Chapter 930

An Xianyang's eyes are red and ready to crack, and he almost shivers and hugs Su muying.

"Muying..."

He called to her, in a careful voice.

Su muying still did not respond, but frowned tightly and his face was white with pain.

An Xianyang quickly brought her back to find a doctor for Su muying.

During the doctor's visit, an Xianyang waited anxiously outside the door.

He was eager to know whether Su muying had anything to do.

The fist hit the wall.

Make a heavy noise.

However, an Xianyang did not say a word. He lowered his head. His eyes were full of evil. He bit his teeth and felt very angry.

"How is she, doctor?"

An Xianyang anxiously asked the doctor, between the eyebrows is extremely worried.

"The wounds on the back are almost done, and other minor wounds will soon heal. But who did it? It looks like sulfuric acid is spilt on it. You should be careful with this wound The doctor's eyes are some dignified, looking at the injury on Su Mu Ying's back and shaking his head helplessly.

"Sulfuric acid?"

An Xianyang was shocked but couldn't be relieved.

After the doctor left, he was stiff and looked at Su muying.

Her back was supposed to be bright and white, but why did it become so? It was full of blood red.

It's sulfuric acid

Sulfuric acid burned the back of Su muying into this appearance.

How can it be sulfuric acid?

It's sulfuric acid!

If it's sulfuric acid, it must be someone who spilled sulfuric acid on Su muying!

So, who on earth would do such a cruel thing?

Blame him for not protecting her

"Muying?"

An Xianyang trembled.

He reached out to Su Mu Ying, but suddenly stopped in the air. He did not dare to touch her. He was afraid that touching her would aggravate her pain.

"Mu Ying, can you hear me? Wake up, muying, wake up... "

An Xianyang almost begged to call her.

Su muying, however, had no movement. Her face was as white as paper, and her lips did not have a trace of blood.

Looking at such Su Mu Ying, an Xianyang is angry and helpless.

"Muying, who hurt you like this?"

An Xianyang's blue veins burst out, and his dark eyes were full of sinister violence, which was like bleeding red.

His voice was gnashing his teeth, with a knife edge, deep anger.

He looked at Su muying, heartache, but also thinking about who did it.

Suddenly, an Xianyang's mind suddenly flashed a figure.

It's the shadow of Ling Feiyu.

Lingfei language!

It must be Ling Fei Yu!

That woman!

At that time, I saw the woman's car and I went in the opposite direction.

"Lingfei! Is it Lingfei? Mu Ying, did Ling Fei Yu hurt you like this

An Xianyang only felt a strong anger in his chest.

The voice went up a lot.

Su muying is in a coma and only feels the burning pain behind her. She wants to open her eyes, but she can't.

In the tearing pain, she did not know where she was. She could only feel that she was in the open space with nothing, and a small spark was burning in front of her eyes.

Growing bigger and stronger.

The huge fire came rushing towards her, curling up the corners of her clothes, as if to bring her into the ranks of dancing with the flame.

Su muying exclaimed, tearing off her fast burning clothes and panting to escape. However, she found that no matter how hard she tried and how hard she ran, the tongue of fire was still following her.

"Well." I stumbled over something at my feet, fell forward and fell heavily on the ground.

Su Mu Ying murmured and saw that his knee had been rubbed and broken, and was gurgling out rich blood.

She stood up and swayed to her feet, only to find that the fire was approaching her.

There was no place for her to escape.

Fall to the ground again, wide eyes, full of fear at the fire tongue, like a monster roared at her. She struggled back, but there was a burning sensation in her back.

She screamed, closed her eyes, and consciousness slowly stripped her mind.

The pain made her open her eyes again, only to find herself at home.

Su muying breathed a sigh of relief, exhausted and paralyzed into the sofa, recalling the fierce fire just now, still had some uneasiness.

She looked around and muttered to herself, "why is it so dark at home?"

She fumbled for the switch, but it didn't work. She found the candle and lit it.

She was startled by the sudden fire.

Su Mu Ying's wrist shakes and the match falls quickly.The blanket under her feet began to burn, and then gradually spread, tablecloths, curtains

Everything that burns starts to burn.

Su muying was shocked.

Fire again

Spreading fire

The fire that came at her

Su muying trembled and curled up on the sofa, pale, and his lips slightly lost their blood color.

"No, don't come here Go away, don't come here... " Su muying's voice is full of fear and fear. She shakes her head.

This is her nightmare.

Feeling the pain behind her, she wants to open her eyes to see where it is, who saved her, whether an Xianyang

But she just can't open her eyes and can only indulge in her own nightmare again and again.

After leaving Su muying's room, an Xianyang goes straight to Ling Feiyu's home.

He didn't even knock on the door and kicked it open.

He saw Lingfei language lying on the sofa, side over body, back to him.

Seeing lingfeiyu so stable, an Xianyang was filled with indignation and anger. He walked over three steps and two steps, looked at lingfeiyu from a commanding position and spoke coldly: "Lingfei language!"

Ling Feiyu did not answer.

An Xianyang increased the strength to call her, she still did not answer.

An Xianyang simply pulled her body, but suddenly froze.

How?

How could this happen?

No way!

Who did it?

Lingfei's words

Dead

Ling Fei Yu in front of her, her eyes closed, her face pale, no temperature, and her lips also pan out a little blue purple. Her long black hair, which she had always done well, was now scattered in a disorderly way, making her cheek more and more ghostly.

An Xianyang glared at her and slowly put his hand under her nose.

The fingers froze.

Lingfei language is really dead.

An Xianyang only felt that things had become more complicated and his head was about to explode.

He suddenly stood up and looked at all the places in Ling Feiyu's house, but he didn't see anything.

"Who killed you? Lingfei An Xianyang looks at Ling Fei Yu's pale face and murmurs in a low voice.

At the same time, the sound of a police car suddenly sounded outside the door.

One sound after another sounded outside the door.

Before an Xianyang arrived and figured out what was going on, he was already deep in the swamp.

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