When An Qing said this, Nancheng suddenly felt guilty that he had been seen through.
With a stiff face, he tried to force out a smile that seemed far-fetched and said: "How could I?
I'm still a student.
Not so many ideas” "There is no best.
As long as you pay back the money, I won't care about you that much."
An Qing glanced at Nancheng's hands that were shaking slightly due to nervousness, shrugged, and acted like I was easy to talk to.
"Wait for me to get you the money."
Nancheng pretended to be calm and tugged on the bag on his back.
In fact, his hand reached into the grass where he had hidden the knife.
He thought he was blocking it with the bag and the darkness of the night.
Covering up, An Qing wouldn't notice him, but he didn't want An Qing to already have his sights set on him from the moment he stretched out his hand.
"Look, this is the money I paid back to you."
Nancheng drew the knife with one hand and took out the disguised money from the bag with the other hand.
His purpose was to wait for An Qing to look down at the money before he was attacked directly.
After the last stab, he felt that even if An Qing survived, half of his life would be gone, and he would no longer be able to fight against him.
He no longer considered what An Qing said about leaving all the remittance documents in the hands of others.
After all, if he couldn't overcome the current difficulties, he would have no chance to talk about the future.
The money disguised by Nancheng was wrapped in newspapers.
He watched An Qing take the money, but he didn't move for a long time.
He was a little anxious and a little scared.
He tried to be calm: "Please count the money a little bit." , I don’t care if it’s missing.”
"Okay, let's see, I'll see now."
An Qing knew that Nancheng was in a hurry.
She lowered her head slightly, seemingly concentrating, but in fact she had been looking at Nancheng from the corner of her eyes.
When Nancheng's hand flashed with cold light, She shook the newspaper away violently, and the paper scraps flying in the sky confused Nancheng's eyes.
She hurriedly dropped the knife, but it was in vain.
"Nancheng, is this the money you want to repay?
This is what you said.
You don't have any plans.
You obviously want to kill me."
An Qing stood not far away and looked at Nancheng and said with certainty.
Seeing that his purpose had been exposed, Nancheng knew that it was impossible to try to surprise him again.
He looked at An Qing fiercely and said, "You didn't force me to be like this.
If you were honest and didn't have so many things, I would How could he be forced into such a situation again?”
"I force you, do I force you to spend my money?
If you don't want to spend it, you can refuse, you can drop out of school and go to work, you can have 11,100,000 choices, but you have no choice, you just think Why do you have a future, and then how can you use me?"
An Qing is not surprised at all that Nancheng has such a theory.
After all, if Nancheng is a conscientious person, or anyone with any conscience at all, he will not do this.
The act of selling the original owner "I study well, and I will have a future in the future.
Do you want me to just let this opportunity slip by?
Wouldn't that be a fool?"
Nancheng said, narrowing his eyes, and ran towards Anqing quickly, but he still To continue the murder just now An Qing didn't hide this time, she just stood there.
Nancheng thought An Qing was frightened, and with a ferocious smile on his face, he shouted: "You brought this on yourself, you can't blame me" with the knife in his hand It fell down again.
The expected blood splatter did not happen.
An Qing grabbed Nancheng's wrist holding the knife with one hand.
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With a strong force, the knife fell to the ground.
Then she made a big back move and Nancheng was thrown to the ground.
The pain all over his body made Nancheng know that the scene just now was not a dream.
He looked at An Qing who was standing above him with his feet in horror, watching the sharp knife he sharpened being held in An Qing's hand.
Trembling all over, he yelled like a coward: "No, don't kill me." tgt ttrgt: