Reborn Xueba: I am a giant

As long as he thought of this, Fan Qiuhong's previous hesitation and pity were gone.

He walked towards Sheng Yan step by step, Sheng Yan was so frightened that he trembled all over, and his body fell back again and again.

He realized that Fan Qiuhong's mood had changed at this moment, and he no longer had the tolerance he had before.

He had a premonition that Fan Qiuhong would do something terrible to him next, so he tried his best to avoid and run away.

It's just that in this tens of square meters of space, no matter where he goes, it won't help.

But his voice was very gentle: "Fan Yihuan, come here."

This is the name given to him by Fan Qiuhong.

Sheng Yan shook his head and continued to back up until he reached the wall. He curled up into a ball with his arms hugging his knees. It was a self-protective action, as if Fan Qiuhong couldn't do anything to him.

Fan Qiuhong was getting closer and closer to him, he was trembling unbelievably, he shook violently, and moved in another direction.

Fan Qiuhong didn't pull him, but slowly approached Sheng Yan, as if teasing a pet.

Fan Qiuhong's facial features were as deep as a knife, and there was a smile on his face, but Sheng Yan felt as if he saw the god of death from hell.

This god of death doesn't care about anything, all he wants is his life.

He whispered, "No, no."

Fan Qiuhong approached Sheng Yan little by little, he stopped in front of Sheng Yan, bent down, and put his face close to Sheng Yan's eyes, Sheng Yan was so frightened that he buried his head between the double walls.

Fan Qiuhong sneered, and took out the needle that had been prepared from behind him. Following Fan Qiuhong's movements, Sheng Yan saw the golden liquid inside.

Sheng Yan's eyes were wide open, tears welling up in them.

He didn't know what it was, he just instinctively knew it would hurt him.

Fan Qiuhong pulled Sheng Yan's left hand, Sheng Yan struggled hard, and finally even bit Fan Qiuhong, but after seeing Fan Qiuhong's gloomy face, he immediately let go.

He stabbed the needle towards Sheng Yan's heart, Sheng Yan only saw the needle with a cold light, he shook his head vigorously: "No, no."

"Dad, don't."

Fan Qiuhong's hand paused for a moment. This was the first time Sheng Yan called him that. He had used both soft and hard methods before, but Sheng Yan didn't let go, but now he called him.

But he only paused for half a second, and the needle was inserted into Sheng Yan's heart at a faster speed.

Sheng Yan groaned, and the golden blood was pushed into Sheng Yan's main artery bit by bit.

His face began to become ugly, and then his whole body convulsed like a convulsion, and he began to foam at the mouth, and later, he vomited blood.

This is a situation that the experimenters have never encountered. They either die suddenly or die after struggling in pain. There has never been a situation of vomiting blood at the mouth.

Sheng Yan's condition became more and more serious, his breathing gradually became rapid, his whole body was flushed, he kept turning over on the ground, the veins on his neck, face and hands were exposed, and his hands kept scratching where his heart was.

Soon the piece was scratched and finally turned into a bloody mess.

He mumbled in his mouth: "Dad, help me."

Fan Qiuhong remained indifferent.

Later, Sheng Yan seemed to be delirious by the medicine, and kept calling her sister with her eyes blindfolded. What he said was: "Sister, I feel so uncomfortable."

After Sheng Yan's commotion, his breathing gradually weakened, and Fan Qiuhong couldn't even see the rise and fall of his chest.