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Chapter 351



Chapter 351

Chapter 351: Let us cooperate

Translator: 549690339

His long eyelashes were like a small fan, gently brushing against the Thunder valiant beast’s rough palm.

Feeling Lin Hanxing’s struggle, Lei Xiao simply pulled her into his arms and looked at Yuan shaojing with a cold and angry gaze.

This was true anger!

Yuan shaojing smiled and turned his eyes back to the one-way transparent glass.

Lin Hanxing already had a premonition.

“Thunder valiant beast, let me go.” The voice was cold and powerful.

Lei Xiao’s arm muscles tightened, but in the end, he slowly let go and let Lin Hanxing out.

Lin Hanxing looked at the side of Yuan shaojing’s face.

The man was still wearing the clothes he had worn when they met this morning at the cemetery in the eastern suburbs.

His face lost the elegance he had when they first met, and coldness and cruelty gradually seeped out from his bones.

All these years, the gentle and refined man in the eyes of the world seemed to have disappeared overnight.

The strange panting sound came from the other side of the one-way transparent glass.

However, Lin Hanxing frowned after taking a look.

“Is this arranged by Mr. Yuan?”

In the large private room, Cheng Lingyun was naked. Her body was revealed. His body was lying on the ground, as if he was drunk. The drug God was not in a clear state of mind. More than a dozen vagrants surrounded her and kept doing indescribable things to her. Their grins and gasps were mixed together.

Lin Hanxing’s face was expressionless when he said this.

Yuan shaojing didn’t answer, but pointed to a place not far away.

Lin Hanxing followed the direction of his finger and saw a red dot. It seemed like someone was filming.

“Tell me, she’s still alive.”

Yuan shaojing finally opened his mouth, his voice muffled and hoarse.

Lin Hanxing did not say anything.

&Quot; she’s living well, but she hates me for being stupid all these years and being played in the hands of others. &Quot;

Yuan shaojing turned his head to look at Lin Hanxing, his eyes full of hope.

Uncle Yingluo, why do you hate me? If I could make the decision about love, I would also wish that I had never fallen in love with you.

Yingluo, I’ll be in pain too, I’ll be sad too, how can you do this to me!

His fingers trembled slightly, as if he was about to lift them up, but finally fell back down.

“When she died, she was like a lamp without oil.”

Li Sinian’s death was a fatal blow to aunt Mian. Otherwise, she would not have turned white overnight.

The years of depression in her heart had long emptied her body.

In the last few days, aunt Mian couldn’t even walk.

She sat under the longan tree, holding li Sinian’s photo and gently stroking it with her fingers.

His eyes were filled with regret and nostalgia.

On the last day, he and the mute uncle Jin stayed by aunt Mian’s side.

After sending her off.

And the last thing aunt Mian said was ...

Yingluo is here to pick me up.

Until now, Lin Hanxing still couldn’t figure out if the ‘he’ here was Yuan shaojing or li Sinian.

Yuan shaojing suddenly clenched his fists.

&Quot; the oil has run out ... &Quot; he muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face.

He hated himself.

Why did he care about what others said?

Liking is liking, love is love, are other people’s opinions and words that important?

What were those people?

What was the secular world?

What was this world?

Without her, what was the point of all this?

What was the point of all this?

“Let’s cooperate.”

Yuan shaojing’s expression was wooden, and the last trace of light in his eyes disappeared.

Lin Hanxing did not say anything.

“No matter what I do, you will still attack her, right?”

He was only giving her a shortcut.

Yuan shaojing’s eyes fell back to the one-way transparent glass, and his pupils turned completely dark.

In this life, he owed Yanyu too much.

He had already fallen into hell and was unable to extricate himself.

So what if he did more evil?


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