Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"What about those two people?"

When Jiao Yang woke up, this was the first sentence she asked Huo Huaishao. No wonder she thought too much, it was the two brothers who followed him wherever he went, but now they disappeared.

It's funny to say, at least they saved her once, but she can't even remember their names.

Is this the cause of forgetfulness? But Qiu Jiaoyang never forgot every time, and she didn't know what was wrong with her.

"It's dealt with."

Huo Huaishhao replied without much emotion, Jiaoyang raised his brows, watched him wipe the needle in his hand, then pierced her skin, injecting it little by little.

"Really." Jiao Yang smiled, his face gradually paled, "I really don't feel any pain at all."

If a person really has a chance in this life, he can choose his own way of death. Jiao Yang will definitely choose the most beautiful and least painful way to die.

Being hit by a car on the road is too bloody, and the body will be in pieces. Not to mention drowning or crashing to death, the process must be painful and ugly.

So she could only rely on Huo Huaishhao's hand. She remembered what she heard behind the door that day.

After Huo Huaishao finished all these, he looked at her, his eyes gradually became tinged with a layer of fanatical obsession. From now on, the girl was completely hers.

She would never want to turn her eyes to others again, never even think about flirting with others. Her gaze, from now on, will completely stay on him.

He untied the rope for Jiaoyang, he saw her weakness, and of course he didn't think that she would still have the strength to resist now.

"Don't be afraid." He rubbed her hair with a gentle tone.

Just when Huo Huaishao was about to inject the medicine in another needle into his body. A small hand reached out, forcefully stopping his movements.

Huo Huaishhao was stunned for a moment, just in time to meet Jiaoyang's pale but still bright smiling face.

"I'm sorry, this beautiful way of death is only available to me. Also, let me tell you something"

"The bullet shot last time is really not enough to relieve your anger. I think you have been upset for a long time, Uncle Huo."

Just as Jiang Cheng rushed over to this abandoned building, the door burst open, his pupils constricted, and he felt an unprecedented shock in his heart.

A man died in a pool of blood. His whole body was twisted and his limbs were broken in a strange posture.

As for the girl, she had long hair hanging loose and her face was pale. She sat beside the pool of blood, held her head, and looked out the window quietly.

Jiang Cheng walked over step by step, not daring to touch it lightly. She turned her head and looked at him with a smile, like a greeting after tea, "You're here, Jiang Cheng."

He was in pain like a knife.

He walked over and gently hugged her, "Go home, go home, Jiaoyang. We are all waiting for you..."

The doctor's diagnosis report came out, and he looked at the young girl, unable to hide his pain and regret.

"Is it really impossible?" Old Master Sheng collapsed on the chair, calling the wind and calling the rain for the rest of his life, and at this moment he was crying.

He's just an old man who can't lose his granddaughter.

"Don't tell Jiaoyang about this yet." The four teenagers were depressed, and after countless separations between their brothers, they got together again.

"How much time do I have?" Jiao Yang appeared at the door, looking at them with a smile.

Everyone froze.

"I feel, I seem to be dying a little bit, this feeling is so amazing"