Chapter 90 Farewell to You 3

The blood from the corners of He Qian's mouth snapped down, and it was a little difficult to speak with swollen cheeks: "Did Ouyang Feibai be forced to do that by you back then? What on earth did you threaten him with?

"He Qian, shut the fuck up! These things have nothing to do with the Ouyang family!" Ouyang Feibai roared. This stupid woman was obsessed with something meaningless. Did she know that doing so was completely flirting with Ouyang Qingyuan's temper!

He Qian looked at him faintly, as if at a glance for ten thousand years, with such clear, stubborn and proud eyes, just like when he first saw her, Ouyang Feibai's heart thumped.

He Qian said, "Do you want to take all the charges on yourself? What on earth are you afraid of Ouyang Qingyuan? Don't you hate him for his life?"

Ouyang Feibai was stunned and his eyes were gloomy.

He Qiange smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. That's enough."

Everyone present was stunned. What's enough?

Ouyang Hanyu slowly woke up, shaking his purple-black lips, raised his fingers tremblingly, and pointed to the direction of the bookshelf behind He Qian: "Photo...photo..." Camera!

"Ah!" He Qian suddenly pointed to the door in surprise.

Everyone looked at the door. At this moment, He Qian suddenly escaped from the sensitive loach from the big man. He rolled to Ouyang Hanyu and pulled out the apple knife against his artery in advance: "Don't move, or I'll kill him!"

The air was suddenly quiet with only the sound of breathing. Ouyang Qingyuan endured his anger and looked at the direction of Ouyang Hanyu's fingers slowly. In an instant, a mobile phone was placed on the red mahogany bookshelf. The camera of the mobile phone was aimed at them. His face was shocked, angry and violently flashed one by one, and finally condensed into A frightened storm.

Ouyang Feibai's face turned paler. She looked at her mobile phone in shock and He Qian. Did she know that they would come from the beginning, so she made such a preparation?

"Give me the mobile phone on the bookshelf." Ouyang Qingyuan said.

He got his mobile phone, the camera was on, and it was a "live broadcast", and all the content captured by the mobile phone was published directly on the Internet. Ouyang Qingyuan suddenly broke his mobile phone into two halves with two hands, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty.

"Go ahead and block all the website pages called 'Home Video DIY'!!" Ouyang Qingyuan's furious shouts boosted the whole house.

He Qian's heart sank, and she completely angered the tiger.

Ouyang Qingyuan sneered: "Bir the antidote and let Hanyu go. I can leave you a whole body!"

He Qian's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. If it was to let her kill people, it was impossible at all. She just bluffed. The medicine she bought for Ouyang Hanyu was just from the black market, which made people feel temporarily painful. After the medicine works, it will slowly return to normal. How can the knife in her hand be possible? Really insert it into the flowing artery! So how to use the weights in your hand?

He Qian was falling into her meditation. She did not find that two burly sweats in black suits behind were walking towards her with wooden sticks. The distance was getting closer and closer, and the sticks in their hands had been raised high.

Ouyang Feibai suddenly got his strength and suddenly broke free from the bondage and rushed to He Qian: "Be careful!"

He Qian only felt a flash of the dark shadow in front of her, and her whole body was hugged tightly. With a muffled sound, she and the shadow rolled off the sofa and hit her arms on the ground, which made half of her shoulders unconscious.

There was a warm and sticky * greasy ** dripping on her cheek. He Qian widened his eyes in surprise and saw two shocking blood marks on Ouyang Feibai's face, still bleeding. The bright red blood formed a sharp contrast with her pale face.

But Ouyang Feibai didn't care at all. He just looked at her worriedly and said, "Qianqian, are you all right?"

"Fight!" In the distance, Ouyang Qingyuan roared extremely coldly!

The two men in black no longer hesitated and came over again with a wooden pipe.

Ouyang Feibai raised his hand, and the wooden stick "kake" and shattered. At the same time, he didn't know that the bag did not include Ouyang Feibai's bones. Only a trace of pain flashed on Ouyang Feibai's face in an instant. He quickly helped her up: "I block them. You can find a way to escape." He didn't seem to feel any pain, but He Qianming could see that his arm was very disobedient.

