Chapter 327

Ye sanshao’s heart seems to have been beaten by someone severely, which makes him suffocate. The overwhelming pain is pure heartache and anger. Because of the extreme forbearance, ye sanshao’s bones are pinched and cackled, and his face is pale because of the forbearance.

No blood.

Ning Ning, this is his Ning Ning!

“It’s just coming. We’re not allowed to use our relationship to help you.” Chu Li said in a deep voice, his voice was a little tight. He restrained his extreme anger so as not to lose his sense. “Ye sanshao, the enemy is dark and I am clear. You should be ready to fight alone.”

They hold three lives of terrorist organizations, Ning Ning, Wei Wei and Xi. They are equivalent to cutting off the arms of the first terrorist organization. Chu Li can’t ignore three lives. He is also curious about who can handle the operation of the first terrorist organization with such great ability.

“I see!” Ye sanshao hung up the phone, his knuckles were white, Ning Ning in the photo was tied in the secret room, his hands and feet were chained, the whiplash marks on his body were very obvious, his clothes were badly beaten, and there were scars everywhere, especially the wounds on his arms, which seemed to be slipped by a knife, especially horrible. Khaki clothes were dyed red, and ye sanshao’s eyes were red How painful it is to crack.

He is still so small, how can Louis be ruthless, under this kind of vicious hand?

His small body was tied to the iron pillar in the middle of the secret room. His pink face was scarlet and swollen, which damaged the original childishness. Several strands of hair were scattered in front of his forehead, almost covering his eyes. His son looked particularly embarrassed. He had never seen such a mess before. From the moment he met him, the child had always been elegant and beautiful, showing a steady intelligence at a glance The sun was lovely and considerate to his heart, but now he saw a cold, dark smell all over his body, even a little chilly.

This is not a fabrication. He will know it by looking at his son’s deep and forbearing eyes.

No matter what kind of persecution he suffered, he always had a pair of quiet eyes, which could not be imitated by other children. It was his unique strength and unyielding, stubborn, and perseverance.

He stood so straight, with a touch of grace and a little ironic cold smile on his lips. Even though he was completely injured and suffered more pain than his age, he still kept his face. His clear and fearless eyes and disdainful sneer seemed to laugh at their stupidity, and his smile with some calm confidence and arrogance. As if he is the omnipotent Ning Ning, standing at the top, can only let people look up, never yield.

I’m the only one who can’t be profane.

This is indeed his and Anya’s treasure, such as fake exchange, they hold in the palm of their hands to protect, such as the treasure of beads, who are abused by them to be immature, and he still looks so noble.

Good boy!

Ye sanshao cheers for him. This is his good son. He stands up to the sky and is not afraid of any pain. He can handle any situation calmly. He will never be looked down upon. Although he is young, his bearing is very intimidating.

At the same time, he was heartbroken and heartbroken. This child has always been the flesh and blood of his heart. He was beaten like this. For example, ten times of the pain was magnified in ye sanshao’s blood. He would like to bear such torture instead of watching him persecuted like this.