However, her two iron hands grabbed her shoulders tightly, and no matter how An Lan struggled, she could not break free.

Zuo Jing collapsed into a ball in pain and fell to the ground. Her face was pale, but she still tried hard to shake her head and said with her lips trembling: "Lanlan, I'm not, it's okay... don't worry..."

"How is it, is it exciting? It's just the beginning, take your time!" Mailinlin smiled and patted An Lan's face, signaling her subordinates to continue.

Seeing the vise clamping Zuo Jing's other finger, An Lan was shaking her head desperately and said in tears: "No, don't torture Zuo Jing, come on me, come on me!"

"Go to you? You think beautifully! An Lan, you will always have this Virgin Mary's face, saying that you will count your sins on your head, and you are willing to stop others!"

"I really can't stand your face! The most selfish person in the world is you. What qualifications do you have to live and what qualifications do you have to compete with me for a man? Do you want to stand up for her, right? I don't want to let you go. I just want everyone who cares about you because you are injured and die, and take action!"

Mailinlin's hideous face was twisted, and her hatred for An Lan was not only penetrated into her bones, but had already pierced into her soul!

As long as An Lan can make him feel pain and sad, the more violent it is, the better!

She likes to see An Lan crying and sad, so that she can soothe her hatred heart.

With Mailinlin's order, the pain gritted her teeth and escaped from Zuo Jing's lips...

Her face was snow-white, and her clenched lips had blood oozed out, while her slender five fingers were left with three complete ones, and her middle finger was left with some flesh, hanging on it, swaying.

Her eyes were so painful that she protruded, but she bit her lips tightly and prevented herself from crying.

At this moment, the only thought in her heart was that she didn't want An Lan to feel guilty...

An Lan watched Zuo Jing's hand be cut off, and a shrill cry came out from her mouth—

She suddenly broke free from the clamp, ran to Zuo Jing and hugged her, crying, "Don't hurt Zuo Jing!"

With one hand on her arm, Zuo Jing's face turned pale in pain, she barely raised a smile. She grabbed An Lan's hand tightly and said with her trembling lips: "Don't... don't ask them! The more you ask, the more proud they are..."

"No, I can't watch you get implicated... Jingjing, I'm sorry for you!" Tears of regret kept falling, An Lan shouted sadly and blamed himself. His misty eyes saw scarlet blood, all of them were Zuo Jing's.

"Don't, don't cry... Lanlan, I have never blamed you... You are my best friend. For you, I can even live without you..."

"No, no! You have to live well, I can't..."

An Lan cried and shook her head, her heart was so painful that blood continued to flow. She hugged Zuo Jing tightly, turned her head to look at Mailinlin and said, "I agree to whatever conditions you want to make. It's okay for you to deal with me, but I beg you to let Zuo Jing go... She has shed so much blood, and she will die if she continues!"

"Are you begging me?" Mailinlin condescendingly, snorted coldly, crossed her legs and looked at An Lan disdainfully.

Upon hearing this, An Lan put down Zuo Jing without hesitation and knelt down in the direction of Mailinlin!
Chapter completed!