He Qian pushed him away angrily: "I don't want you to be pitiful, I don't want you to save me, get out!"

Ouyang Feibai was stepped back two steps, with an incomprehensible light in his eyes, and the sadness was only a momentary stay. He suddenly grabbed He Qian's chin and said evilly, "I just want you to feel guilty, I want you to fall in love with your enemy, and I want you to be in pain. What, choose, for Ye Chensheng or for the hatred of the past? Die!"

As he said, he kicked the thug that flew over, and at the same time, his back was hit by a stick. Ouyang Feibai turned around and grabbed the other party's murder weapon. Before he could fight back, he heard the other party scream and covered his lower body and rolled up.

Ouyang Feibai looked at He Qian coldly. He Qian suspected that he smiled, but unfortunately, he couldn't see any expression on his swollen face like a steamed bun.

The threwors gathered around in an instant, and He Qian and Ouyang Feibai leaned against their backs and waited.

He Qian said, "If I can go out, I want to hear your story!"

Ouyang Feibai said, "Will you forgive me after listening?"

He Qian was about to answer when the thrush suddenly rushed up and there was a scuffle.

Four or five thres surrounded Ouyang Feibai. Ouyang Feibai, who was already injured, still had to take care of He Qian. On his back, his arms were hit several sticks for He Qian. When he was unprepared, the thresident suddenly hit his calf. Ouyang Feibai knelt down and his painful facial features were entangled. He Qian exclaimed and picked up the stick on the ground towards him. People beat randomly.

The other party blocked He Qian's disorderly attack and specially hit He Qian's stomach. The stick approached He Qian and found that it was iron. No wonder Ouyang Feibai couldn't get up at once.

The speed of the stick was very fast, so fast that in the blink of an eye of all this knowledge, exhausted He Qian couldn't escape at all. She covered her stomach with her hand and subconsciously squatted down, so that the iron stick that had hit her stomach suddenly turned towards her head, and the stick brought out the sound of wind in the air.

He Qian has only one idea in his heart: keep the baby! But her action can completely kill her.

At the moment, Ouyang Feibai suddenly rushed to stand in front of He Qian. Before He Qian realized what had happened, the whole vision was already bright red, and the fishy and salty smell filled the whole basement.

He Qian's face was full of sticky blood, and his eyesight was full of blood red, but this blood was not hers, but softly pressed on her body.

The big man was also stunned. He didn't expect Ouyang Feibai to jump over, let alone the iron bar to fall on Ouyang Feibai's head. Did this... kill him? He is the second young master of the Ouyang family!

"Not white!" He Qian seemed to feel the feeling of the collapse of the world five years ago. She patted Ouyang Feibai's cheek in horror, making her hands full of blood: "Non-white, non-white, you wake up, you have nothing to do, wake up!"

All the people present were stunned, and there was only He Qian's panicked call in the basement.

Ouyang Qingyuan looked at such a scene and was silent for a long time. Finally, he said steadily, "Take away the second young master and the young master. There is nothing here. Burn it!" He is going to burn her to death!

The big man pushed away He Qian, picked up Ouyang Feibai and Ouyang Hanyu and quickly evacuated. As soon as He Qian reached the door, he pushed four or five doors and entered. He scolded and picked up gasoline and poured it in. He Qian flashed gasoline and painfully covered his stomach and squatted in the corner.

The blazing flame ignited in an instant, and the basement was suddenly filled with fireworks. Looking at a sea of fire, several people who splashed oil to light the fire quickly evacuated, and the iron door was locked from the outside.

He Qian endured the pain and came to the iron gate through the sea of fire. He tried his best to open the door but couldn't open it. There was not even a window around him. The temperature in the city was getting higher and higher, and the air was getting thinner and thinner. The screen next to the iron gate collapsed. He Qian quickly dodged, but he was trapped in the right corner with a terrible stomachache. He Qianqing Touching his stomach, he thought: Baby, you must hold on, we will be fine.

Looking at the raging firelight, He Qian silently thought that this was the last goodbye?