Chapter 1311

How does he know everything??

When the man saw that he took out a syringe and a bottle of colorless liquid from his coat pocket, he trembled with fear.

"...." wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't say anything in his throat.

"You look like Tianqi, but it doesn't mean you have his life." The old man calmly pumped the medicine into the syringe, and his voice was slightly tired. "Of course, you live longer than him, but you don't necessarily live better than him. He must be happy to have Joey with him in the underworld, and you? "

"..." the man's eyes were filled with fear.

I saw that all the liquid had been pumped into the syringe by him.

Men know that this medicine must be unusual.

Because the man holding the syringe today is the old man, not the two crazy women.

Once today's medicine is injected into the body, there is only one possibility waiting for him, that is death.

"I hate myself, too." The old man pushed out the air in the syringe. Under the bright light, his turbid eyes stared at the liquid. "If he didn't insist that Tianqi should marry Ye Fu, then these tragedies wouldn't happen and you wouldn't have the opportunity to take advantage of it."

Holding a syringe, the old man looked at him and said with emotion, "don't be afraid on the huangquan road. I'll accompany you." Then he reached out and shook the man's trembling hand.

"No..." the voice of the throat was very weak, but the meaning of rejection was obvious.

Because of the high tension, the man's body convulsed badly.

"This is euthanasia, specially prepared for you." The old man fixed his eyes on him and slowly drew the needle closer to him.

"..." the man's throat was as dry as a fish without water, and the fear in his eyes reached the extreme.

Before the needle went down, he said, "my life is over and I can't live for three days at most, so... Let's be a companion on the road."

The man's eyes were filled with extreme fear. He felt that he was going to suffocate.

The shivering body almost slipped out of the wheelchair.

The needle pierced into the back of his hand. The old man looked firm and his face was frozen. "..." his fingers holding the syringe trembled and watched the liquid push into the man's body. His face after vicissitudes was full of calm and calm.

End it, let it all end.

The spasm of the body disappeared a little, the needle was pulled out, and the old man threw the syringe at him.

At a close distance, he looked at the man. The old man held his hand and felt his gradually fading temperature.

The man was in a wheelchair and had given up the struggle.

His will began to slacken.

The old man said, "in fact, I hate you too, so I haven't stopped Yefu's absurd behavior."

"23 years of torture can't eliminate my hatred for you, but I hate myself more, because I played bad chess at the beginning."

"It's time to end. You and I, the two culprits, should die."

"Yefu, she should also die, but if three of us in the Sheng family die at once, the outside world will have too much suspicion."

"So, let's die first. She Yefu can't die. When she dies, the time is in her own hands."

The man's eyes closed slowly, and his pulse became weaker and weaker.

The temperature of his fingers faded a little. The old man let go of his hand, took a crutch and stood up, turned and left without looking back.