chapter186

Yan Qiuyi's eyes were cold, and she held the glass fragments on the light bulb tightly in her hand, pressing them tightly against Sheng Guangxuan's neck.?                                                                                                          �

The blood on his hands was mixed with the blood oozing out of Sheng Guangxuan's neck, flowing down little by little.

She used all her strength to suppress Sheng Guangxuan, and her voice was hoarse and low.

Yan Qiuyi repeated, "My life...no one is qualified to design it!"

Especially you, Sheng Guangxuan.

It is undeniable that when all the memories are remembered, she is still affected by the anger of her previous life - and this is even mixed with a lot of fear of Sheng Guangxuan's vicious methods.

However, scenes of the current world flashed back like movies in my mind, and Yan Qiuyi's anger increased little by little.

***

Yan Xialiang, who had almost destroyed all futures and futures, Yan Zhengze, who had recovered from illness, and even Xia Qiu, who was angry when his heart was not good, was basically not good for her. Sheng Guangxuan really did everything he could to do, and he would not give up until he achieved his goal. Standing in the corridor of the hospital, watching the lights hanging from the ceiling, which looked clearly extinguished, it was so cold, she thought.

All her accumulated confidence was defeated. She walked out of the hospital, sat on the roadside, and sat quietly. The night in Australia was as quiet as in H City. She sat quietly, from the night falling to the day approaching, watching the street lights on the street breaking one by one, and a trace of white fish belly appeared in the east.

The sky is slowly dyed with magnificent colors.

He pulled the corners of his stiff mouth, and his head was wet with dew. Yan Qiuyi didn't care, and her legs were already numb. She staggered into the ward.

Yan Xialiang leaned against the window in a wheelchair, with a blanket on his knees. When he heard footsteps, he didn't raise his head, "You go." He looked at the bright red flowers blooming by the window, as if he had forgotten what he had just said, and his tone said again without any fluctuations, "You go."

Yan Qiuyi, who was holding a bag of food in her hand, felt stiff. She smiled and placed the food on the bedside table, "What did you say?"

Yan Xialiang looked back at her and repeated word by word, "I said, you go."

"I..." Yan Qiuyi had just finished speaking, and heard a 'wa' sound. Her body trembled slightly. A flowerpot fell at her feet, and the soil scattered all over the ground was splashing everywhere, and the flowers blooming were exposed from the soil and dying.

"Get out." Yan Xialiang's tone was gone, as if he was just saying ordinary facts.

Her younger brother - who was raising her brother who was born from the mother's body in the middle of the *** to grow up with a stuttering, but she was bullied and the first brother who came forward to fight desperately. She said jealousy, but was silently caring for her brother, and said to her seriously, "Get out," and her eyes cast a cold hatred that made her frightened.

“…The possibility of standing up in the future is less than 0.1%”

The words suddenly appeared in her mind, and she took two steps back with a pale face, supporting her shaky body, she took out a bank card from her bag and placed it on the bedside table, "The password is your birthday."

After saying that, he showed a smile that was even worse than crying, and he walked out of the door in a panic and ran into the girl who was alarmed by the sound. It seemed that he had been standing outside for a while. Seeing Yan Qiuyi coming out, a complex feeling of embarrassment and sympathy suddenly appeared on his face.

"Sister, don't be too sad, Xia Liang just..." The girl held Yan Qiuyi's arm, as if comforting and sympathizing.

"Niannian. I, I..." Yan Qiuyi knew this girl. She was from a very good family and always liked Yan Xialiang. Yan Xialiang also had a good sense of her. Since Yan Xialiang had an accident, this kind-hearted girl has been running around busy.

In contrast, she was not qualified at all. Not only did she fail to protect her younger brother, but it took so long to find out that every time she came, she made him so angry.

"I...I'm fine, he's right, he's right. I'll get out, I'll get out, so he can be happier."

"Sister, then I'll give it to you."

"No...no, I can do it myself, I'll go back by myself, thank you... please... thank you for your help."

Yan Qiuyi reluctantly held the railing by the corridor, pressing her fingertips so hard that she could not help her. She hurriedly bowed to Ji Niannian, and after speaking incoherently, she rushed out.

Ji Niannian watched Yan Qiuyi run down the steps in a panic. She accidentally fell down the marble floor that was a little slippery and slipped into the flower bed. The noise was so loud that the patients and medical staff were watching.

Yan Qiuyi seemed not to feel the pain, and staggered and stood up and ran away quickly. Ji Niannian looked at her embarrassed figure and felt mixed feelings. When she knew the whole story, she was a little resentful to Yan Qiuyi, but if you think about it carefully, how could these things be blamed for her? In the final analysis, the source is all in the man who was killed by thousands of swords.

Ji Niannian's expression became dark and she was startled when she turned around.

——Yan Xialiang appeared at the door when he didn't know when he pressed his fingers tightly on the armrest, his eyes were red and painful. Then he turned his wheelchair and wanted to go back to the room, but Ji Niannian hurried forward and pushed him.

After leaving the hospital gate in a daze, Yan Qiuyi walked at a loss, but later she was pulled back by the sound of the car whistle and she actually walked to the middle of the road without realizing it. The green light happened to light up, calming her emotions and quickly crossing the crosswalk.

On the other side of the crosswalk was a station sign, and there were a few young men and women with golden eyes. Yan Qiuyi appeared in front of him in a embarrassed figure. They asked whether they needed help or not.

Yan Qiuyi shook her head with a wry smile, refusing the other party's kindness. She looked down at herself and saw that her image was indeed not good. The wounds cut by porcelain tiles on her calf were constantly oozing out blood, and her body was covered with green and purple and purple.

"Little... junior sister?" An infamiliar voice appeared in my ears.

Yan Qiuyi looked up blankly. Standing in front of her were two tall and handsome men, one was her sixth senior brother Qin Mo, and the other was not very recognizable but looked familiar with the outline.

"Jun Yang, take the junior sister back first." She heard the other party say this, and she didn't know how to clearly hear the other party responding. Then the man leaned down and hugged her horizontally in his arms, and the clear breath came to his nose.

***

"Hahaha."

Sheng Guangxuan seemed not to feel the increasing hatred and murderous intent on Yan Qiuyi's hands, but instead smiled happily, as if he didn't care about the deeper and deeper wounds on his neck. He didn't have to resist, and he didn't even shout loudly under his hands standing outside the door, looking at Yan Qiuyi with a growing madness and determination in his eyes.
Chapter completed!