Chapter 889

Artest felt the cold of the white poem from his body. His body trembled and sat up from the bed.

"Miss, didn't I tell you everything? Indeed, Xu Qingsheng set fire to death..."

"Shut up!" Before Artest finished, Bai Shiyin interrupted him coldly.

"Why did Xu Qingsheng imprison you for three years? First, he is to protect you from being killed. Second, he can let you testify and accuse the real murderer! Therefore, Xu Qingsheng is not the murderer who killed my parents at all!

Also, in the past three years, Xu Qingsheng should be good to you, right? So you called him Mr. Xu many times yesterday! The reason why he did this to you must be that you have told him everything you know. So now tell me everything again! "

Artest looked at Bai Shiyin and his eyes flashed: "aren't you and him husband and wife? Just ask him directly, won't you?"

Bai Shiyin's voice was colder: "I'm asking you now!"

Artest dropped his legs to the ground, leaned close to Bai Shiyin and whispered, "since you want to know, I'll tell you..."

However, before his voice fell, he suddenly pushed Bai Shiyin, then jumped out of bed and walked to the door.

When Bai Shiyin came in, he didn't lock the door. Therefore, Artest saw the right time and wanted to run out of the door.

Bai Shiyin was pushed away by him and the wheelchair hit the back wall before stopping.

When she saw that Artest was going to run, she got up from her wheelchair with a cold hum and stepped behind Artest.

She grabbed one of his upper arms and gave him a sharp twist back. At the same time, she grabbed his back with her other hand.

His back was full of wounds, and Artest screamed with pain.

Bai Shiyin pinched his arm and threw it back. Artest fell to the ground. Bai Shiyin stepped forward and kicked Artest in the stomach, causing him to roll on the ground.

He was stunned and looked at Bai Shiyin incredulously: "you, your legs..."

Bai Shiyin said coldly, "Artest, I'll give you another chance and tell me the truth! You should know that Bai Xincheng can't accommodate you. Now only I can keep you!"

"Young lady, I don't want to die. Can you really save me?"

Artest certainly knows that if there were no white poetry, he would have been dead yesterday. He knows better than anyone how cruel Bai Xincheng is!

"Tell me the truth!" Bai Shiyin kicked him and said coldly.

"Well, miss, I tell you, you let me get up first, so I feel too painful."

Artest said.

Bai Shiyin raised her feet and stood aside to let Artest get up from the ground.

Artest struggled, got up from the ground, patted the soil on his body, raised his head and said, "Miss..."

Before he finished, he punched Bai Shiyin fiercely.

He thought very clearly. Whether he said it or not, he probably couldn't live today. Now only Bai Shiyin is here, knocking her down. As long as he runs out of the house, he can survive.

Better live than die. He hasn't lived enough!

Bai Shiyin sneered, "Artest, you may have forgotten my identity!"

As she spoke, with a bang, she grabbed Artest's wrist and turned it up. With a click, Artest broke his wrist.

Then she flew a kick, and Artest was kicked out by her and hit the single bed behind her.

His waist hit the edge of the bed and almost broke his waist.

Bai Shiyin stepped forward, picked him up and punched him in the stomach!

Her lips slightly hook: "Uncle Artest, do you remember my identity now?"

Artest was in a cold sweat with pain all over. He remembered that Bai Shiyin was a woman who looked like a lily. In fact, she was once the national champion of women's Sanda!