Chapter 444

Therefore, seeing Su Yunchu's expression at this time, she only felt that she saw the Shura of hell. The panic that had disappeared was rising again.

But Su Yunchu didn't care about her, only looked at her, but winked at Muhan on the other side. Muhan knew his meaning, went directly forward and lit Lange's acupoints again.

Su Yunchu was in Muhan's ear. He was expressionless and gave orders in a low voice. After listening to Su Yunchu's words, Muhan took a deep look at Su Yunchu and then walked out of the camp.

Finally, seeing Lange whose limbs were on the cross, he slowly said, "the feeling of death, nothing can be more pleasant to experience by himself, don't you think?"

Lange looked at himself and couldn't move. He had only one mouth to make a sound. He didn't know what Su Yunchu wanted to do. He just looked at Su Yunchu in horror, "what do you want to do, what do you want to do?"

Su Yunchu ignored her and put two pots under Lange's open arm, "let you experience the taste of death."

Then he gave Muhan a wink. Muhan understood and directly took the sword in his hand and drew a knife on Lange's wrists on both sides. The blood on Lange's wrists slowly fell down.

Although Lange couldn't move, her touch was still there. She could feel something warm on her wrist and slowly slipped down. However, she couldn't see, but it was precisely because she couldn't see that this feeling was clearer.

Yan Yishan looked at the series of things Su Yunchu had done. He only felt that the woman dressed up by the man in the camp was really the devil from hell. Because Lange was bad for Murong yuan, she could make Lange live and die. Then, in the past, those people of the Su family provoked her in the capital, and now they can enjoy a life, It has been a blessing for them in their eight lives.

At this time, Su Yun is looking at Lange. She understands that Lange can do this by no means. However, since she is a mosquito feeder, she should know or even know which mosquitoes, and what is the origin of those mosquitoes. Is it the plan of the whole Beiliang or the plan of some people? Whether it is related to Gan Cheng or not, Su Yunchu knows that although Gan Cheng has always been hostile to Murong yuan because of different interests, he is a aboveboard man. He only sees Zhenzhang on the battlefield. Such dirty things are not like his style.

The panic on Lange's face did not fade, but Su Yunchu always stared at her to see the change of her expression. The words she spoke were slow, with a frightening ethereal, "about mosquitoes, what you know, how to alleviate, you also know, are you waiting for someone, right? Who are you waiting for? Will Beiliang change in the near future, and you know."

But Lange only looked at Su Yun's lips, and felt that something was pressing down on her, which made her feel tired and suffocated, "I don't know, I don't know anything."

"No, you know, say what you know,"

"No, no, no..."

Su Yunchu handed Muhan a color. Muhan understood that the basin originally placed under Lange's hands was changed again. This time, it contained half a basin of water.

Su Yunchu's thin and cool smile remained unchanged, "I don't know, right? There's no way. In fact, what I hate most is meticulous work... Do you know how I treat meticulous work? Like this, cut a small blood hole on her wrist and let her blood flow out of her body slowly until it dries out. Do you know what the process is like? I don't know. Slowly, you can understand it. Just go on Like this feeling now, do you feel that your whole body's blood flows to your two wrists and hear the sound of blood dripping? Ticking, ticking, just like your life, slowly, slowly gone... "

Indeed, Su Yunchu, as she said, hated meticulous work most, because of her career.

But Lange was shocked when he listened to Su Yunchu's charming words, and even felt that his life was really disappearing.

Su Yunchu took a step back and continued to face Lange, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it. In a word, it doesn't matter. Do you think a real immortal can't save it? But I know that since the things feeding mosquitoes are the source of mosquito poison, do you think I can't develop an antidote with the nourishment in your hand? As for Beiliang, it doesn't matter if you say it or not. In a word, you're going to die. Those things, knot What does it matter to you? "

Lange could not clearly listen to what Su Yunchu said, but she grasped the key point in Su Yunchu's words. She was dead, she would be dead. She thought that as long as relying on what she knew was good for Daxin, they would not kill her, and she could wait for him to help her. However, if she was dead... What should I do

Lange's expression is changeable, ferocious, hesitant, absent-minded and frightened. Su Yunchu slowly retreated from her. At this time, the people in the camp are not in Lange's sight, but the camp is particularly quiet. Even the patrol voice of the outside army is gone. Lange seems to only hear his breathing voice and tick tick tick blood flow The sound of movement was louder and clearer, and she felt that the blood in her body was getting drier and drier.

It lasted another half an hour, but in the extreme silence, half an hour was like a long time. Finally, Lange couldn't help the extreme silence and clear ticking sound, and shouted out, "I don't want to die, I said, I said..."

Listening to this, Yan Yishan and other people standing not far behind Lange looked at Su Yunchu together, and there were several drip basins in the camp. In this way, they had to bow down to Su Yunchu's torture.

During this process, Su Yunchu always looked at Lange in front with a cold face. No one knew what she was thinking.

Lange finally spoke. Su Yunchu only winked at Muhan, and Muhan came to Lange.

Lange should have suffered both physical and mental torture. At this time, he was slightly distracted, but when he saw Muhan's figure, he immediately shouted, "I said, I said, I know, I don't want to die, don't let me die..."