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Chapter 354 Does Your Heart Hurt?

Chapter 354 Does Your Heart Hurt?

风～

Blow gently.

Ye Changqing's murderous face became even more terrifying.

Fang Song broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

At this time, he had already believed what Ye Changqing said.

It doesn't matter how they were killed.

He was thinking about how to escape: "Let's talk it out nicely.

Don't be impulsive.

If you think my compensation is too little, I can add more money.

How about 300,000? No, I'll give him one million.

A person's life is only worth 700,000 yuan, I will pay him 1 million yuan." Ye Changqing looked around, trying to find someone he could kill.

Walked up to the fire hydrant and broke the glass.

Took out the fire axe inside.

He had never hated someone as much as he did at this moment, and felt that killing him with one punch was too easy for him.

Fang Song thought Ye Changqing agreed, but he didn't expect him to come back with an axe.

He was so scared that he wanted to run, but his legs were weak. He looked at Ye Changqing in horror as he walked towards him with a fire axe. He was so scared that he continued to raise the price: "I'll pay for it all.

1500000?

two millions?

three million?

Ten million is enough, right? "

Swish~ The fire axe fell with a sound of breaking through the air.

An axe fell on Fang Song's knee.

Click~

There was a sound of a kneecap cracking.

Fang Song screamed, covered his knees and fell to the ground, making a sound like a pig being slaughtered.

But when he saw Ye Changqing raise the fire axe again, he didn't bother to shout and quickly begged for mercy: "I will compensate him 20 million.

This is the money of thirty lives.

Don't do it.

How much money do you want?

Please speak! "

Ye Changqing at the top of the tower is indifferent to money, as long as he asks.

Now, in order to save his life, he is willing to pay Ye Changqing any amount of money he wants.

The red fire axe was once again eliminated.

Click~

Fang Song's other leg was cut off at the knee.

Ah ~

A sharp scream was heard.

Everyone present felt as if their ears were about to be pierced.

Ye Changqing held up the blood-drenched fire axe and asked word by word, "I just want to ask you if it hurts?"

Fang Song's face was distorted with pain: "I...it hurts...it hurts so much.

forgive me.

The pain was unbearable. "

Ye Changqing said coldly: "If you have money, you can buy a pain pump! Ask the doctor to use it on you."

Fang Song seemed to have just remembered this question. He turned around to look for the doctor, only to find that the doctor had already collapsed on the ground in fear.

He shouted, “Doctor, I’ll give you money, one hundred thousand yuan.

fast!

Give me a pain pump!

Hurry up!

I just can’t stand it anymore!”

He was in so much pain that he lost the ability to think and didn't care why Ye Changqing suggested this.

He just wanted to stop the waves of pain that were like tides that were making him almost faint.

The doctor stood up shakily, found the pain pump, and suddenly remembered something. He looked at Ye Changqing and asked, "Can I...can I...use the pain pump for him?"

After asking, he looked at Ye Changqing holding the fire axe in his hand, with blood dripping from the axe.

He suddenly regretted it.

Ye Changqing said coldly: "Okay."

The doctor was stunned, then quickly walked over to Fangsong, inserted a retention needle into him, and then adjusted the speed of the pain pump.

Fang Song's ferocious expression gradually relaxed.

The pain was instantly reduced to a mild level.

He sighed deeply: "Ah~~~~~"

Ye Changqing asked coldly, "If I spend money and use a pain pump, will the pain go away?"

Fang Song nodded: "Much better..."

Halfway through his speech, he immediately realized that something was wrong: “Please let me go.

How much do you want?

I give you money?" A fierce light flashed in Ye Changqing's eyes, and he swung the red fire axe in his hand again.

The blood on the axe was thrown out by the axe's rapid centrifugal force.

Blood fell on Fang Song's face like rain.

Some of it even got into his eyes.

He closed his eyes in fear.

At the same time, the sound of broken bones rang in my ears.

His heart tightened.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a sea of ​​blood in front of me.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his eyes.

The moment I raised my hand, I felt a lot lighter.

He turned and looked at his arm.

He saw half of his arm raised, and it was actually severed in the middle, with blood gushing out from the severed arm. His hand was on the ground.

He suddenly realized something.

She was so scared that she shouted at Ye Changqing: "You...what are you doing?

Can't I just give you money?

Is there anything that money can't solve?

If you think it’s not enough, I’ll give you more!”

Ye Changqing's face was icy cold, and his words were as chilling as if they came from a thousand-year-old ice cave: "You are right, there is no problem that money cannot solve.

I cut off my hand and spent money on a pain pump.

It won’t hurt anymore.

Is it right? "

Fang Song was confused by this question, but he didn't dare not answer: "It doesn't hurt.

So money... is a good thing. Money can buy everything.

I give you money, and with the money you can buy whatever you want."

He tried every possible way to persuade Ye Changqing to accept the money.

Only in this way can you save your life.

sigh~

The fire axe fell again.

Click~

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

Another hand was also cut off.

Ye Changqing asked with cold eyes: "Does it still hurt now?"

Fang Song was so frightened that he lost his soul and fell into despair.

Both legs and hands are gone.

He felt that Ye Changqing was crazy: "You...what do you want to do?" Ye Changqing continued: "Let me ask you one more question, does it hurt?"

Fang Song felt like he was going crazy from being asked such questions. He was sure that the person in front of him was mentally ill.

He couldn't understand why he, who was rich, powerful and had connections, fell into the hands of a psychopath.

Seeing Fang Song remained silent, Ye Changqing raised his voice again: "Let me ask you, does it hurt?"

Fang Song gritted his teeth and wished he could bite Ye Changqing to death, but there was nothing he could do now.

He now only wants to stay alive: “It doesn’t hurt… I spent money on a pain pump.

It doesn’t hurt.”

Ye Changqing asked coldly: "Does your heart hurt?"

The muscles on Fang Song's pale face twitched.

This sentence hit him hard. His legs were broken.

Both hands were chopped off.

He is now disabled.

He was so heartbroken that he almost went crazy.

He moved his mouth a few times without making any sound. He took a deep breath and said with a painful expression, "It hurts..."

Ye Changqing said coldly: "Money can't solve all problems.

It's like you broke a limb.

Just like Song Xingsheng had both his legs broken by you."

yes~

Money can't solve the problem.

Fang Song was regretting it so much at this moment. He should not have relied on his wealth to bully a guy whose legs were broken by him.

"I regret it, I...I was a little too extreme just now.

He broke both his legs. I broke both my legs and both my hands.

I paid the price, please spare my life."

He felt the blood in his body was constantly draining away, his strength was getting weaker and weaker, and he could barely speak.

He just wanted a chance to survive.

Regret?

Ye Changqing said coldly: "Due to the pollution from Jishi Pharmaceutical Factory, so many people in Wujia Town have contracted terminal illnesses.

What about their lives?"

Wujia Town?

Fang Song suddenly realized that something was wrong: "You... who are you?"

Ye Changqing continued: "Who am I?

You pay to hire killers from Ruyitang and Yiwulou.

To kill my family. Don't you know who I am?"

Fang Song's scalp suddenly felt numb.

His eyes widened in horror: "You...you are Ye Changqing!"

puff~

The red fire axe fell.

It sank into Fang Song's chest.

Blood gurgled out from around the fire axe.