If looks could kill, An Qing felt that in just a moment, she would be riddled with holes, but she was in a very good mood: "You're not dead yet, it's because they didn't want to use it."
Are you doing experiments?"
Words with full provocation came out of An Qing's mouth softly.
"You're still alive, don't you deserve to die more?"
Ming Yuan's face turned gloomy just after hearing these words.
He knew that he was no match for that man, but he didn't have any emotion towards An Qing.
Obviously he couldn't do it.
"I'm lucky.
It didn't take long for me to be rescued.
People like you are basically useless.
Living is a waste of resources."
Mingyuan said, quietly putting a trace of spiritual power on An Qing.
An Qing herself is the owner of spiritual power.
It can be said that she is more familiar and sensitive to this power than anyone else, so even though there is only a trace, she still felt it immediately: "Why, you still want to do something evil, you are really like this He just deserves a beating."
An Qing said while punching and kicking Ming Yuan.
So rough, so direct, he didn't even give Ming Yuan a chance to react, and he was already beaten to a terrible state.
The man watched An Qing beating him, and his brows kept furrowing until An Qing was tired of beating him. , stopped moving, and his brows did not relax.
"Did I forget to say that you are mine too?"
The man looked at An Qing and said with some confusion, and kept sighing.
Ming Yuan remembered that the man had burned the chair before, holding his breath, and shouted: "Burn her, burn her, she touched me too."
An Qing didn't know what this perverted man wanted to do, so she subconsciously took a step back and looked at him warily, guarding against his sudden attack.
However, she didn't expect that the man didn't touch her, but instead condensed a gust of wind out of thin air and swept her away.
Towards Mingyuan.
"She is mine, you are not mine.
I burned the chair for you, which is already compensation.
Now of course I have to deal with you.
Do you think I'm stupid?"
The man said with a sneer.
As he spoke, he walked towards An Qing and said nothing.
Seeing his movements, he grabbed Mingyuan and hung him in the air, followed by Mingyuan's screams An Qing was slightly dazed.
Before she could calm down, her hand was held by the man: "These hands are for cooking for me.
How can I just touch those things?"
She was a little excited just now.
An Qing's mouth twitched slightly because of the man's strange words, and she had an inexplicable urge to slap him.
Blood fell on the ground drop by drop.
An Qing looked up at Ming Yuan, whose breath was getting weaker, and said with a smile: "Aren't you the most curious about this special person?
If he is dead, you have nothing to study. " "I am not interested in anything except you now."
The man glanced at Ming Yuan lightly, put him down from the air, looked at the scarred Ming Yuan, and said with great contempt.
"Then you should be more interested in him, because basically all the organs in his body were transplanted from me."
An Qing glanced at Ming Yuan, who was panting but relieved, and said very coldly.
With just these words, An Qing's hands were squeezed tightly in an instant.
The man looked into An Qing's eyes and stared at them.
Then An Qing felt dizzy and stinging, and his mental powers were instantly activated. , when she regained consciousness, she heard the man's voice saying very softly: "My name is Ling Sen." tgt ttrgt: