Chapter 1885: Please, you go!

So, she ran to find Mrs. Jones, but ... still underestimated the other's cruelty.
Murong Mian pulled Mrs. Murong out, and then let go of her, letting her sit on the ground, no matter what, she turned and walked to Mrs. Jones, who was still twitching and foaming.
At this point, she had blurred the flesh and blood of the exposed skin, and the whole person was almost unconscious.
She lay on the ground, hitting the ground with her head.
For the first time, the drug user may die like this if he can't survive it.
Especially, Mrs. Jones prepared the kind of one-time addiction and could not quit the new type of poison for life. It is estimated that only herself can know the pain and suffering.
Murong Mian looked coldly, picked up Mrs. Jones's clothes, and threw her into the box where Mrs. Murong had just lay.
As soon as she lay down, the snake and insects crawled on her, especially her body had a strong smell, and the bare wounds on her arms and neck kept bleeding out. Soon, the wounds were covered with insects.
Mrs. Jones rolled, twitched, and mourned. For her, the so-called lower was probably that.
She wanted to capture Murong's family, tortured Mrs. Murong, and wanted Murong to die.
But what she had prepared for them now fell on her own.
Mrs. Murong said to him, "Let's go ...."
Mu Rongmian didn't move. He checked it in the basement and poured out all the contents of Mrs. Jones's bag. He couldn't find what he was looking for. He asked, "Where is the medicine?"
Mrs. Murong was breathing more and more quickly, and her lips were beginning to turn purple. She shook her head: "I'm fine, I'm not poisoned at all, she's ... fooled you."
Mu Rongmian glanced at the unconscious Mrs. Jones, narrowed her eyes, walked over, lifted her up, rummaged where she could hide things, and found nothing, she threw her away in disgust.
He looked at his hands, disgustingly.
Murong Meng rudely dragged Mrs. Murong: "Go to the hospital."
Since no antidote was found, he could only rush to the hospital. If he could save her, he would save it. If not, that would be her life.
He did everything right, and if she died, it was her life.
Mrs. Murong shook her head, and she gasped, "Land ... Randy, I'm very glad you can come, you go quickly, leave me alone, if you don't leave, you will be too late & amp; amp; ..."
Mu Rongmian said coldly, "Can you shut up and talk less?"
"I beg you, go now, Randy ..."
Mu Rongmian ignored her, dragged her with one hand, and held up the urn on the ground with one hand, and went up.
But after taking a few steps, he slowly retreated.
The muzzle of the black hole was just less than two meters away from him. He backed down and the gun went down.
Murong Mian returned to his place, and he slowly lowered Mrs. Murong.
Mrs. Murong looked at the person coming down and was annoyed. If it wasn't for her impulse, now, he doesn't need to fall into such a dangerous situation, it is her fault.
Mu Rongmian's eyes stared at the four people coming down from the top, the middle-aged man standing in the middle, wearing a decent handmade suit, wearing a tie, with a fat figure, walking on the street, presumably like the gentleman advertised here.
The three people around him each had a gun in their hands, all of which were aimed at him.