After less than three seconds An Yan finished speaking, he heard a "pop" sound, and the hanging old-fashioned TV suddenly lit up.

The person in this picture is... He Xijiu?

An Yan opened her beautiful eyes in horror and looked at He Xijiu in the picture. He Xijiu seemed to have seen her, astonished as An Yan.

He Xijiu kept making Yan se at An Yan, shouting loudly, but An Yan couldn't hear anything. He could only look at He Xijiu in a daze, and his long and curled eyelashes blinked down.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

An Yan really couldn't figure out what this man hidden in the darkness wanted to g?

"You are the one who kidnapped He Xijiu?" An Yan didn't know where the voice came from, but she knew that her every move at this time must be under surveillance.

"Do I say you are stupid or you are smart?" The man's voice rang again.

An Yan's heart sank, "Who are you? What is He Yiqing's relationship with you?"

A lot of questions began to take shape in An Yan's mind. She was full of questions, but she had no way to get the answer.s3;

"You don't need to know these things. You only need a good show. You are one of the protagonists in this good show."

Suddenly, the door was opened, and extremely dim lights lit up in the dark room. The cold equipment was shining against each other, making An Yan's head feel numb.

"What is this? Who are you?"

An Yan opened her eyes wide in horror, looked at the NV people wearing white coats, and looked at them wearing masks and white coats, An Yan's body was slightly stiff.

She took a step back and forth, her eyes full of panic.

He Xijiu on the screen also looked at An Yan with extremely surprised eyes, and kept shouting: No!

But An Yan couldn't hear He Xijiu's voice, and could only see his mouth shape!

An Yan tried to run towards the door, but was blocked by j bodyguards, and then pressed her on the worn bed...

Lightning flashed through the gray-filled glass window, illuminating the dim interior, and the rumbling thunder made my ears hurt.

An Yan's fair cheeks were filled with fear. She was pressed firmly on the bed and could not move at all.

"You let go of me! What do you want to g? Let me go!"

An Yan was frightened.

"What are you guys! Let me go!"

No matter how hard An Yan struggled, she had no use. Her wrists were tightly held tightly, and the cold equipment began to slowly operate. Then there was only a "click" sound, and the cold lock completely locked her wrist.

An Yan struggled desperately, and her wrist kept rubbing against the lock. There were obvious red marks on her fair wrist and her skin was also rubbed.

This pain made An Yan bit her lower lip tightly, her body trembled slightly, and the light above her head was turned on instantly.

The loud bang outside the window made An Yan's body tremble violently, and the sound of the cold equipment operating made An Yan's head numb.

She looked at the dilapidated TV and saw that He Xijiu was rescued. As soon as she was loosened, a straight figure appeared in An Yan's sight.

Through the old-fashioned TV, An Yan saw He Yunshen. She didn't know what He Xijiu was saying to He Yunshen. When He Yunshen turned around, they looked at each other through the TV's display screen...

An Yanxin

He bit his lower lip and wanted to break free from the shackles.

He Yunshen's eyes suddenly changed, and his terrible appearance eroded people's hearts.

"He Yunshen..." An Yan shouted his name in horror. She screamed in surprise, and kept shouting his name in a crazy way, "He Yunshen!"

Every shouting took all her strength.

"You can do it now." A man in a white coat spoke, his voice like a devil from the Fiery Prison.

An Yan looked at the machine and tightly tied her legs, and then the worn-out bed was slightly raised.

Then, a doctor approached An Yan step by step with a bowl of soup.

When An Yan saw the black y juice, she trembled all over, and her fair little face suddenly lost blood.

"Don't... no..." An Yan shouted, her hands and legs began to stomp around.

"Boom--" Thunder sounded again, and the strong wind slapped the glass window, making loud noises.

It sounds like a devil's roar in An Yan...s3;

An Yan had no power to resist, and y began to flow into her mouth bit by bit, and all the bitter y juice flowed into her throat.

"No--"

The moment when y was all in his stomach, with a "clang" sound, the bowl was smashed and smashed.

The machine began to make a slow sound, and An Yan's hands and feet were loosened.

She looked at the man with bloodthirsty eyes on the display screen and showed an extremely miserable smile at him. She reached out to try to pick the throat, trying to spit out all the y juice just now...

However, it's too late to do it...

The effect of y is too strong, she only feels a severe pain in her abdomen...

She reached out and covered her abdomen tightly, her face curled up on the worn bed with a pale face, her body trembled constantly, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead, and the beads of sweat slid down the sides of her cheeks, drop by drop...

"No...No..." An Yan closed her eyes in pain. When the blood stained her kid red, An Yan wanted to get up in pain.

"Help...save my child...no...no..."

She slid from the bed onto the cold ground. She no longer looked at the direction of the old TV. She didn't want him to see herself at this moment.

Despair, five thunders thunders thunder.

She kicked her legs hard, crawling forward...

The blood was dragged all over the floor, and the people inside looked at An Yan with an extremely cold look, as if they were watching an irrelevant scene.

An Yan climbed to the door of the room step by step and left He Yunshen's visible line of sight...

She opened the door with all her strength, but the next second, the back of her hand was stepped on by He Yiqing!

Mu Anyan looked up and looked at He Yiqing holding a long ruler in his hand.

"Mu Anyan, you should be familiar with this long ruler, right?"

He Yiqing's long ruler pressed against An Yan's chin and forced An Yan to raise her head.

The severe pain in the abdomen made An Yan feel cold, but the cold ground kept An Yan awake...

She looked at He Yiqing with a hatred look...

But she was so painful that she had no strength to stand up. What else could she use to fight He Yiqing?
Chapter completed!