When he had said this, he turned his face and raised his hand to his men, who understood and quickly put a syringe into his hand.
Seeing the syringe in her hand, Ye Wei's heart suddenly gave birth to a very bad premonition.
She subconsciously retreated, but behind her was the corner, and she could not retreat.
"What do you want to do, He Lianjue?"
"Ye Wei, are you curious about what's in this syringe?" With a smile, He Lianjue's red lips were redder. In addition, his skin color was particularly white. The extreme white and red were interwoven. It looked more evil and horrible, like a vampire who had just drunk human blood.
Without waiting for Ye Wei to speak, he said quietly, "You will know when I put the syringe in your face!"
With that, he put the sharp needle into Ye Wei's face.