Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot-Chapter 343 - : End
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Chapter 343: End
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
âSun Luo? Are you still alive?â Ji Jing looked at the token left and right. The words on it were already blurry and difficult to read.
She gave up on studying the token and planned to ask the person involved personally.
âI fainted.â Xu Tian pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly and pointed at Sun Luo, who was curled up on the ground like a meat paste.
This child did not show any mercy. His punches hit the flesh, and his knives cut through the flesh.
However, Xu Tian persuaded the doll to spare Sun Luoâs life. Xu Tian was just euphemistically saying that. Sun Luo wasnât fainting. He had obviously lost blood and fainted.
âHave you vented your anger a little?â Xu Tian asked carefully. There was no signal on his phone. Was there still a chance to call an ambulance? Was this person really dead?
âNo, I havenât.â âBut Iâve changed my mind,â the doll said coldly.
âWhat?â Ji Jing was stunned. The doll didnât seem to have thought it through. It seemed to have a new plan.
âIâve decided. I wonât kill him.â â Iâll let him take away what he wants. Then, when he thinks heâs succeeded, Iâll completely destroy everything he has! fre ewebn ovel
Hahaha!â
ââŚâXu Tian silently thought that it was indeed better not to provoke this doll. âI canât let Master take away his things, but itâs not difficult to make an identical replacement.â The doll sneered at the guy on the ground who was on the verge of death after being slashed four times. It threw the silver ring to Sun Luoâs side.
âYou-just watch, all of you. Watch what he does. Watch how he dies!â The doll poked Sun Luo with its long sickle.â Didnât you want it? Here you go.â
The others saw the terrifying Yin Qi that was wrapped around the new white ring.
âAll of you can leave.â The doll raised its scythe without any explanation.
âNo, wait! Tell me clearly, do you want toâŚâ Ji Jing frowned as she spoke, but she was no faster than the doll who had made up her mind.
âPhew- â
A gust of wind whistled past. Ming Ze protected Ji Jing in his arms while Xu Tian tried his best to block the wind.
âWoo-â
The wind gradually died down. When Ji Jing raised her head again, she found herself standing outside the apartment building.
âNo, she, this, is this in reality or in the array?â Xu Tian was dumbfounded when he opened his eyes.
âReality.â Ming Ze said lightly.
âWhat? That doll suddenly sent us out just like that?â Xu Tian was a little confused.â That kidâs mood changes faster than the weather. How can he change his mind just like that?â
Ji Jing looked around and tried to check the windows of the upper floors.
âJust this?â Xu Tian sighed.â After all this time, I seem to have investigated everything, but I havenât found anything.â
ââŚâJi Jing felt the same way. She had a feeling that this matter was not over yet. They would come back sooner or later.
âLetâs leave first today.â Ji Jing sighed and looked at Sun Luo, who was on the ground. Blood was gradually seeping out of his body.
Since the live broadcast had been cut off, Xu Tian could no longer maintain his image. He called the ambulance in disgust and asked someone to take Sun Luo away. Xu Tian only heaved a sigh of relief when the miscellaneous matters were over.
An outdoor live broadcast started off like a tigerâs head but ended like a snakeâs tail. It started off lively and ended in a muddle.
Two days later. Early morning.
â Hah!â Ji Jing opened her eyes abruptly and breathed heavily.
She dreamed of a pair of black hands!
An inexplicable pressure pressed down on her, making her unable to breathe. There was also a strange chill, as if she was being stared at by something.
What kind of dream was this? Ji Jing calmed her breathing. How could she not remember anything?
Yes, she had had similar dreams for two days in a row, but every time, she only remembered the feeling and could not remember the contents of the dream.
TokenâŚFor some reason, Ji Jing cared a lot about that token.
Ji Jing had put it in her bag, but it had disappeared when they left the apartment building.
Xu Tian said that someone might have taken it. At that time, there were other people downstairs. However, Ji Jing felt that something was wrong. Who would steal a token?
Ji Jingâs thoughts were a mess.
â Ring-â Ji Jingâs phone rang. She picked it up.
âLittle Taoist priest! Shall we go to the ghost market?â A familiar voice rang out..