The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Su Mucheng smiled. She looked up at the beautiful stars in the sky and said, "We all shine like this."

Fu Shuang was puzzled. In her confused eyes, she saw the girl suddenly turned around. The breeze blew her hair forward and gently wrapped it around her cheeks. Under the refraction of the street lamp, she looked like an elf walking out of the night. He walked closer to her step by step, as if he wanted to pull her from the darkness to heaven.

She said: "Fu Shuang, be mine."

Fu Shuang, who was shrouded in infinite hope just now: "...?"

Su Mucheng's generous arm crossed her shoulders: "Be my coach."

“The super personal kind.”

Fu Shuang: "..."

This sister's aura is really ever-changing, it's a super free and seamless transition.

Now she is not as cold as she was against Brother Zhantou just now. Now she is like a naughty sister who wants to abduct a minor.

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r city.

In a dark building.

Mo San covered his shot arm and stared at the floor, where their brothers were fighting for their lives.

Squeak ---

There was a harsh brake sound, and Mo San turned around to see Mo Yanchen, dressed in black, getting out of the car with a stern face. Behind him were Lin Yan, Mo Wu and Mo Qi.

Mo Yanchen slammed the car door and walked towards Mo San.

"How about it?"

"Master, the goods are in their hands."

They suffered a loss in the hands of people, so they were unable to get the goods back.

The fierce fighting inside suddenly stopped when Mo Yanchen appeared, and the leader, Rong Ye, walked over with his hands in his pockets.

The people behind him pointed their black guns in the direction of Mo Yanchen.

Mo Yanchen curled his lips, but didn't take it to heart. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit it, and turned his head to light the fire.

Burning flames danced in his eyes, illuminating his cold brows. A faint smoke lingered on his handsome outline, and his eyes were gloomy and dark.

"You are very brave to rob my goods." His voice was cold and cruel.

Rong Ye laughed, twirling a pistol in his hand: "Who doesn't know that Mr. Chen's goods are all top-notch things, and who doesn't want top-grade things?"

Mo Yanchen stared at Mo San's arm, the dark color in his eyes getting darker.

He opened his eyes and took a quick glance. It was very thoughtfully arranged, and snipers were also arranged.

Lin Yan, Mo Wu and Mo Qi stood around Mo Yanchen with serious faces.

"want to."

Mo Yanchen threw the burned cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the toe of his black shoe. When he looked up again, the gun in his hand was already pointed at Rong Ye's head.

Rong Ye, who had been staring at him, almost didn't see when he took action.

At the same time, Rong Ye's people pointed their guns at Mo Yanchen, and Lin Yan and others also pointed at them.

The scene was stalemate for a while.

The snipers in the dark are even loaded and ready to shoot at any moment.

Mo Yanchen curled his lips and smiled. His cold white fingers and black hands formed a strong contrast. He gently pulled the trigger with his index finger and said in a calm voice: "You said it was my bullet that penetrated your head faster, or theirs?" The bullet is hitting me fast?"

Rong Ye's expression tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to point his gun at Mo Yanchen. Before he could move, Mo Wu's gun pressed against his wrist.

The cold touch is dangerous.

Rong Ye gave up raising the gun and turned to look at Mo Yanchen and smiled: "Master Chen, you have few manpower now, so impulsiveness will not benefit you."

"It doesn't matter if there are few people, as long as I have you."

Rong Ye's expression changed, and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

Mo Yanchen chuckled lightly, staring at Rong Ye with eyes that couldn't conceal his solemnity.

"Who hit your arm? Hit it back."

Mo Sanxiao, their father is the real father.

He held the gun, walked unsteadily behind Rong Ye, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the shoulder of a small boy with a flat head.

Without hesitation, he fired two shots.

The little flat head immediately covered his shoulders in pain, gritted his teeth and let out a scream. He shot him once, but he shot him twice!

After the beating, Mo San felt relieved, and he felt that all the frustration he had just felt was gone at this moment.

Very happy.

Scarlet red appeared in Rong Ye's eyes, and he glared at Mo Yanchen with a sinister look. The veins on the back of his hands were obviously bulging.

"Master Chen, that's a bit too much."

"Those who robbed my goods and injured my people said I went too far in bullying them."

Mo Yanchen curled his lips and said coldly and arrogantly: "If you think this is it, then it is."

The implication is that I just went too far in deceiving others.

"Hand over the goods."

Rong Ye gritted his teeth. He had long heard that Master Chen was ruthless, but he finally saw it today.

Not only cruel, but also crazy.

Looking at the black muzzle on his forehead, the man's fingertips lazily rubbed on the trigger, as if the gun would accidentally go off.

Rong Ye swallowed down the frustration in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Only half of the goods are left, and half of them have been shipped away."

Shipped away.

Mo Yanchen's eyes darkened, but he did not put down the gun in his hand. Rong Ye waved back: "Bring the goods out."

Boxes of neat guns were placed on the ground. Mo Yanchen glanced at them and saw that half of them were indeed missing.

It moves very quickly and will be transported in batches.

After he had the goods taken away, he shot Rong Ye in the knee, jumped in the car and left.