You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu picked up the bag that was thrown on the ground and took out the mobile phone inside, his eyes instantly seemed to be killing someone, his terrifying aura was even more compelling, and the surroundings were full of bloodthirsty being released from Lu Yanmu's body. Killing intent.

Even Song Yuan, who was already accustomed to Lu Yanmu's anger, already felt that Lu Yanmu at this time was terrifyingly powerful, not like a person at all, but more like a Shura who had returned from hell with blood oozing blood everywhere.

Song Yuan stood behind him, he didn't dare to move, stood stiffly, and didn't dare to speak, for fear that if he spoke, he would add fuel to the fire and make Lu Yanmu want to kill him regardless.

Song Yuan! You have to find out the whereabouts of Qingmang within half an hour, otherwise... Lu Yanmu's voice seemed to be poisoned, and the rest of the words were not spoken. Song Yuan also already knew what Lu Yanmu wanted to express. .

If Miss Qingmang is all right, it will be fine. If there is something wrong, I am afraid that she will never die, and the third master will be crazy.

What sin did you do to endure such pain?

Song Yuan didn't dare to look at Lu Yanmu's expression of wanting to kill at this time, and he didn't dare to delay in the slightest.

They just learned from Leng Shuang that Yan Qiu not only wanted revenge on the third master, but also wanted Miss Qingmang to die.

If Miss Qingmang falls into their hands, how can she live?

Thinking of this, he became even more flustered.

In less than five minutes, Qingmang found out why he came here.

Lin Suqing in the same dormitory had a car accident, Qingmang was called over to take a look, and then something happened.

Lu Yanmu sat in the monitoring room of the hospital, coldly watching some clips about Qingmang falling out, his whole body was full of bloodthirsty chills that made people dare not approach and dare to speak.

The monitoring room at this time was already an ice cellar in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, and the exhaled breath was so cold that no one dared to take a breath, for fear of annoying the Lord in front of him.

The dean was also a little shivering. When this master came over, there was countless chills mixed with it, and his brows were full of anger that wanted to kill. Just the glance at him made him feel like he was looking at a dead person. All the blood froze.

After standing here for less than five minutes, he already felt that he was too cold to stand, his legs were trembling, and he couldn't stand.

Sure enough, this master is just like the legend, but he is young like the Yama King in the Yama Temple, and he does not dare to despise him.

The dean saw that Lu Yanmu had not said a word since he came in, and directly let the people he brought to operate in the monitoring room. After the operation, he stared at the monitoring screen for a long time.

He stared at the surveillance screen, but he couldn't see anything.

After communicating with Song Yuan with his eyes, Song Yuan could only reply with a slightly apologetic look, and by the way, he would comfort others and not speak lightly.

At a time like this, even he was a big enemy, not to mention the rest.

Lu Yanmu watched for a while, then finally withdrew his gaze, turned his chair, glanced at the people present, and finally fixed his gaze on Lin Wanying, who was standing at the back with her head lowered.

You... Lu Yanmu lightly opened his thin lips, and his breath became frosty.

When the crowd saw Lu Yanmu speak, they trembled involuntarily.