"Ha ha! If even you can, then Gu canzhao is really sad! I just told him on the phone that Lu Xiaolai was in my hand. He came here without any confirmation. He was so stupid! Ha ha ha

Yan Weizheng solemnly looked at sun Zhuohang, trying to keep his tone stable: "zero is on the way, you have achieved your goal, you can let Lu Xiaolai go, aren't you friends?"

"Don't be silly! Don't get in the way here! I won't let anyone stand in my way this time! Get out of here Sun Zhuohang stabs Lu Xiaolai's eyelid with the tip of his knife and stares at Yan Weizheng fiercely.

Tiny blood beads seeped out from the skin. Yan Weizheng was shocked and agreed immediately: "good! I'll be out in a minute! Don't hurt Lu Xiaolai! "

"Get out of here!"

Yan Weizheng finally took a look at the comatose Lu Xiaolai and went back.

Sun Zhuohang pointed his knife at landing Xiaolai's face, half hugged and half dragged her body, and moved out slowly with Yan Weizheng.

There was a window in front of the attic where it joined the corner of the stairs.

When Yan Weizheng passed the window, sun Zhuohang called out to stop.

"You jump out of here!"

Yan Weizheng looked back at sun Zhuohang: "this is the third floor and a half."

"I know! I don't care where you come from, I'll let you jump from here! Otherwise, I will blind Lu Xiaolai! "

This man is really crazy!

Yan Weizheng lowered his eyes, opened the window, climbed up the edge, and turned back with one foot on the edge of the bed.

"What are you looking at! Jump! Don't blame me if you don't jump again! "

"If you dare to hurt her, I will not let you go as a ghost."

"Jump

Yan Weizheng stepped on the edge of the bed without hesitation.

Sun Zhuohang sat on the ground with Lu Xiaolai's head in his arms. The knife fell from his hand with a bang.

He mumbled to himself numbly: "I can't go back... I have no way back... Come on, you are really powerful. You can make so many men desperate for you... They are so stupid!"

"Next... Master Gu is coming. It's time for me to retreat..."

Sun Zhuohang moves Lu Xiaolai back to the attic, locks the door, kicks the key under the crack of the door, picks up the knife on the ground and staggers downstairs.

On the second floor, Yan Weizheng holds the window edge tightly and hangs it on the wall.

When sun Zhuohang walked into the second floor, Yan Weizheng quickly climbed into the room and rushed to the top attic.

Yan Weizheng didn't see sun Zhuohang carrying Lu Xiaolai, which means that Lu Xiaolai is still in the attic.

But the attic door was locked. Yan Weizheng grasped the door handle and shook it vigorously. He couldn't open it with any force.

Lu Xiaolai's head injury is more and more serious as he drags on. At this time, it doesn't matter whether sun Zhuohang will find that Yan Wei's body bumps into the door and makes a bang again and again.

Sun Zhuohang was about to leave with his suitcase. Hearing the sound from upstairs, he walked up with the last half bucket of oil. He stood at the corner of the third floor and watched Yan Weizheng pounding against the door.

"Why are you still alive..."

"Where's the key! Open the door Yan Weizheng roared angrily at sun Zhuohang.

"Forget it, I don't have time for you. It's up to you to waste your time here."

"Bring me the key!"

Sun Zhuohang slowly raised the knife in his hand and pointed to the closed attic door: "the key is inside. Go and get it yourself."

"Asshole!" Yan Weizheng clenched his fist and kicked hard at the door.