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"We don't have what you want." Yingsha took a deep breath, looked straight at the artist, and the artist didn't lift his head, stroking his nails with a careless look.Yingsha suppressed the anger and anxiety in his heart and said in a good voice.

What's so good about black nails? It's like being poisoned. I don't understand how black absorbs heat. Fingers are the best.

Yan Shuangfei glared at the artist fiercely. Not only did she take the blame for nothing, she even broke her finger and suffered so many injuries.Once this mess was not cleaned up, it became more and more troublesome. People said that they should accumulate more sins and sins. They have enough sins on their bodies. The knife is not far from it, but it is rare to do a good deed to save a life, so how can there be so much gossip!

It's all life!She sighed secretly, but as the saying goes, misfortune is where blessings rest, and blessings are where misfortune lies, without such a series of incidents, Luo Qinghan would not easily resolve her knots, and with herself, there are gains and losses , in fact, there is no reason to complain.

The artist was expressionless when he heard Yingsha's words. Although he didn't look at Yingsha and the others, Yingsha could clearly feel the artist's constantly suppressing aura.The two sides confronted each other for a while, but no one took the initiative to make a move. After a while, the artist slowly raised his head and looked directly at Yingsha. Not to be outdone, the two just looked at each other quietly for a long time.

The artist moved first, she slightly raised an eyebrow, stretched out her hand to hook her hanging hair behind her ear, and said clearly and calmly: "You said, isn't that thing in your hand? "

"I think what I just said is clear enough that you don't need to repeat it."

"Very good." The artist nodded, "So, where did it go in your hands? Don't tell me it's in the hands of Han Yu, he doesn't have it at all."

"It's gone." Yingsha didn't hold any weapon at all, spread his hands and shrugged, looking helpless.

Yan Shuangfei understood, scanned the surroundings, and took advantage of Yingsha's delay, quickly trying to find a way out.

"Shuang'er." Luo Qinghan pulled Yan Shuang Fei's clothes, and called her in a low voice.Thanks also to the noisy environment, and the fact that the distance between the two sides is not close, the artist's attention was temporarily focused on Yingsha, and he didn't notice Luo Qinghan's small movements at all.

"I have a plan." Luo Qinghan hurriedly said, and hurriedly stated her plan.

"No more?" The artist repeated the answer again. He was silent for a while as if chewing the word over and over again. Then his face turned cold and his eyes became sharper. "No more means being snatched away or..." she asked tentatively.

"I don't know what you, a person who specializes in torture, want to do with that thing. You just keep staring at me." Yingsha didn't answer the question, but asked another question instead.

"No." Yan Shuang Fei immediately shook his head and vetoed it.Luo Qinghan became anxious, and quickly said: "They came prepared at first glance, but they can't fight hard, there is hope for you to escape, but you are in such a panic, who knows what traps are around. Didn't you just see that thing with your own eyes? Have you seen it?"

Yan Shuang Fei's face had many sweat marks, and her voice was a little hoarse: "This time, my plan went wrong."

"Now it's not the question of who is at fault." Luo Qinghan was furious, this guy couldn't grasp the point at all, "The key is how we can escape."

"You will die!" Yan Shuang Fei's eyes were red. "Believe it or not, I am the most suitable candidate in the artist's heart?" Luo Qinghan retorted.

"I've always only done things for myself. As for what I'm planning, it's better for you not to meddle too much." The artist said slowly, "So, what's the answer?"

"It's gone, it's gone." Yingsha took a step forward and smiled mockingly at the artist.

The artist's eyes were full of gloom, but his tone was still very kind, "Then my work is in vain. I didn't expect you to be willing to throw this thing away."

"Thank you." Ying Sha had already picked up the weapon, but the artist was not in a hurry, watching Ying Sha's every move with a smile, as if he was not worried about what would happen next.Seeing that Yingsha was ready, he opened his mouth, and said coldly: "So...you have delayed enough, have you?"

"It doesn't matter if things are gone." The artist said calmly, "But what is the value of the identity token of the chief lord of the Shadow Land?"

Yingsha's face changed, the token was carried with her, and if she lost it in her hand, it was like a slap in the face of Shadowland. Not to mention the loss of her reputation, the threat of losing Shadowland is not only The artist chased and killed her alone. Those who were originally hindered by her identity, especially the remnants of hell, they wanted to cut themselves into pieces as a traitor.

"Is this something you can take if you want?" Yingsha suppressed the anger in his heart, smiled angrily, and asked.

"You'll know if you try it." The artist was careless, as if he had a plan in mind.

But for a moment, the two sides moved at the same time, and gunshots rang out. The people led by Yan Shuang Fei were all the absolute elites of the Yan family. However, the opponent had a clear advantage in numbers and seized the opportunity. Yan Shuang. Fei and the others tied their hands and feet, and soon fell to the disadvantage.

"Damn it." Yan Shuangfei was hit by a bullet in the upper arm. She cursed, but didn't continue to care for the wound, and aimed at the person in front who was about to shoot, knocking him down to the ground.

"Good skill." During the firefight, the artist did not forget to praise her for her disheveled hair, but she really couldn't hide her beauty. This woman is used to protecting her image at all times, "It seems a little bit like taking you down like this." It's difficult." The artist seemed to be thinking in distress, but there was no trouble in his tone.

"Very good!" The artist didn't make a move at all, Luo Qinghan was dragged in front of the artist by the judge in embarrassment, the Yan family was afraid of hurting Luo Qinghan and did not dare to open fire vigorously, the artist was waiting for some instructions, the two sides were in a weird trap stage of stalemate.

"Xiaoying." The artist smiled triumphantly, looking at Yingsha's ugly face with satisfaction, "I have a very important hostage in my hands now. She is your best friend's lover, and you think your face is more important It's your friend's woman who is more important." The judge knocked Luo Qinghan unconscious without any mercy.

Ying Sha felt guilty, knowing clearly that the woman was trying to sow discord and turn black and white, Yan Shuang Fei's face was gloomy, and he wondered if she believed her, and whether she had any suspicions against Ying Sha.

When the seeds of suspicion are planted, they will take root and sprout and grow into towering trees. The artist looked at Yan Shuangfei sympathetically: "If you want your lover back, it depends on your good friend." .