"Miss Lan, if you're wise, I'd advise you to cooperate with us."
Fang Wwen said with a cold sneer on his face.
"Someone, come."
"Elder."
The guard outside the door walked in.
Fang Wwen instructed, "Go get the best healing medicine for Miss Lan."
"Miss Lan, dying is easy! But dragging your friends down with you is not good. Such a pretty face, it would be a pity if it were ruined. Remember to apply the medicine later on, and take care of yourself."
Lan Jiaojiao coldly stared at Fang Wwen.
"No need to look at me like that. If Qin Yi weren't opposing us, we wouldn't have captured you. If you want to blame someone, blame Qin Yi. Dying for someone like him really isn't worth it. Besides, your death wouldn't save him."
The blood on her head trickled down her cheeks, making Lan Jiaojiao look very disheveled, and she shouted angrily, "You dream of killing Qin Yi. He is a god; no one in this world can kill him."
