Don't Play With the Goddess of War
Chapter 117: Animals Are Not as Good
Madam Song was frightened upon waking up.
Opening his eyes, he saw a figure standing at the end of the bed, motionless, like a deadly ghost. Madam Song, who had recently been sleeping soundly, was shocked and rolled off the bed.
"Come……"
Madam Song, who was so frightened that her voice was empty, had just opened her mouth, only to ask for help, and An Xia closed her mouth.
"Don't you say you want to kill me? Now, I'm here, how did you kill me?"
The temperature of the rather cold and well-heated master bedroom instantly dropped, as if the air was filled with gloom from hell.
Madam Song's eyes suddenly widened, and there was a sharp hatred in her eyes.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
that's him!
A Xia!
******!
Come over! Come over! Come! !
Struggling hard, the blanket wrapped around her body was kicked, and Madam Song, who was struggling with all her strength, twisted her body and tried to get out.
He overestimated himself, and underestimated Anxia.
Wanting to stay away from An Xia unless An Xia voluntarily let go.
A Xia with a cold face pinched Madam Song's neck, and the hostility on his eyebrows was as deep as night, "I can't kill me, I'm angry at others, I'm trash, I'm trash, no wonder the daughter I raised was also trash!"
"Dhhhh!!!"
Give her daughter back her life!
******!
******!
"It's fun torturing others, treating others' lives like blue mustard, and wild beasts know that they won't hurt people at will, but your woman, even a wild beast, knows that they won't hurt people at will, not as good as a wild beast, living a day and polluting the air for a day. Better to die early and save you from hurting others."
The harsh words in cold and cold slowly said word for word, the tone was not high, and there were no ups and downs.
But it could stimulate Madame Song to go crazy.
He wants to let Ms. Song experienced the pain in the skin again, and let him know what it means "life is more uncomfortable than death"!
Pay a terrible price for what their whole family wants!
Madam Song was in so much pain that her internal organs seemed to be chapped, her throat suddenly surged, and soon, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
He was so angry that An Xia vomited blood.
Hands fluttering out of the blanket and fumbling under the bed, ******! He wants to kill her, he has to kill her!
Yeon Yeon, Yeon Yeon's mother, wait! Mom immediately sent him to see you, immediately, immediately!
"Your daughter is guilty of death. It is my mercy to let you go, but you still want to kill me ..." A shot of Xia Teng, bit by bit, he pressed Madam Song's right hand, her pupils entering ruthlessly.
"Crack!"
His bones were crisp and sprained, and Mrs terrible face. Song was so painful that it distorted like Rakshasa.
"Dr. Cheng sent someone to kill, right? It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, because ..." He tightened his hands little by little, and in the darkness, An Xia, with cold brows, watched Madam Song's breath indifferently. A little less, a little red.
"Gi. uh..."
After choking, Lady Song struggled even harder than before.
No, he can't die!
He didn't let**pay his daughter Yanyan, he couldn't die! !
"Do you want to ask for help? Okay, let's give you a chance." He said casually and crouched down halfway, waiting for Madam Song to ask for help.
Inside the room, Lady Song coughed with severe pain, "Cough cough cough cough .. cough cough cough .. come .. come .. come .. come .. come .. come .. come .. come .. come ..." Madam Song shouted in her throat before her breathing subsided.