Pure love emperor less blackened daily

Chapter 2 Manzhu Shahua
Ten hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Fengxue stepped on the land of the motherland and took a deep breath.

Xia Guo, I'm back.

Dragging a small suitcase, she walked leisurely all the way, her parents should send someone to meet her.

The girl's desolate and refined temperament was particularly conspicuous in the crowd. Many people at the airport cast their eyes on her one after another. Almost everyone couldn't look away after seeing her exquisite and perfect face.

In this era when cosmetics and plastic surgery techniques are spread all over the world, there are many beautiful women, but there are not many who have such a beautiful temperament and face that is so shockingly beautiful as the girl in front of me.

Even though she was only wearing the simplest clothes, her gestures and gestures were casually elegant and luxurious, her brows and eyes were slightly cold, and every frown and smile was enough to pull people's souls.

In front of her, more than a dozen bodyguards stood in a row. The middle-aged man at the head looked respectful, with kindness in his eyes, bowed his head and said to her: "Miss, welcome back."

Seeing the bodyguards behind him, the corner of Xiao Fengxue's mouth twitched: "Uncle Wu, why did you bring so many people here?"

"It's the chairman's order."

She held her forehead, "OK, then don't follow, just stay in the villa and watch over."

"Can……"

"Uncle Wu, I will tell Dad about this in person." She interrupted him, and she understood both Uncle Wu and his father's thoughts, but now she is no longer the delicate little princess she used to be: "Didn't Dad send you a gift?" Have you got a car for me? Take me to pick it up."

Uncle Wu opened his mouth. Seeing her stubbornness, he could only nod in the end, bowed to Xiao Fengxue, and made a gesture of please, "Miss, please."

There are several security personnel standing near the spacious underground parking lot. The interior is well-equipped, and there are many famous cars parked on the clean floor. Obviously, the cars parked in this parking lot are all rich or expensive people.

However, among this pile of famous cars, there is a fiery red convertible sports car that is extremely conspicuous and stands out among many famous cars.The flamboyant red color, the unique shape design, every part of the body is perfect to the extreme, Xiao Fengxue recognized it as the latest model at a glance.

She smiled lightly, feeling a little warm in her heart. She saw this car in a magazine a few days ago, and was thinking about when to get it for fun. She didn't expect her father to get it for her so soon. .

She resolutely threw the suitcase to the bodyguard next to her, stepped onto the driver's seat, took out an oversized sunglasses from her bag, and directly covered half of her face.Start the sports car, and with a click, it disappeared at the end of the street corner in the blink of an eye.

Slam on the gas pedal, sit on the fiery red sports car, shuttle between the lanes in a high-profile manner, and shuttle through this bustling city...

Xiao Fengxue was wearing earphones in the car, which played deafening heavy metal music, but her expression was indifferent, and no emotion could be seen in the pair of beautiful eyes under the sunglasses.There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, showing a bit of coldness and playfulness.

It's been three years, and she hasn't returned to China for three years.

Time can change a person a lot. Three years ago, she was self-willed and innocent, a little princess of an empire who lived in a castle. At that time, she didn't understand anything, thinking that happiness was within reach. Her ignorance and innocence made her He almost lost his own life.

Three years later, she came back as a king.

She is Xiao Fengxue, the only daughter of the well-known Xiao Yu Group in the federal platoon, and her family background is self-evident.

At the same time, she is also 'Manzhushahua', the leader of the god group that everyone in the Tao fears, a woman who is not inferior to the world's number one killer but has not been ranked in the killer list. She is not only a myth in the killer world, but also She is the queen of arms, and there is no weapon she can't play with.

Manzhushahua, also known as Bianhuahua, is said to be a flower that blooms on Huangquan Road. It symbolizes death and all kinds of grief in the world. Few people know that its flower language is desperate love.

How suitable for her...

Mysterious and enchanting, with the breath of death, it lures people to embark on the road to hell.

Beneath the weird mask is despairing sadness.

In the middle of the night, on the deserted streets, the faint orange street lights sprinkled on the road.

The fiery red convertible sports car has been specially remodeled, and the engine emits a unique sound as it crosses the black night.

Finally stopped in a dark and damp alley, the car door opened slowly, a pair of [-]cm black high heels and two white slender legs landed on the ground.

The tight black leather jacket outlines a woman's fiery figure, which is enough to make any man's blood boil.

only……

Under the left collarbone, there is a tattoo of a red manjusawa in full bloom, the bright red that weeps blood, which looks even more intoxicating in the dark night.

But it was enough to make everyone on the road change their faces.

The woman raised her bare hands lightly, tied up her waist-length hair neatly, put on a dazzling silver wig and a black peaked cap to hide her face, and tied the miniature pistol in her hand to her thigh with a belt.

Da da da….

The high-heeled shoes made a clear and strange sound in the dark alley, as if the steps of the god of death, every step is determining the life and death of people.

In Furong Hotel, there are several bodyguards outside the room at the end of the corridor on the eleventh floor. They are all uniformed in black. You can vaguely see a black thing protruding from their bulging pockets, which is a Desert Eagle.

In the room, Lei Qing was lying on the bed after washing, his slightly fat body directly sunken the bed sheet, and was about to call some young ladies to come up to serve him, and felt a bit of chill for no reason.

Click—a slight sound came from the window.

He looked for his reputation, and suddenly his heart trembled. A slender black figure could be vaguely seen behind the off-white curtains.

"Who!" One must know that this is the eleventh floor...

Hei Ying raised his hand and opened the curtains, and saw her slim figure and black tight-fitting clothes. Her short silver hair reflected cold light in the moonlight, and the curtains rolled behind her with the wind, looking like an angel in the night.

However, Lei Qing knew that the visitor was definitely not a kind person.

"I'm the one who came to spend the last time with you." The woman walked towards him slowly, her voice was sweet and pleasant, but the chill in her bones couldn't be hidden.

He wanted to retreat, but found that there was no way to retreat.Then he saw her holding a delicate pistol in her white fingers and holding it up towards him.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, which was the sound of the bullet from the silencer gun sinking into the heart.

Lei Qing widened his eyes, "You..."

The plump body fell on the bed, and the bewitching blood gradually spread from the chest. Just before falling down, he saw the fiery red tattoo on the woman's left collarbone shining strangely under the dim moonlight.

It was a manjusawa in full bloom.

A bright red lip was exposed under the black peaked cap, and he blew on the muzzle of the gun, then jumped out of the window, slid down the wall with the steel wire on his waist, and returned the same way.

The bodyguards in the corridor outside were still carrying out their duties with a blank expression, completely unaware that the target they were protecting had stopped breathing...

(End of this chapter)