When An Ran felt the murderous aura and chill coming, he subconsciously raised his arms to block it.
"Ding" The large silver bracelet on her left wrist happened to block the needle that was inserted, and Bai Shiwei's needle was empty.
An Ran woke up with a start and quickly retreated.
The rain was pouring down, and dusk was gradually falling.
The street lamps in the cemetery lit up one by one, but they could not dispel the darkness, but instead made it more eerie and terrifying.
Bai Shiwei, who was soaked all over, looked like a terrifying ghost under the light, following her like a shadow and pounced on her again.
"Don't you want to prove your love for him? Don't you miss him! Why are you reluctant when I send you down to accompany him? After all, you are still afraid of life and death, and you still don't love him enough!" Bai Shiwei shouted crazily,
He held up the needle in his hand to attack An Ran.
An Ran circled around the tomb, avoiding Bai Shiwei's crazy pursuit. The cold rain poured on her face, slowly waking her up.
"Do I want to live or die? Do I love Nie Qingyu or don't love Nie Qingyu? It's none of your business whether I want to accompany him or not? Are you qualified to decide my life or death..." An Ran took off the wristband on her left wrist.
The silver bracelet was broken with both hands. The bracelet instantly turned into a sharp scimitar.
She held the handle of the knife in her hand to fight against the needle in Bai Shiwei's hand.
Bai Shiwei was startled. She didn't expect An Ran to be carrying a sharp knife for self-defense. This was beyond her expectation.
"I was kept in the dark for more than three years, and I let him down by mistake! I was wrong, but I couldn't help it! How about you, you boasted about your childhood sweethearts and a well-matched family, but you didn't abandon him when there was a slight disturbance?
She's that bitch who deserves to die to apologize!" An Ran held up a machete and defended herself bravely. "You must die even if you die! Why don't you die! You still have the nerve to kidnap me morally from the commanding heights!"
Bai Shiwei saw that An Ran had struggled out of the painful collapse. It was obviously impossible for her to brainwash her again! A trace of annoyance flashed in her beautiful eyes. Unexpectedly, An Ran seemed to be able to control Wen Jing and her delicate body very well.
Looks like that, but I didn't expect that the psychological quality is so strong.
If she knew that Huo Yan and Yue Jianguo, two of the country's top hypnosis masters, had failed in front of An Ran, one failed in hypnosis and the other failed in brainwashing, she would no longer be upset.
No matter how powerful her PUA skills are, she can't compare to a professional psychology expert.
An Ran is born with a tough character, and it is difficult for anyone to change the fixed ideas in her mind, unless she is willing to accept the change herself. It is extremely difficult to brainwash her.
"Quia! You just don't love her enough!" Bai Shiwei attacked An Ran several times but was defeated. She never expected that An Ran could actually know women's self-defense.
Bai Shiwei has also learned close combat, but she has never pursued further studies. Her fancy fists and embroidered legs are about the same as An Ran's, but the needle in her hand is far no match for the sharp scimitar in An Ran's hand.
Ah Hao has specially trained An Ran to use a machete to defend himself. The simple moves are extremely practical. He may be vulnerable to the masters, but he is more than enough to deal with Bai Shiwei, who is also half-jealous.
"I don't need to prove to you whether I love him or not!" The rain fell harder and harder, and An Ran's mind became clearer and clearer. "Who do you think you are! When Qingyu needed you most, you stabbed him with your backhand. Wait.
He passed away, and you came to me and pretended to be a judge. Are you worthy of judging me? It really makes me sick!"
An Ran struck with the blade and scratched Bai Shiwei's palm.
"Ah!" Bai Shiwei screamed, subconsciously letting go of her hand, and the needle slipped down.
The sharp needle point just hit the bare instep of her foot, directly piercing the flesh and bleeding out.
"Ah!" Bai Shiwei yelled again, this time she was scared. She knew very well what was in the needle, and it would be unbearable to even scratch a little oily skin, let alone see blood.
She stamped her feet desperately, but she couldn't get rid of the tiny needle that had penetrated her skin.
Suddenly, Bai Shiwei gave up her struggle. She slowly bent down, stretched out her trembling hand that was still bleeding, and pulled out the needle stuck in the instep.
Blood beads emerged from the needle holes on the instep of her feet, and were quickly diluted and washed away by the rain. But she knew that there were some things that rain could not wash away at all, such as viruses!
Bai Shiwei's hand was also scratched by An Ran's scimitar. There was a long bloody cut. Even if the rain poured on it, it still couldn't stop the bleeding.
But she seemed to feel no pain, and her beautiful face was covered with a layer of deathly gray, like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.
An Ran retreated subconsciously, until the opponent pounced again, and she quickly raised her machete to fight.
Bai Shiwei used her uninjured hand to block An Ran's scimitar, but her injured hand held the needle tightly and stabbed An Ran's flesh.
