Chapter 312 You, Damn
The night is already deep.

Under the dark moonlight, a yellow and blue taxi stopped in front of the First Affiliated Hospital of Baicheng Medical University.

With a bang, the car door closed.

After the little girl got off the back seat, the driver stepped on the accelerator and ran away without looking back!
So fucking scary!

She is obviously a white, clean, pink and tender girl who is like a soft dumpling!Why is it so murderous, it's eerie as if it's going to kill someone!

I don't know what was said on the phone call.She was still smiling at first, but then...

Do you want to call the police?

There is always a feeling of dying?
Forget it, it's a hospital anyway, people will die!
After getting out of the car, the little girl really walked into the hospital.

Wearing a red dress, the red is extremely eye-catching.

Even though it's Chinese New Year's Eve, it's normal to dress like this.But in a place like a hospital, where everyone is plain, she looks even weirder.

Wearing a red cloak hat on his head, neat bangs, a pair of flamboyant peach blossom eyes, clearly revealing a cold killing intent.

This eerie feeling made people who passed by her in the hospital involuntarily shy away.

She didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that if she was not careful, she would be stared at by her like a ghost.

'Ding--'

The elevator door opened, the little girl walked in, and directly bumped into the person who came out of it...

A bewitching red color appeared in front of Wen Qing's eyes. He frowned slightly, and before he could see that face clearly, his body slammed into the silver elevator car hard.

In the next second, he felt his throat was suffocated, and he couldn't even breathe.

Outside the elevator, there are people who are about to come in.

But after a gloomy 'roll', no one dared to go in.

After the elevator was closed again, the little girl in red grabbed his neck with one hand and pressed down on the third basement floor with the other.

Wen Qing was having difficulty breathing.

He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, but he was held up in the air by a slender and weak arm, and he couldn't break free even with both hands and feet.

His right arm was holding on, and he couldn't use his strength...

"you you you……"

Except for this word, Wen Qing, whose face was flushed, couldn't say a word.

"You, damn it."

The pair of jet-black pupils that pervaded the entire pupil reappeared.

Yesterday he blurted out that Lao Qi was going to die, and she was like that, pinching off his right hand with a sullen look on her face!
Wen Qing panicked!
He was well aware of the horror of this lunatic, so he raised his foot and kicked her chest with all his strength.

However, she suddenly let go.

Wen Qing didn't have time to retract her raised leg, so she split a fork directly in the elevator.

The pain caused him to yell: "Ah—crazy! You are a fucking lunatic! If you dare to hurt my seventh son, you will never..."

"You have no right to mention him."

The little girl stepped forward and stepped on Wen Qing's right arm, which was obviously broken, but she still tried to support herself as if she was fine.

"Ahhh-"

The heart-piercing cry of pain echoed especially harshly in the narrow elevator.

The little girl's bright red lips were slightly raised, with a mischievous smile: "I didn't use any force, does it hurt?"

She obviously has a smiling expression, but to Wen Qing at this moment, she is simply a devil!
The feet in the big-toed leather shoes twisted, and stepped on Wen Qing's severed arm with seven points of strength.

With a 'click' sound, the arm that was just connected was broken again...

(End of this chapter)

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