At this time, Xue Lingyun heard a sound from the second floor. Her little hand holding the chess piece trembled violently.

Horses walk two, chess pieces landed on the ground, and a dense and crisp sound came from the second floor.

Get out of the car!

Middle-aged men do not play according to the rules at all. They implement the law of dying together.

As the saying goes: a general does not leave the nine palaces, and a soldier cannot follow him. The elephant flies to four corners of the camp, and the horse moves at every step and rushes at every point. The cannon must hit one son by one, and the carriage walks straight to the west and east. Only the soldiers can only take one step, and cross the river and advance and retreat without a trace.

Xue Lingyun was in a mess.

Killing in a small space, making a sound!

"What do you really need?" Xue Lingyun looked at the man opposite him with a glaring glaringly and asked, "What do you really need? I really don't understand the meaning of your doing this. The longer the time goes on, the more unfavorable it is for you?"

"It's not that we don't work hard, it's that they're too cunning." The middle-aged man looked at Xue Lingyun and said, "Maybe, you can go back soon. We have no malice towards you. You should see this."

"Yes. I can see that. That's why I can pluck the courage to sit here and play chess with you." Xue Lingyun nodded frankly. "Who do you have any malice towards?"

"A guy who gave us a headache." The middle-aged man was playing with an exquisite chess piece in his hand. "Don't worry, I guess you'll meet soon."

"Zhao Ziyue?" Xue Lingyun guessed with a pale face. "He is just a student. Why do you want to deal with him?" Lingyun also felt a little against her will after saying this. Zhao Ziyue's identity is very complicated. She is both the boss of the gangster in Xiangshan, a senior leader of the special forces, a cosmetics salesman, and a college student. But now, Xue Lingyun only hopes that Zhao Ziyue's identity is a simple college student.

The middle-aged man looked at Xue Lingyun thoughtfully and said with a smile: "No wonder he came to save you at risk. You are indeed worth it."

"You can't stop him. No matter what he does," Xue Lingyun said confidently.

"Is that true? Are you so confident in him?" the middle-aged man simply spread his hands and threw down his chess piece and asked.

"He has never disappointed me." Xue Lingyun made a sound general!

"Including this time?" the middle-aged man asked unwillingly.

"Including every time!" The chess are like a battlefield. Xue Lingyun completed another killing.

Bang!

The door upstairs is opened.

"It seems I'm not too late."

A man covered in blood walked down. The man limped and his left arm was hanging softly. The blood stained his entire arm red. However, the man's face smiled softly.

Xue Lingyun screamed, jumped up from the sofa, and flew towards the limping man. Tears were falling like rain.

Many years later, when Xue Lingyun recalled the wonderful time she was with Zhao Ziyue, it was not his bad smile, his cool posture when he fought, his domineering force kissing himself, or even the ambiguous night when the two of them were sleeping together. It was the scene of him limping down from the upstairs with one leg hanging down with one arm.

At this moment, she knew that she would never forget this man in this life.

"It seems that our chess game is about to end. It's honor to be a chess friend with Miss Xue." The middle-aged man said with a chuckling. When he smiled, the face that was too ordinary had a little spirit. His voice was calm and his expression was firm, and he did not get lost because of Zhao Ziyue's sudden intrusion.

Seeing Zhao Ziyue, the middle-aged man knew that his boss's ghost hand was probably in danger. It seemed that this man was not ordinary terrifying.

Indeed, if he saw the Chinese Tiger List Tanhua Ghost Hand being inserted into the ghost hand's throat with his own knife, I believe he would feel that the man in front of him was even more terrifying.

Life is like a chess game. Since each person is his own master, he must do his best to know the destiny of heaven.

As he spoke, the middle-aged man had a knife in his hand, and he stretched forward with his other hand and grabbed Xue Lingyun who was close to him.

"Xue'er! Hide!" Zhao Ziyue shouted loudly. He swung his right hand hard, and a coin roared toward the middle-aged man's forehead. Then, he jumped with one leg and his body rushed towards the middle-aged man like a blood-stained arrow.

Behind him, a sharp knife with a cold light was deeply nailed into the stairs.

The middle-aged man lost the attack from east to west, lowered his head and avoided the flying coins, and another shiny pistol was added in his hand. He raised his gun and pointed it at Zhao Ziyue who was rushing up. A grim smile appeared on his face.

"No!" Xue Lingyun shouted, and turned her body and rushed towards the black muzzle.

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots came.

Zhao Ziyue felt his soul trembling. He completely ignored the gunshot wounds on his body and kicked the middle-aged man away with anger. He hugged Ling Yun, and he was so nervous that he was trembling all over. Cold sweat was flowing.

"Xue'er!" Zhao Ziyue shouted heart-wrenchingly.

Xue Lingyun shuddered, her face pale, stretched out a small hand, gently stroked Zhao Ziyue's thin cheeks, and said, "I'm fine. If you are shot, please let me go. Let me get up." Xue Lingyun struggled to stand up.

Zhao Ziyue looked down at Ling Yun's body. Strange! He clearly heard the gunshots, but why was there no wounds? Did he hear it wrong?

Looking up at the middle-aged man, I saw blood flowing from his hands and forehead holding the gun. Two bullets shot from two different directions.

The doors on both sides were pushed open.

Xiaojing, a blood wolf in a black suit, walked in with a gun indifferent expression. What Zhao Ziyue unexpectedly was that the other person who walked in was Ao Lingyun in white.

Ao Lingyun held a golden desert eagle and said coldly: "I owe you a life, I'll pay it back today." After that, the handsome guy in white turned around and walked out in an extremely cool manner.

"Brother Qilin, are you okay?" Xiaojing ran over and held one of Zhao Ziyue's arms and asked.

"Fortunately, I won't die for a while." Zhao Ziyue said with a wry smile. No one who was shot twice would feel good.

"How do you feel about you?" Xue Lingyun asked anxiously when she saw the blood-clamped clothes on Zhao Ziyue's body.

"It's okay." Zhao Ziyue took Xue Lingyun's hand and was caught by two people and walked out of the villa. Along the way, he saw many people lying in a pool of blood, but the murderer lost his trace. Ye Qiu knew it was Xiaojing's masterpiece. He had always been Zhao Ziyue's third hand hidden in the darkness. He would solve the problem that Zhao Ziyue was inconvenient to do.

When they arrived at the door, the door was pushed open from outside. A van rushed over. After the three of them entered, the car disappeared without a trace. As soon as they left, a raging flame ignited in the Villa Pris.
Chapter completed!