Chapter 920 You can drive back to me at any time

Chen An directly held the gun at his temple, "See for yourself, this is what you are going to inject yourself with. This is a damn poison. Are you mentally disabled? You have never touched this kind of thing before.

, now I take one pill every day..."

boom--

Mo Nanjue aimed at Chen An's feet and fired a shot. The sound of the silenced gun was very small and did not attract the attention of people nearby. He raised the gun and pointed it at the man in black, "Go get another one."

Chen An sneered, "Okay, okay, Mo Nanjue, you shot me over a woman today, right?"

"Yes," Mo Nanjue nodded, his handsome face pale, "When I come out of the hospital, you can shoot me back at any time."

Chen An turned his head and looked at the man in black standing motionless beside him, "Go and carry him back to the car."

Several men in black looked at each other, and Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who dares to touch me?"

Of course no one dared to move.

The man in black just went to get another syringe. Mo Nanjue reached out to take it. Chen An sneered when he saw this, "Mo Nanjue, if you get this injection now, don't fucking say anything about you from now on."

know me!"

Without even raising his head, Mo Nanjue bit off the needle sheath with his teeth and then pricked it into his right arm!

He moved very quickly, pushing a tube of Devils Kiss into his body in less than a second, and magma-like pleasure exploded in his forehead. Mo Nanjue gritted his teeth, stabilized himself, took a deep breath, and threw away the needle.

Looked up.

Seven forty-five.

Chen An didn't speak again, but just watched his actions with cold eyes. Mo Nanjue put away the gun and turned around to walk towards the hospital. After walking only two steps, another stab of pain hit him. There was a sweet sensation in the man's throat, and he suddenly

Spit out a mouthful of blood!

Chen Ancai turned around and heard a rush from behind. Mo Nanjue's body swayed and he knelt down on the ground. He supported the ground with one hand and couldn't help crying out in pain, "Ah——"

"What's going on?" Chen An held his shoulder with one hand and explored the artery in his neck with the other, "Is it still hurting somewhere?"

Mo Nanjue lowered his head, curled up his fingers on the ground and clenched them tightly. He closed his eyes tightly, and his voice came out from between his teeth, "Painkillers."

"You..." Chen An frowned, but he was in real pain at the moment. He knew he couldn't be stubborn, so he took out a few pills from the medicine bottle in his pocket and handed them to him, "Just do this, you fucking

It's better to die here, don't ask me to come over and collect your body!"

Mo Nanjue took the pill and put it in his mouth. He did not swallow it directly, but chewed it a few times. The taste was bitter and nauseating. Only then did he feel a little more awake and said, "Help me up."

His delicate side face was covered with beads of sweat and the veins on his forehead were tight. Chen An couldn't bear to look at it. She tightened her grip on his shoulders and said, "Jue, let go. This woman is really not worth it..."

…”

"I love her."

Chen An really wanted to slap him in the face, "You already love me so much that you don't want to give up your own life?!"

Mo Nanjue looked at him sideways, "Yes."

Chen An was startled.

Mo Nanjue stood up following his strength, and put his palms to the tip of his nose. The bone-eroding pain was truly fatal. The painkillers slowly took effect until they spread throughout his body, and his trembling hands gradually stopped.

Mo Nanjue took a deep breath again, and his blurred vision gradually became clearer. He pushed Chen An's hand away, turned around and walked towards the hospital.
Chapter completed!