rebirth of wrong love farewell

In front of a small alley on the back side of the remote Fifth Avenue, far away from the bustling, a yellow QQ car with a tragic shape was abandoned under the corner of the wall.

A pool of solidified dark red bloodstains stretched from the doorless back seat all the way to the outside of the car. The shocking bloodstain seemed to be dragged and thrown out of the car by someone directly. A large amount of blood was splashed on the cement floor.

On another busy street about 500 meters away from the entrance of this sparsely populated alley, two low-key black commercial vehicles parked quietly on the side.

Four men in black stood surrounded by the two sides of the car, looking solemnly at the zebra crossing at the intersection of the street.

Although the passing pedestrians looked at them and the obviously specially-made commercial vehicle with surprised or probing eyes from time to time, they also instinctively stayed away from that area.

A soft "dumb" sounded from the car door, and the four bodyguards still stood there expressionless, but their bodies were tense, and their ears were sensitive to catch the slight sound coming from the car.

Soon, the car door was opened from the inside, and a pair of beautiful long legs stepped out. The beige slacks were worn on the perfect legs that seemed to be poured from jade springs, giving off a youthful movement.

The person who got out of the car turned around in the next moment, and closed the door softly, blocking the strange and curious eyes from outside.

The hem of the beige coat was smoothly placed on her thighs, and the bright red scarf around her neck also slipped down and fell into the girl's light-colored knitted sweater.

A few strands of long hair scattered on her face set off her skin, like moonstones rippling from streams, with soft ripples of white clouds, but what is indifferent is the chilly phoenix eyebrows, reddish eye sockets, condensed into ice In the heart of her eyes, that indescribable special beauty makes her whole body exude a shock that touches the soul like a painting handed down from generation to generation.

Looking up at the two bodyguards coldly, Lan Youruo leaned against the car without saying a word, her silent and condensed appearance made the aura around her as cold as a knife's edge glowing with murderous intent, and made the The backs of the two bodyguards she was staring at with a faint cold light were clammy and cold.

The invisible stalemate made the air in this area gradually become oppressive and breathless.

As two o'clock approached, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased, and at this moment, a black commercial vehicle that was distinctive at a glance suddenly appeared at the intersection of the street.

Before the car came to a complete stop, the door of the back seat was opened, and the boy in the light blue coat jumped onto the road, and then looked at the girl with a cold face.

Looking at Lan Youruo who had a cold face and didn't look at him, Liang Nuoyi's eyes darkened, and he walked towards her slowly.

The two bodyguards who silently endured her oppressive aura looked at the boss who appeared, and breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, then knelt on the ground and waited for the boss's treatment result.

Although he didn't think of it at first, he was rescued in time later.

Although it frightened the protection target a little, it was still intact...

Liang Nuoyi ignored the two kneeling on the ground and walked past them. He looked at the girl who was close at hand, pursed his lips, and finally called softly: "You~"

Looking at Lan Youruo who was still indifferent, with worry and vague fear in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and touched her face slowly and gently. The clammy body temperature came from his fingertips, making his heart feel warm. Sudden shrunk into a ball, uncomfortable as if being hit hard in the vitals, twitching and hurting badly.

Resisting the soreness in his heart, Liang Nuo stepped forward and hugged her tightly, feeling the stiffness of her whole body, the temporary loss of control due to extreme stimulation.

What he had experienced before was that she changed from an ordinary person to a bloodthirsty mercenary who only knew how to kill under the extreme ruthlessness of losing all emotions and leaving her obsession alone.

"Liang Nuoyi." Her voice sounded in his ears emotionlessly, with an uncontrollable ruthlessness, "I want to kill someone."

"Okay." Liang Nuo patted to soothe her nerves that were about to lose control, and his voice was full of indulgence, "Whoever you want to kill, I'll get someone to kill you for you."

He tilted his head and kissed her hair, and said in a soft magnetic voice: "Such beautiful hands should not be stained with unclean things." Just like your pure soul.