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Chapter 211

Su Mumu lay on the ground and couldn't get up anymore. Her mouth smelled of blood, her nose was bleeding, not to mention her abdomen, if she could die now, that would be fine.

Seeing that Su Mumu hadn't moved, Min Shengjing walked over, knelt down beside her, reached out and grabbed her hair, lifted it up, turned her face to him, and watched her blood stained and about to fall into a coma , he frowned: "Don't play dead for me!"

"You...you can do whatever you want, anyway, I... have died once..." Su Mumu opened his mouth for a long time before uttering this sentence, his eyes were getting darker and darker.

"You speak so forcefully. Looking at you like this, I don't even bother to do anything to you. I'd better find your old friend for fun." Min Chengjing sneered.

Upon hearing this, Su Mumu slightly opened his eyes, which were about to be closed, but finally closed them weakly.

"Bitch!" Seeing Su Mumu's reaction, Min Chengjing felt even more angry, cursed involuntarily, and grabbed her hair with his hands.

Su Mumu grinned in pain, as if his scalp was about to be ripped off.

"It's a waste for a woman like you to live. You can just fend for yourself. If you're lucky, you'll last until my mother comes back. If you're not, you'll go to hell early and wait for your old friend to go." Min Chengjing said fiercely, and let go He cut Su Mumu's hair, stuck the knife in her face, and stood up.

Min Chengjing didn't look at Su Mumu again, turned around and left, the door was opened and closed by him forcefully.

As soon as the person left, there was no sound in the room, and the lights were automatically turned off. No matter how hard I tried, the moonlight outside the window could not penetrate the thick and overlapping curtains.

The smell of blood in the room is getting stronger, and the sound of breathing is getting weaker...

Not long after the room returned to silence, the door was opened again, and a tall figure walked in. After looking at the woman whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker on the ground, he squatted down and picked up the dying woman.

After putting the woman on the bed, he took off the woman's clothes. The wound on the abdomen had already been opened, and the blood had stained the gauze all red. He frowned for a while, and then pressed the emergency bell next to him. Then he glanced at the woman again, got up and left...

(End of this chapter)