"You asked me more than once, and I answered more than once, but you still can't hear me," Butong stood up, picked up the syringe and walked to him slowly step by step. "Lin Che, I'm tired, and I don't want to get tangled up with you anymore. From now on, you will never threaten Jingchen again..."

"Tongtong, you can't do this to me..." Lin Che's pupil suddenly I can die in anyone's hand, but I can't die in you! You don't do this to me, when I beg you... "

" you beg me? " Butong seemed to hear some big joke, and he laughed coldly, "is it useful...