woman with a bad stomach, why worry about her.

Those who opposed her must be tidied up.

An Ran groaned and looked behind her.

Make sure she came by herself.

(End of this chapter)