Chen Jing saw Di Ming keep watching her without saying a word, she walked up to her and wanted La Di Ming to go to the laboratory.

But at this time, Di Ming suddenly moved.

Di Ming stretched out his right hand, easily grabbed Chen Jing's neck, and lifted her up with a slight force.

Looking at the quiet, Di Ming's beautiful peach blossom eyes were even more cruel than before.

The voice was always warm, but it was a little confused and raging cruel:

"You actually dare to drug my cat?"

"I can't bear to touch her."

“…”

Every time he said a word, Di Ming's hand would tighten a little.

The bloodthirsty deep in Di Ming's heart was clamoring to let him kill everyone here and all the people who hurt his cat...

His cat can only die at his hands. When will it be these things turn?

The others standing not far away did not dare to speak out, and endless panic surged in their hearts.

Everyone looked at each other in horror...

The five of them followed Di Ming for so long, and for the first time they saw Di Ming showing such a look.

This kind of arrogant and cruel look is like a look that has been killed by many people, and only those who crawl out of the pile of dead people will have.

No…

It is not enough to describe Di Ming’s cruelty as a pile of dead people, but it should be described as hell.

In fact, the few of them only know that Di Ming is very strong, after all, Di Ming is only in his teens now.

They never knew, nor did they think that Emperor Ming would be so bloodthirsty.

This time, they believed what Di Che said, saying that they would definitely die at the hands of Di Ming.

Finally, it was clear who Di Ming cared about.

But at this point, it seems that everything is too late.

And Chen Jing, who was strangled by the neck, tried her best to scratch Di Ming with her hands, and hesitated and said something, wanting Di Ming to let her go.

But the more she struggled, the tighter Di Ming tightened, and her struggle made Di Ming curl his lips and smile.

Di Ming's smirk was very much like the smirk that Mao Tangtang usually had small ideas, but Di Ming's smile had a little more cruelty.

Di Ming seemed to have noticed that he had subconsciously learned the "bad habit" of Mao Tangtang, and he immediately loosened his calm hand.

It is such a small gap that gives Chen Jing time to ask for help.

Chen Jing turned her head for a moment, looked at Wen Yang with bloodshot eyes, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"cough…"

"Wen Yang, save... save me."

"Warm...Warm Yang..."

“…”

Hearing Chen Jing's request for help, Wen Yang swallowed. After hesitating for a moment, Wen Yang planned to go forward to save the person without saying anything.

Xiaoz, who was closest to Wen Yang, saw Wen Yang's actions that he wanted to step forward, anxiously pulled Wen Yang back and whispered to stop him.

"Wen Yang, are you impatient in your life? Can't you tell that ** is in a bad state?"

"When you go up now, you will only die."

“…”

Wen Yang looked suffocated when he heard this, but when he heard the quiet and painful voice, Wen Yang asked in anger...

"Xiaoz, then we can't ignore calmness. No matter how much she said she has saved me several times."

"And she has saved you and everyone. If she dies like this, can your conscience be right?"

Xiao Z, who was complained, closed his eyes and continued to whisper: "Wen Yang, have you not figured it out yet?"

"Yes, Chen Jing did save everyone from **, but now it seems that it is just a coincidence, just our own opinion."
Chapter completed!