Twelve aristocrats

"Yes, my words are superfluous. I shouldn't waste time on you. How can a dead organization that doesn't spare even pregnant women care about ten-year-old children?" An Xiaoruo's sneer was ironic, but, Yinqian still doesn't care.

I don't care about other people's cynicism about the death organization for a long time. They are bad, they are murderous monsters, and they are the source of everyone's fear. So what, even if they are scolded by the world, they don't care.

"Shang, let's go." Yin Qianshang didn't intend to explain, because he didn't think it was necessary. Since the death organization is destined to be a cruel and bloody organization, in her eyes, it is already unbearable, so why should he explain.

Yin Qianshang glanced at An Xiaoruo indifferently, and then disappeared on the rooftop with Yin Qianshang.

An Xiaoruo immediately grabbed Fanyin Ransheng's sleeve, and returned to the appearance of that weak little girl: "Sheng, you don't allow me to touch him, do you want to see him die like this?"

An Xiaoruo couldn't bear to look at Sheng Yujie who only showed silver hair. She was really afraid that he would die like this. He was only ten years old! (was 11 years old!)

It is really hard to imagine, what kind of torture did they inflict on him?

It was even a hundred times more serious than Bei Yinzhe, who was covered in bruises all over his body. Why is the death organization so terrifying, far more terrifying than Ivan Xia.

Fanyin Ransheng patted An Xiaoruo on the shoulder, and said softly, "Don't worry, I will save him."

Sanskrit Ransheng walked to the side of the blood pool, his silver eyes showed a bit of distress, soft ripples appeared, the death organization's punishment was really harsh enough to torture a ten-year-old child like this.

Sheng Yujie's endurance seemed to exceed the limit of human beings, and he was able to withstand such torture. Maybe such a person will definitely have higher achievements when he grows up.

If he didn't save him, maybe a genius like him would die.

An Xiaoruo looked at Sanskrit Ran Sheng's delay in saving Sheng Yujie, thinking that Sheng could not think of any way to save her, so she suddenly thought: "Sheng, didn't you give me a purple pill last time? You also Give him one, and even my terminal illness can be cured, and it will definitely save him."

Fanyin Ran Sheng was already gathering energy, but was interrupted by An Xiaoruo's kind words, the white light that gradually gathered around him dissipated in an instant, and Sheng's expression turned uneasy.

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He didn't even know what to say about An Xiaoruo, at best he was naive, at worst he was an idiot!

Sheng let out a breath, and raised his silver eyes: "Do you think anyone can take that medicine?" Not to mention, Ran Sheng, the Sanskrit voice, has to crush it himself!The medicinal effect is to treat the inside but not the outside.

Sheng was also fortunate that the medicine was effective, otherwise, he would have kissed Sheng Yujie. He has no interest in men, nor does he want to.

"Uh! What should I do then? Can I help?" An Xiaoruo looked at her in confusion.

"As long as you don't speak, it will be considered as a help." Fanyin Ransheng really has a headache!

"What do you mean! You think I'm noisy!" An Xiaoruo lowered her head and muttered to herself.

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