Even at the risk of having her palm pierced by a machete, she still had to pierce the needle into An Ran's flesh.
If you want to die, let’s die together!
After all, An Ran lacked actual combat experience. Faced with Bai Shiwei's desperate way of dying together, she didn't know how to deal with it.
When Bai Shiwei grasped the scimitar in An Ran's hand with her left hand, blood immediately poured out. But she seemed to feel no pain, and the needle in her right hand stabbed An Ran hard.
Suddenly, a ghostly shadow appeared between the two women who were fighting in close quarters. It caught Bai Shiwei's hand that was reaching for An Ran in time, and at the same time snatched away the fatal needle.
"Ah!" Bai Shiwei didn't even see clearly who that person was, and was kicked out.
"Boom!" She flew more than three meters, fell hard on her back to the hard ground, and almost fainted on the spot.
"Ah Hao!" An Ran recognized the man in front of him as Ah Hao and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. His body swayed and he almost fell down.
Ah Hao held the fatal needle in one hand and held An Ran into his arms with the other. "Have you been injured by the needle?"
Once An Ran's highly tense nerves relaxed, she couldn't hear what Ah Hao was saying in the pouring rain. She murmured to herself: "I didn't betray him... I didn't change my mind... Never..."
Ah Hao turned around, and the light of the street lamp reflected the tomb next to him. His eyes stayed on Nie Qingyu's photo, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "How come there is his tomb here..."
Obviously, he was equally surprised and puzzled when he saw Nie Qingyu's tomb.
The scimitar in An Ran's hand had slipped from her loosened fingers, and fell in front of the tombstone with a "ding", bouncing a few times, and the tip of the knife just pointed in the direction of the tombstone.
Her originally confused eyes suddenly became clear, and she hurriedly pushed Ahao away and leaned over to pick up the scimitar.
We can't let the machete point at Nie Qingyu, we can't hurt him at all...
"Ba" she closed the scimitar and turned it back into a bracelet, but did not put it back on her wrist.
"Boom!" An Ran knelt down in front of the tombstone, looking at the gentle man in the photo, she finally burst into tears.
"Calm down!" Ahao crouched down and carefully placed the needle next to the tombstone, reminding the grieving woman: "This is not Nie Qingyu's tomb, he was not buried here!"
"You still want to lie to me!" An Ran didn't want to offend Ah Hao, but she was in an extremely bad mood at this time and could no longer control her bad temper. "He is not buried here, is it you who is buried in it?! Are you with me?"
He is just as bad! Deceived me! Imprisoned me! Confused me! If you two hadn't stopped the destruction, I would have found him long ago, and I wouldn't have left him to fend for himself... I hate you, I hate Nie Canghao
!…”
"Oh, who else do you hate?" A familiar yet unfamiliar cold voice suddenly sounded behind An Ran.
An Ran's heart skipped a beat, she turned around suddenly and looked up, and saw Nie Canghao standing behind her holding a black umbrella.
The man's body is tall and strong, and he still stands upright even in the heavy rain.
He has the same handsome face as the owner of the tombstone, but his dark eyes are like a sharp sword unsheathed, making people afraid to brush it.
At this time, he was looking coldly at the woman who was kneeling in front of the tombstone crying with his eyes that were more gloomy and cold than the rainy night, as if he was thinking about how to make her suffer even more.
"It's you..." An Ran trembled. She didn't know whether it was the drenching coldness she couldn't help but the shock of his long-term lust. She hugged the tombstone tightly, as if she was drawing courage and energy from the cold stone.
She faced his terrifying gaze and bravely did not retreat. Her cold and trembling lips moved, and she uttered words of resentment: "It's all because of you that I missed the last time I spent with him. You liar! Fake!"
High imitation goods! I will never forgive you for your deception! I hate you!"
Ah Hao couldn't help but stop him, "Don't be so presumptuous!"
"Shut up." Nie Canghao shouted coldly at Ahao, but his sinister eyes never left An Ran's wet pale face. "Let her continue scolding, I would like to hear how much she has accumulated.
Resentment towards me!”
An Ran gave a self-destructive sneer and only responded: "My mouth is dirty by scolding you! Please get out of here! You have taken away everything that originally belonged to him, please don't dirty the only thing left in this world."
A place that truly belongs to him!"
Nie Canghao narrowed his icy eyes with a flash of cold light, and laughed angrily. "Ah Hao, call someone over immediately to dismantle this thing!"
An Ran couldn't believe her ears. She subconsciously opened her arms to protect Nie Qingyu's tomb and hissed: "What on earth do you want to do! He is your biological brother! You actually want to demolish his tomb..."
You inhuman lunatic!"
The smile on Nie Canghao's lips became deeper and deeper, but his ice-like black eyes were as cold as bones. His clear voice sounded like the devil Satan from hell on this rainy night: "You told me I'm a lunatic.