Chapter 1272

Ai Tingze cherishes his life very much.

He felt sorry for his niece and wanted to avenge her, but only if he had to live well.

My life is gone, who the hell will avenge me?

Still counting on this crazy sister in front of her?

Oh shit!

Don't fuck him, he's Amitabha!

Mrs. Song, with disheveled hair, was thrown into a burning ball of cloth by her own brother. It should be that the curtains upstairs burned and fell outside.

Mrs. Song screamed and rolled, but only extinguished the fire on her back, and the hot cloth stuck to her, scalding a large area of ​​Mrs Song's back.

Even the hair was burnt a lot.

Such a big movement didn't make the vulture gang take a second look, they just glanced at it and ignored it.

They need to find someone who can connect with those from the imperial domain.

"There's a basement, there's a basement!"

Those who desperately searched nearby found the hidden basement through the underground garage.

Ai Tingze saw several people running in the same direction, and probably guessed that they had discovered something, but they didn't go together.

Instead, he squatted halfway in front of the screaming Mrs. Song, without a trace of sibling warmth in his fierce gaze, "If you make a fuss about me, I'll go buy a porcelain jar and put you back in it."

Mrs. Song has always been playing tricks on her own, but she didn't expect to fall into her brother's hands, and when she heard the fierce voice, she gave a slap in the face.

Just now, she didn't control herself, and almost made a big mistake again.

"Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong."

With tears streaming down his face, he looked at his elder brother miserably, "I was confused again just now, I dare not, I will never dare again."

She can't die yet.

Even if it's death, you have to drag that bastard, An Xia!

After all, she is his own sister, and there is an old lady at home, so Ai Tingze can't be like himself, put his own sister in a porcelain jar and take it back.

Unless, she finds her own death and runs into the hands of the vulture gang.

"Next time, I'll just kill you!"

Ai Tingze, who bit his cheeks so bumpy, finished his harsh words, and immediately looked in the direction of the people rushing together just now.

As for Mrs. Song, he didn't care anymore.

I didn't check the severity of the burns.

I can't die anyway.

An Xia did not die, Ai Tingze was relieved.

The dungeon has an iron door, and the iron door is open, which means that someone took An Xia away and set fire to the villa before leaving.

In the car, Mrs. Song knew that An Xia was not dead, she cried and laughed, and the burn on her back was painful, but she ignored it.

In her ear, Ai Tingze warned her, "They will find An Xia tonight, and they will definitely not survive. I will find a way for you to see An Xia, but! You can't kill her yourself!"

"No, I won't kill her. I don't have the ability to kill her now. I just need to know that she will die." Mrs. Song covered her face and said deeply.

No one could see how terrifying the madness on her face was.

As long as she sees An Xia, she will definitely kill her!

Will!

Because when she came out, she had no intention of going back alive.

As long as she can kill An Xia, she can take her own life!

Ai Tingze with a gloomy face looked at his sister who buried her head. After a while, he said solemnly: "Okay, I will trust you again."

Mrs. Song did not respond.

She refuses to communicate.

Responding too much will only make people around you notice more.

Seeing this, Ai Tingze tightened his mouth tightly.

He also didn't fully trust his own sister, if he really had to choose between his own life and his own sister's, he would—

Choose yourself!

The two brothers and sisters had their own thoughts, they kept silent all the way and followed the vulture gang to look for An Xia at night.