Chapter 1130 Being Chased and Hacked with a Kitchen Knife

The little fox was stunned for a moment, and rushed towards Han Changqing in anger.

"You are a fox, but that's all." Han Changqing teased it, and instantly felt better.

Wen Shui leaned there, yawning, staring at Han Changqing with peach blossom eyes, and said thoughtfully: "Why haven't you found the woman who bit you last time?"

"She is not from C City." Han Changqing said in a low voice.

Wen Shui came forward, stretched out his hand to poke Han Changqing's arm, and gossiped: "Has a woman bitten like that been infected?"

Han Changqing listened and looked at Wen Shui inexplicably.

The little fox listened, turned around, poked Wen Shui's paw under his body, and raised his thumb.

"Good." The little fox made a gesture in a low voice. Wen Shui looked at the little fox coldly, gritted his teeth and said: "Who asked you to touch me?"

Han Changqing saw this and stretched out his hand to pull Wen Shui over.

Wen Shui crashed into his arms, and Han Changqing covered his mouth. He pushed him back with his backhand, leaned his body against the tree, and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk."

Not far away, he saw a figure, as thin as a skeleton, walking towards this side with heavy steps, and the man's eyes were dull.

"Grandpa." Mr. Hei was roasted and smoked all over.

He lay there, looking at the figure, and recognized it as the head of the Hei family.

The head of the Hei family walked towards this side with big strides. He looked up when he heard Mr. Hei's voice. Mr. Hei coughed excitedly and said: "Cough, Grandpa, save me quickly."

"Grandpa, you..." Mr. Hei was stunned, looking at the head of the Hei family with a wrong look in his eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, and he saw the head of the Hei family holding a knife and a kitchen knife in his hand, chopping towards the iron cage. With a "clang", the red-hot iron cage was split in half.

Mr. Hei endured the injury, turned around and rushed out, and fell to the ground.

"Hiss." He climbed up in pain, and the wound on his face became extremely hideous in the dark night.

The head of the Hei family held a kitchen knife in his hand, looked at Mr. Hei coldly, swung the kitchen knife, and chopped it towards his head. Mr. Hei was frightened and stepped back, and several hairs were chopped off.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Mr. Hei was frightened and stepped back half a step.

The head of the Hei family looked up, looked at him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Kill you."

Mr. Hei saw his grandfather holding a kitchen knife and slashing at him. He stepped back half a step, turned around and ran with injuries. The head of the Hei family held the kitchen knife and chased him behind him.

"Grandpa." Mr. Hei was shocked, and his mind was blank.

That look, the demeanor, inexplicably similar.

"Could it be that grandpa was poisoned?" Mr. Hei said in a deep voice. He turned around and watched the head of the Hei family rushing towards him. He turned around and went behind the head of the Hei family and raised his hand to chop.

The head of the Hei family was hit, the kitchen knife fell, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Not far away, a car drove over.

"Mr. Hei." The bodyguards rushed over and saw that Mr. Hei's skin was a little burnt, and the gauze on the wound was also torn off. How could he still look like Mr. Hei?

Mr. Hei stared at them coldly, turned around and got into the car without saying a word.

The doctor examined the head of the Hei family. Afterwards, he said to Mr. Hei: "Mr. Hei, I'm afraid he was hypnotized and poisoned. His mental state is unclear. It should be that his mental state is controlled."

Mr. Hei listened, opened his eyes suddenly, and glanced at the doctor indifferently.

"The mental state is controlled?" Mr. Hei murmured, leaning forward, looking at the side of the head of the Hei family's neck, his fingertips holding one side.

Looking at this mark, and the head of the Hei family's expression.

"It seems that I underestimated him too much." Mr. Hei clenched his fists and kept controlling his emotions, but his black eyes were bloodthirsty and scary.

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