Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Mrs. Song was startled awake.

Opening his eyes, he saw a figure standing at the end of the bed, motionless, like a deadly ghost. Mrs. Song, who had been sleeping poorly recently, was shocked and rolled out of bed.

"Come……"

Mrs. Song, who was so frightened that her voice was empty, just opened her mouth, only to call for help, and then she was covered by An Xia.

"Didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Now, here I am, how do you kill me?"

The voice was cold, and the temperature of the fully heated master bedroom dropped instantly, as if the air was infused with the gloom from hell. It was cold and cold, making the hair stand on the back.

Mrs. Song's eyes widened suddenly, and there was a needle-like hatred bursting out of her eyes.

"Um... um... um..."

is her!

An Xia!

Bitch!

Come on! Come on! Come on! !

Struggling violently, the quilt wrapped around her body was pushed away, and Mrs. Song twisted her body with all her strength to try to get away.

She overestimated herself, and underestimated An Xia even more.

He wanted to get away from An Xia, unless An Xia voluntarily let him go.

An Xia with a frosty face pinched Mrs. Song's neck, the hostility between her brows was as deep as night, "I can't kill me, I blame others, I'm a waste, no wonder the daughter I raised is also a waste!"

"No no no!!"

Pay back her daughter's life!

Bitch!

Bitch!

Mrs. Song's eyes were wide open, blood dripping from her eyes, she wanted to kill this bitch to avenge her daughter!

"Torturing and killing others is a pleasure, treating other people's lives as worthless. Animals know that they will not hurt people casually, but your daughter is not as good as an animal. If you live a day and pollute the air for a day, it is better to die early so as not to harm others."

Qing Han said slowly, word by word, in a low-pitched voice, without any ups and downs.

But it can make Mrs. Song go crazy.

She just wanted to let Mrs. Song experience the pain once again, and let her know what "living is worse than death"!

Pay a terrible price for their family's doing whatever they want!

Mrs. Song was so painful that her viscera seemed to be ripped apart, a mouthful of fishy sweetness suddenly surged up in her throat, and immediately, traces of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

She was so angry that An Xia vomited blood.

Hands fluttered out of the quilt, and groped under the bed board, bitch! She wants to kill her, she must kill her!

Yanyan, mother's Yanyan, wait! Mom will send her over to see you soon, soon, soon!

"Your daughter deserves to die. It is my kindness to let you go, but you still want to kill me..." An Xia Teng made a move, and pressed Mrs. Song's throwing right hand bit by bit, his pupils pierced deeply and fiercely. Pass.

"Crack!"

The bones were crisp and dislocated, and Mrs. Song's already hideous face was distorted in pain like a Rakshasa.

"Dr. Cheng was sent to be killed by you, right? It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, because..." The strength in his hand was tightened bit by bit, and in the dark, the cold-eyed An Xia stared at Mrs. Song's breathing indifferently. Little by little, his face turned red little by little.

"Goo... um..."

Bursts of suffocation came, Mrs. Song struggled harder than before.

No, she can't die!

She hasn't let the slut pay for her daughter Yanyan's life yet, she can't die! !

"Want to ask for help? Okay, I'll give you a chance." He let go of his hands and squatted halfway, waiting for Mrs. Song to ask for help.

In the room, Mrs. Song was coughing in severe pain, "cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough... come... come here... come... come here." Before breathing smoothly, Madam Song roared at the top of her throat.

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