Chapter 133 Touching Someone Who Shouldn’t Be Touched

Ai Zhiyuan lowered his head, his expression kept changing, and finally he sighed deeply: "Someone called me before, and the other party said that if a person named Gu Weimin appeared, I must keep her..."

"What do you want to keep her for?" Leng Rui looked at Ai Zhiyuan coldly, his eyes were cold and murderous.

Ai Zhiyuan swallowed his saliva: "They said...they asked us to take turns to rape her, and it's okay to kill her, but remember to take pictures."

"Bang!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ai Zhiyuan was kicked away by Leng Rui.

Ai Zhiyuan covered his chest: "Cough...cough cough!...you...what are you doing..."

Leng Rui's chest rose and fell, and his hands clenched.

"Go to Nanshan." Huo Yan's voice was not high or low, and he ordered in a low voice.

Ai Zhiyuan's face turned pale.

Nanshan is the largest mountain range in Mingzhu City. Most people think that Nanshan has good scenery, but these gangsters all know what Nanshan is generally used for.

"You... ahem, you can't kill me!"

Huo Yan smiled with a cold look on his face: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Weiwei said that my hands can't be stained with blood."

Ai Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still worried. If he didn't kill him, why would he go to Nanshan?

...

At the foot of Nanshan.

Huo Yan looked coldly at Ai Zhiyuan, who was poured with a little honey. His face, which had always been extremely cold, finally showed a trace of satisfaction.

"Take care of the wound."

Leng Rui nodded: "Master, don't worry!"

He lowered his eyes and looked at Ai Zhiyuan, with cold murderous intent in his eyes. He took out a utility knife and cut more scars on Ai Zhiyuan.

Then he applied honey carefully.

A Biao, who was standing by, almost went crazy. If honey was applied to the wound, the ants in the mountains would drill into the wound. You can imagine the wound being densely covered with ants.

This won't kill him for a while, but it's more terrible than killing him with a knife!

"It was all done by Ai Zhiyuan. It's really none of my business. Just let me go!"

Leng Rui, who was pouring honey, raised his eyes, sneered at A Biao and said, "You touched someone you shouldn't have touched."

A Biao's face was pale, and there was only despair in his eyes.

If time could be turned back, he would rather cut off his own hand than hit Gu Weiman with that stick!

…

Dechang Middle School, Class 2 (1) classroom.

When Pang Yiqin saw Gu Weiman, she immediately stood up from her seat, ran out, and hugged Gu Weiman: "You scared me to death yesterday!"

She and Ao Leyin were sent back to their respective homes, and at the same time, they received warnings from the man.

Pang Yiqin didn't know what Ao Leyin was thinking, but she couldn't sleep all night last night.

She once suspected that Gu Weiman had been murdered, and her heart was extremely tormented.

Gu Weimian touched Pang Yiqin's head: "Let's go to class."

Pang Yiqin nodded quickly, her eyes swept across Gu Weimian's back: "Is your back okay?"

Gu Weimian shook his head.

It's just a flesh wound, the bruise will disappear soon.

But if you move too much, it will still hurt.

Zhao Yueyun walked in from the classroom door, and the morning self-study officially began.

When she saw Gu Weimian sitting in her seat, her brows furrowed: "Gu Weimian, didn't you ask for leave today?"

Ask for leave?