The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 97 The Overlord’s White Moonlight Is Back (9)

"Master, this woman's origin is unknown. For your safety, I can't let you take her back!"

When Fusang passed by Song Yanzheng, he grabbed his arm.

The young man's eyes fell on Song Yanzheng's hand holding Fusang's arm, his eyes were dark and cold, with a sharp cold light.

Song Yan watched him grow up, and knew his every expression like the back of his hand.

Looking at the young man's cold eyes as if spitting poison for only a second, he only felt his scalp numb and his muscles tensed, as if he was facing an enemy.

The next second, the young man pulled out the knife again and stabbed Song Yanzheng's shoulder hard.

All five centimeters of the blade pierced into the flesh.

Song Yanzheng let go of his hand in pain.

The boy didn't even look at him, he took Fusang's hand and got into the waiting car that had already been parked by the side of the road.

Fusang looked back at Song Yanzheng, who was staggering in pain and insisted on following them.

A mask of pain hangs over his face.

Which mental hospital are these psychopaths?

After fastening his seat belt, the boy found that Fusang was still looking at Song Yanzheng, with a trace of dissatisfaction appearing between his brows.

He lowered the car window, looked at Song Yanzheng on the side of the road, raised his delicate and thin chin slightly, with arrogance and arrogance: "I can't sit down anymore, you can walk back."

The young man pursed his lips, his brows were cold, and his eyes were cold and emotionless.

The arc of the thin lips was very mean and indifferent.

Song Yanzheng let out a silent wry smile, the knife was still stuck in his shoulder, half of his body was numb from the pain.

He lowered his head, respectful as always: "Yes, young master."

Unlike Song Yanzheng's indifference, when facing Fusang, the young man had a cute sweet smile on his delicate and beautiful face, and the dimples on his lips were faintly visible.

This little thing has two faces!

"Your name is Ming Si?"

The young man nodded, his clear and beautiful eyes filled with clarity, reflecting Fuso's shadow.

My surname is Ming...

This surname is rare, and there is a person named Ming in the memory of the original owner.

Ming Zhan.

The original owner's boyfriend before being kidnapped.

His eyes fell on Ming Si's snow-white and beautiful face, could this kid have something to do with Ming Zhan?
Fusang was obviously looking at him, but it was obvious that his thoughts had drifted elsewhere.

Ming Si's eyes darkened, he hated her not focusing on him.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain on the back of his hand, and Fusang's thoughts were pulled back.

She saw that a long and thin silver needle was stuck on the back of her hand at some point.

"What is sister thinking?"

Ming Si pulled out an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, his picturesque eyebrows and eyes were arrogant and indifferent.

Fusang sighed.

"My sister is thinking that Ming Si is so beautiful, so many people must like it?"

Even though it was the second time hearing Fusang praise him for his beauty, Ming Si still blushed shyly.

All the indifference disappeared in an instant, and the delicate lips curved happily.

He smiled brightly, and his bright eyes were full of starlight.

"Mingsi only likes his sister."

Fusang pulled out the needle on his back and hid it in his pocket.

Immersed in the joy of Fusang's praise, Ming Si didn't notice her small movements.

(End of this chapter)