Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Seeing the girl staring at her wound, Mo Chen thought she was frightened and quickly hugged her in his arms: "Don't be afraid, it's really just a minor injury and it will heal soon."

Loud noises came from outside the door one after another. It was the sound of hotel room doors being broken in. The men in black were searching room by room.

He hugged her tighter.

"You will hide in the corner behind the bed later. The bullets coming in from the door will never hit there, Qianqian... I will definitely take you out and we will go home together."

Even if it costs him his life.

He would take his girl back to their home with him.

"I believe you, Mo Chen."

Lan Qian leaned gently against him.

Of course they would go home together, and none of those who hurt him would be left alive.

After Lan Qian simply bandaged his wound, the men in black also came into the room.

boom! boom! boom!

There was a loud bang on the door again and again.

Mo Chen's eyes turned cold and he took Lan Qian and hid her at the back.

"Stay here and don't move."

He gave instructions and confirmed once again that there would be no danger in this place before picking up the pistol again and walking towards the door. While moving, the two magazines turned rapidly in his hands, the empty magazine fell to the ground, and a new magazine was instantly replaced in the gun.

Those tea-brown eyes were no longer as dull as before, but something was concentrated in the depths of them, cold and dark, just like the invincible king of hunting in the dark night.

The door was finally knocked open.

At the same moment, a bullet was fired almost silently.

The man in black at the door fell to the ground before he could see the situation inside. There was another "bang" and the other man in black went to accompany his companion before he could react.

"it's here!"

The other men in black noticed the situation here.

Lan Qian stood up and listened to the footsteps running towards the room. Her face was expressionless. She only moved the knuckles of her right hand slightly, and a light blue ring slowly appeared.

She clenched her five fingers slightly, and a blue-white light invisible to others flowed from her slender white fingertips toward the man, forming a faint glow around his body, like an invisible barrier.

Then the light branched out and spread to the door.

"Where is Jiang Song?"

[Room 1101 on the th floor, host, do you want? ]

The little dumpling asked.

Lan Qian's eyes became more and more indifferent, and a hint of coldness appeared on her delicate face: "Didn't he go to great lengths to arrange a meeting with me? Of course I should go to the meeting."

[Ah? But now...]

The little dumpling glanced at the door where the gunfight was going on.

I can’t go out now.

Lan Qian did not intend to go out of the door. She looked at the protective barrier of faint light that had just been set up around Mo Chen to make sure that he would not be hurt by bullets again, and then walked to the windowsill of the room.

Her movements were very light and graceful, without making any noise, and there was a wall between the windowsill and the door, so Mo Chen did not notice her leaving.

[Host... Host, the master won't find out, right? ]

The little dumpling watched his host land on the window easily, and then with a leap that was impossible for an ordinary person to accomplish, he quickly jumped to the sixth floor just above the room.

"I'll be back in a few minutes."

With those men in black distracting his attention, he shouldn't notice.

Lan Qian walked out of the room on the sixth floor and went up to the eleventh floor at an extremely fast speed without any delay.

"Dong dong dong."

Jiang Song, who was waiting in Room 1101 on the th floor, heard a knock on the door. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was two minutes to eight o'clock. It seemed that the person he had agreed to meet had arrived.

He got up from the sofa, confirmed the visitor through the peephole on the door, and opened the door with confidence.

"Miss Lan is here," Jiang Song said with a smile on his face, "Please..."

Before he finished saying the word "come forward", his voice suddenly stopped and the black muzzle of a gun was pointed at his head.

The smile on Jiang Song’s face froze.

Even the little girl's face was full of questions and surprise.

[This... Host, where did your gun come from? ]

This isn't right. It was clearly following its host, so how come it didn't notice that she was carrying a gun?

"I just picked it up when I was looking for my car keys."

Lan Qian said lightly.

The fingers holding the pistol moved slightly, and were about to pull the trigger.

"and many more!"

Jiang Song shouted hurriedly.

He didn't care how much the information he had obtained from the investigation of the woman in front of him was different from that of the woman in front of him, and hurriedly said, "Don't you want to know Mo Chen's secret? Don't you want to know what kind of person you are with every day? Do you know where Mo Chen is now?"

He had just received news from his subordinates that Mo Chen was trapped in a room on the fifth floor and could not escape.

"Mo Chen is in a life-or-death situation now, don't you want to save him?"

As he spoke, he reached slightly into his pocket.

Hearing this, Lan Qian finally glanced at him calmly.

But this simple glance seemed to carry an invisible sense of oppression, which made Jiang Song couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

what happened?

He is a god in the realm of Qiongling God, and a capable subordinate of Lord Yan Yao. How could he be frightened by a woman from a small world?

But before he could think about the reason, he heard the calm and indifferent voice of the woman opposite him:

"You hurt him, so..."

"Damn it."

boom!

The bullet left the gun and hit the target without any error.

Jiang Song fell to the ground in disbelief.

It was as if he couldn't believe that the other party actually fired a gun, and he couldn't believe that he would die so easily at the hands of a woman who looked so weak.

[Ahem,] Seeing this man die so easily, Xiaotuanzi coughed twice, [Host, I didn't expect you to shoot so decisively. I thought you would ask him something.]

For example, who is he and why is he here?

Lan Qian slowly put away the gun.

"Never heard of a villain dying from talking too much?"

She's not a villain though.