Under the two men's surprised gazes, Song Jiao stood up like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, and lightly untied the ropes on her body, as if this bondage was just a child's play to her.
There was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and with every step he took, the two men's hearts would beat several times.
"What is going on?" Huo Ling frowned, his tone revealing his barely concealed astonishment and anger. "Didn't they say she was anesthetized? Why can she wake up now?" He turned his head abruptly, his eyes shooting at Na Ronglan like a knife, and questioned.
This matter was arranged by Naronglan.
Now people are awake?
Na Ronglan was forced to take a step back by Huo Ling's gaze, and then she said stubbornly, "How do I know? How do I know this will happen? That person clearly swore that anesthesia had been injected. I'm not a doctor, how do I know she can wake up so soon?" Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into almost a muttering.
Song Jiao looked at Huo Ling with a playful look in her eyes, "Why? Isn't it good to be alive?"
This sentence seemed to step on Huo Ling's tail.
At this moment, Huo Ling seemed to have fallen into an endless dark abyss, with a heart full of resentment like a blazing flame, all because of that woman - Song Jiao.
Everything he had was gone because of her.
He gripped the dagger tightly, and with anger and despair in his heart, he rushed towards Song Jiao like a tiger descending from the mountain.
However, his fierce attack seemed so vulnerable in front of Song Jiao.
As soon as he approached, Song Jiao easily knocked the dagger in his hand down, followed by a swift knife-hand strike, and the man fell down like a dead tree.
Looking at the unconscious man on the ground, Song Jiao's lips curled up into an evil smile. She turned her head and looked at Na Ronglan not far away.
That glance seemed to penetrate Naronglan's soul and make her feel a chill.
"You...you..." Na Ronglan's lips trembled and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
Her eyes were filled with fear and disbelief. The Song Jiao in front of her was like a demon crawling out of hell, wanting to devour her life and suck her blood.
Every time Song Jiao took a step forward, Na Ronglan took a step back in fear.
She stopped only when she had no way to retreat, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness. "What do you want to do?" Her voice trembled, revealing her inner fear.
Song Jiao smiled lightly, and that smile revealed a chilling coldness. "What do you want to do to me? I want to do the same to you."
Her words were calm and firm, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.
"No, you can't do this to me, killing is illegal!" Naronglan screamed, his voice full of despair and fear.
She looked around, trying to find a life-saving straw, but there was nothing around her except air.
She frantically called out to the system in her heart, "System, help me! I think this woman wants to kill me! If I die, the mission won't be completed!"
Her heart was filled with panic and helplessness, and she kept calling the system.
"I can't do anything about it. Things have come to this. Don't expect me to help you. I really can't help you!" The system's voice echoed in Na Ronglan's mind, full of helplessness and powerlessness. Although it possessed great power, it could not interfere with the affairs of the real world.
"What? Weren't you happy when we were plotting just now? Why are you scared now?" Song Jiao fiddled with the dagger in her hand, speaking word by word. A bloodthirsty sneer played at the corner of her mouth, as if mocking Na Ronglan's cowardice and incompetence. Her eyes revealed a chilling coldness, as if she wanted to devour Na Ronglan completely.
Naronglan's body seemed to be frozen by frost. She felt as if her legs had lost sensation and she could not move.
Her eyes were fixed on the dagger in Song Jiao's hand. The sharp blade flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if it would cut her throat at any time.
"You...you don't do this, I...I know I was wrong." Na Ronglan's voice trembled, and she tried to soften Song Jiao's heart with a pleading tone.
However, she knew very well that this woman would not let her go easily, because she had thoroughly experienced Song Jiao's methods and determination.
Song Jiao looked at Na Ronglan coldly, without a trace of pity or sympathy in her eyes.
She walked up to Narong Lan and looked down at her as if she was looking at a tiny ant.
"Do you know you're wrong? Unfortunately, there's no medicine for regret in this world." Song Jiao's tone was cold and firm. The dagger in her hand lightly scratched Na Ronglan's cheek, leaving a shallow blood mark.
Na Ronglan felt a sharp pain and she widened her eyes in horror, looking at the dagger in Song Jiao's hand.
She knew she had no way to escape and could only let this woman control her.
"Song Jiao, I beg you, let me go. I... I don't want to die." Na Ronglan's voice was full of despair and helplessness, her tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
Song Jiao looked at Naronglan's pitiful appearance, but there was no ripple in her heart.
She could even attack the man she liked in her original world, let alone her?
"Let you go? When you attacked me, did you ever think of letting me go?" Song Jiao's tone revealed strong sarcasm and ridicule.
She swung the dagger in her hand again and slashed towards Naronglan's neck.
Blood slowly seeped out from Naronglan's neck like thin threads, and her face turned pale in an instant, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
At this moment, she suddenly realized that the person in front of her was definitely not the weak Chen Yao.
Her voice trembled as she shouted in disbelief and horror: "You are not Chen Yao! You are definitely not Chen Yao!"
Song Jiao raised her eyes slightly and revealed a smile as bright as the spring sunshine, but there was a cold chill in that smile.
She parted her red lips slightly, raised her hand and made a hushing gesture at her lips, her voice soft but icy cold: "Of course I'm not Chen Yao, but, Na Ronglan, your life can only end here!"
Before Naronglan could make any sound to beg for mercy or struggle, Song Jiao had already pulled him quickly and decisively.
In an instant, the blood on Naronglan's neck gushed out like a faucet with the floodgates opened, dyeing the world in front of her red.
After completing all this, Song Jiao calmly ordered, "Tuanzi, get started. Erase all my fingerprints from everything. The police should be here soon."
Tuanzi immediately and faithfully carried out the order, using its mysterious power to wipe away all the fingerprints left at the scene. Simultaneously, it deftly manipulated the dagger, seemingly returning it to Huo Ling's hand. Song Jiao slowly walked to the chair and, with a flick of her finger, the rope that had once bound her returned to its original shape.
After arranging everything, Song Jiao let her consciousness fall into a deep sleep.
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