"So, probably he hid in one of his own bases."

A series of words hit Shi Yuanmu.

As he finished speaking, the elevator door opened and Ming Zhao Lilisso walked out.

For some reason, she suddenly felt very relaxed at this moment, as if a heavy position in her heart was floating in the wind.

She did not hide her emotions. She curled her lips, curled her apricot eyes and smiled.

Ming Zhao looked good-looking, and his apricot eyes smiled more like a hook that could attract souls. He leaned against the wall and tilted his head slightly.

The look is amazing, aloof and cool.

Shi Yuanmu stood there for several seconds, his eyes deep like the sea, and he didn't follow for a long time.

Ming Zhao leaned leisurely against a pillar waiting for him, and his mood seemed to be very good.

My thoughts were a little confused.

Those complex and sour emotions, those unknown jealousy, those not-to-right moods...

At this moment, it became overwhelming and complicated under her openness.

It was like a bitter soup that suddenly mixed with a lot of sugar, suppressing all the strange smells, even making him feel a little sweet.

"I'll look for it with you."

After a while, Shi Yuanmu walked over and spoke softly.

The passage had been cleared by Shi Yuanmu's men, and there should be no omissions, so he did not take a wheelchair.

The tall man was stained with a smell of blood, but Ming Zhao didn't feel it was unpleasant.

She nodded, "Okay."

The two did not act too intimately, but when they looked at each other, their souls were very close.

The shadows are entangled on the ground, and rely on them together, and are inseparable.

At the same time, the fragrance in the house has burned out.

Situ Heng's five fingers gradually could move. His face looked ugly. A strong flame appeared in his bright blue eyes. He reached out and grabbed the sofa tightly.

He used all his strength.

The fragrance has a great potential, just like a person who drinks a lot of wine, feeling drunk and out of control.

His mind was a little confused and his body was numb.

But after only a little strength was restored on his arm, he had already begun to grab the sofa with all his might and tried his best to get up.

After a few quick attempts failed, he simply reached out and threw a cup.

With such movements, someone must have rushed in to check the situation, but Situ Heng had a good hearing. He also heard some of the movements after Ming Zhao left just now, probably knowing that his people were almost gone.

The surroundings are quiet.

Situ Heng was anxious, his eyes seemed to be on fire. The next second, he simply reached out and pressed the fragments into his palm.

Blood is everywhere.

Red is a color that Situ Heng likes very much.

Glorious, bright and bloody, representing killing and cruelty, but it is extremely beautiful.

He closed his eyes, and the pain indeed accelerated his body's recovery. He stumbled and stood up with the wall, and finally walked to the door with a staggering step by step.

Situ Heng opened the door with a hand.

His clothes were already messy, but they were far from the picture they could see.

Although most people are just unconscious and still not dead, it is not an exaggeration to say that "corpses are everywhere" in such a scene.

The whole corridor fell down and formed a huge carpet that stretched to the end of the corridor, with no place to stay.

Obviously, this was not done by Ming Zhao.

Did she call for reinforcements?

It was just like this short time that he did not see Xiao Zhaoer calling for someone.

Situ Heng's eyes were revealed and his body suddenly became blank, his mind was blank.

He then immediately checked the surveillance camera, opened the window and looked down at the bottom of the building.

The floor was very high, and he couldn't see anything even when he looked down.

But his eyes were still frozen in one place...

There, a black luxury car parked, and two small shadows in the field of view walked shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to shoulder and sat in.

At such a long distance, even if you have good eyesight, you will definitely not be able to tell the appearance of the two people. But for no reason, Situ Heng just felt a chill and rushed into his heart.

——Xiao Zhaoer came here to find something.

——Xiao Zhaoer lied to him.

——Xiao Zhaoer...I don’t want him anymore.

These three sentences circled repeatedly in his mind, causing his heart to tighten and felt a strange pain.

In the palm of my hand, the beautiful crystal ball still emits a warm temperature, even a little warmer than before.

But Situ Heng felt cold.

A lingering cold.

He narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and quickly mounted a sniper rifle, and steadily placed it on the window.

Although his hand was so annoyed that his eyes fell below, and the sight quickly aimed at the two figures.

It is better to kill by mistake than let go.

This has always been Situ Heng's criterion.

He could have aimed at the person below, and if his intuition was right, he would have eradicated the person she cared about now.

If the intuition is wrong, it is just a irrelevant person who dies, and there are ways to solve it.

But at this moment, his hands trembled.

But after a second of hesitation, the time has passed.

The door below closed and drove away quickly.

Situ Heng could not verify whether he was right or wrong, but it seemed as if his body had completely lost strength. He let go of his hand, threw down the gun, and fell to the ground.

"Xiao Zhaoer..."

He murmured softly, his eyes narrowed, as if he was trapped in some memories.

Situ Heng remembers it very clearly.

When he got Xiao Zhaoer, she was so small.

She lay in the exquisite and high-tech smart stroller, her beautiful big eyes were like the purest and most shiny gems in the world, precious and flawless.

Yes, those eyes are pure and clear.

But at that time, Situ Heng was already trapped in the mud, his eyes filled with dirty hatred and his hands were covered with blood.

He is like the most evil mud in the world.

But she... was like the flower blooming from the white clouds.

Situ Heng was in a very wonderful mood at that time.

With a sense of success and a pleasure of destruction and revenge, he was obsessed with the warmth and crystal clearness in his eyes, but he wanted to reach out to crush them anytime and anywhere, so that those things he could not have completely disappeared from this world.

He did destroy her, too.

From that moment on, he was wrong.

Situ Heng lowered his eyes, and blood flowed out of his palms, but he felt it flowed out of his heart.

Yes, from the beginning, I was a fly in the dung pile.

He shouldn't have washed himself, but thought he could touch the most beautiful flower.

He should fulfill his goals all the way, go to a farther abyss, and drag those who hate into his own quagmire.

Instead of... suddenly looking for more beauty.

It was himself who destroyed her.
Chapter completed!