He wanted to stand up and run away, but his legs, which had been shot four times in a row, refused to obey any of his orders.
No matter how hard he tried to stand up, his legs still couldn't move.
Cheng Ji looked at Song Qingyou in horror, his voice trembling and full of fear.
"What are you going to do, what are you going to do?"
Cheng Ji has been with Mo Jue for so many years and has never seen any cruel and bloody scenes, but he has never seen a woman who can make people feel so scared.
Song Qingyou's facial features were picturesque, and his whole body clearly carried a gentle and scholarly aura.
But at this moment, she had an enigmatic smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were like endless abyss, with a terrifying madness, and her whole person was like a devil coming out of hell, with cruelty and ruthlessness that destroyed everything. .
Seeing Cheng Ji with a face full of fear in front of him, Song Qingyou's picturesque face slowly revealed a cruel and satisfied smile.
She slowly knelt down, pulled out the dagger from Cheng Ji's waist, and stared intently at the trembling man in front of her, the sharp tip of the knife lingering on his frightened face.
From the center of his eyebrows, it slowly moved to his face, and finally touched the artery in his neck.
"I just said, you'd better kill me, otherwise, I will definitely let you die without a burial place."
After Song Qingyou finished speaking, he couldn't help frowning and asked with some distress.
"Tell me, where should I start?"
The cold and sharp tip of the knife and the erratic sound made Cheng Ji's face turn pale.
He looked at Song Qingyou with fearful eyes and begged with a trembling voice.
"Let me go, please let me go.
As long as you let me go, I will take you to see Sir Alex immediately.
Sir Sir asked me to do this.
He asked me to do this.
I just followed orders."
That’s all.”
Hearing this, Song Qingyou sneered and looked at Cheng Ji in surprise.
"Now you know how to beg me.
That's not what you said when I begged you to save Guan Qing.
I remember you said that you would only consider saving Lu Jingchen if he knelt in front of you.
Why are you begging now?
Me" After Song Qingyou finished speaking, he shook his head with some dissatisfaction.
"I've always hated people who talk too much.
Since you don't know where to start, I'll just depend on my mood."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp blade penetrated directly into Cheng Ji's thigh.
The location where the dagger was inserted was exactly the same as the location of the wound on Ye Guanqing's leg.
"ah" The heartbreaking pain made Cheng Ji scream in agony.
The sound coming from her ears made Song Qingyou curl her lips in satisfaction.
"I've never thought that people's screams sound so good.
It hurts, doesn't it?
It just hurts."
Song Qingyou had always tolerated it as long as she could, even if sometimes others took the initiative to provoke her, as long as it was something innocuous, and she had never taken the initiative to retaliate against others.
But now, as soon as she thinks about Ye Guanqing, who was obviously still fine, but fell alive in front of her, the darkness and hatred in her heart suddenly surged up.
Now, whether in her mind or in her heart, she only had the urge to cut Cheng Ji into pieces and the thought of revenge for Ye Guanqing.
"Devil, you devil" Looking at the cruel and cold Song Qingyou in front of him, Cheng Ji couldn't help but scream in fear.
Hearing this, Song Qingyou just raised his eyebrows lightly, and the strength in his hand increased instead of decreasing.
Looking at the dagger that kept sinking into Cheng Ji's thigh, Song Qingyou asked casually.
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