Chapter 569

"Tian Fei." The voice is very cold, even more gloomy and fierce in the dreary basement.

Tian Fei shivered all over and tried to open his eyes and look up.

I found that I don't know when there were three people, two standing, one in a wheelchair.

For a moment, Tian Fei thought it was Yan Zhen who came back.

Soon Tian Fei realized that the man was not Yan Zhen, but Qi Lin, who was more difficult than Yan Zhen.

Because Tian Fei's eyes were swollen, the shock in his eyes was not found by the three people.

Qi Lin looked at Tian Fei, who was beaten miserably, and said with a smile, "is that the degree? What can he bring up? "

Tian Fei shivered.

Song Pan'an shrugged: "since Yan Zhen wants to come to interrogate Tian Fei, I can't be so bloody. Otherwise, how can I scare her?"

Qi Lin glanced at him. The smell of blood in the basement made Qi Lin's chest dull and painful. It was obvious that Qi Lin's body was not suitable for staying here for a long time.

"I didn't expect that you were still very compassionate." Yan Bochun sneered, "well, don't stare at each other, Yan Zhen is not here. Especially you, Qi Lin

"When people are here, you look like you don't care about the scum man. Who do you show it to now? You all put those thoughts away and get things done before you eat the most important things. "

Yan Bochun coldly looking at Qi Lin and song Pan'an, obviously for two friends naive enough.

Tian Fei has a headache, and his bad feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Song Pan'an shrugged innocently again, saying that he didn't want to argue with each other.

Qi Lin doesn't look at Song Pan'an at all. He turns his cold eyes to Tian Fei and asks, "who ordered you to attack Yan's family?"

Tian Fei wants to pull the corners of his mouth, but he can't make any expression at all, "Tang Shi Ming."

Qi Lin is expressionless and oppressive in the dark basement. Even song Pan'an and Yan Bochun, who are standing beside him, are crushed by Qi Lin. no wonder they are willing to follow Qi Lin.

"You're lying."

Tian Fei sneered: "what lie? I've said all I have to say. "

"Pan an, keep fighting."

Song Pan'an brought in people. This time, he didn't just hurt. This time, he didn't care about life and death.

Soon, Tian Fei's scream sounded again. At this time, Tian Fei realized that the punishment he suffered yesterday was just appetizer.

Qi Lin slides the wheelchair to Tian Fei, bends down and grabs Tian Fei's hair, looks at each other's swollen eyes, "who sent you?"

"Don..."

"Bang." Qi Lin cold face will Tian Fei's head hard to his wheelchair armrest hit.

Qi Lin's wheelchair is special. There is nothing to say about its quality. Will Tian Fei mercilessly smash to wheelchair armrest, instantaneous Tian Fei forehead blood then stained his face.

Ticking sound in the quiet basement abnormal harsh.

Qi Lin didn't care that his wheelchair was soiled by the other side. He said with a smile There was a strange light in my eyes.

Tian Fei is out of his mind now. He can't speak at all.

Qi Lin throws the person aside, takes out a handkerchief and wipes his hand. Then he wipes the blood on the armrest of the wheel and waves the ice water to Tian Fei.

It's cold winter now. It's the basement, and it's too warm to go there. At the moment, a bucket of water with ice stubble falls on Tian Fei's head, which wakes him up instantly.

He glared into his red eyes and said, "what do you want to ask?"

Looking at Tian Fei's dying struggle, Qi Lin suddenly felt a burst of boredom: "I'll ask you again, who in the end ordered you?"

Tian Fei looks at Qi Lin's cold and heartless eyes. His teeth tremble and he makes a sound. He doesn't know whether it's cold or afraid.

Qi Lin's eyes were like looking at dead things.

"It's... it's..."

Tian Fei closed his eyes and said the name.

This time Qi Lin didn't tell anyone to do it. Tian Fei was relieved, and then felt a burst of darkness in front of him.

Qi Lin continued to ask, "go on and say what you know."

Song Pan'an and Yan Bochun look at Qi Lin's cold face and abuse each other. They are worried.

Although Qi Lin was cold before, he was not so cruel.

Song Pan'an looks at Yan Bochun, hoping that the other party can find a way to untie Qi Lin's poison as soon as possible.

Yan Bochun frowned and watched Qi Lin knock his opponent's head on the armrest of the wheelchair?

Why does Qi Lin become so much? Looks like that potion is weird.

Qi Lin is also aware of his own changes, but he doesn't care much now. In short, he is also a dying man. He's tied up. What else can he do.

........When Qi Lin came out of the basement, it was already dark.

Breathing the fresh and cold air outside, several people feel relaxed. Then song Pan'an and Yan Bochun look at Qi Lin.

Qi Lin's face was very pale, but there was a morbid satisfaction in the pale, which made them frown.

Fortunately, Qi Lin was in such a state for only a moment. He relaxed a little in front of his two friends and said, "don't worry, I've just been depressed for a long time. I won't indulge in it."

What they were afraid of was that Qi Lin could not extricate himself from the bloody killing.

Hearing what Qi Lin said, they were relieved.

Qi Lin looked at the dried blood on the armrest and said, "now that I've come in and pried open the other side's mouth, the rest will be easier. If you know one stronghold, the rest is just a matter of time. "

Thinking of this, Qi Lin laughs. It's a kind of... Relieved laughter.

But song Pan'an and Yan Bochun are extremely depressed.

Qi Lin was laughing and coughing violently. He was out of breath.

This is the first time song Pan'an and Yan Bochun have seen Qi Lin get sick. They have never seen how fragile Qi Lin is, nor have they seen Qi Lin in such a mess.

When Qi Lin's blood dyed the snow under their feet, they admitted that they were afraid.

Afraid of this day is not afraid, not afraid, with them to play a day of men, so silent leave.

"Qi Lin!" The two quickly take Qi Lin to the villa. Yan Bochun himself is a doctor, while song Pan'an, because of his identity, has complete medical facilities in the villa, and they dare not make too much noise, so they give Qi Lin a quick diagnosis and treatment.

Yan Bochun overcast his face and shook his head: "I can't find out. I only know that Qi Lin's body is much weaker and is still gradually weaker. But how to say, it's a good and bad feeling."

Yan Bochun also has to admit that the person who organized the production of potions was a group of devils, who developed such abnormal potions and could make people drink them unconsciously.

If those people are willing to put their mind on the right path, it is estimated that China's medical strength will have to jump several steps up.