Even if it was for her own sake, she would kill these people with her own hands.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaoya and Nangong Ye left here. But as soon as they walked out, they felt that someone was following her secretly. Ye Xiaoya frowned, who was still following her?
Eat too much to hold on?
Or Long Xiangyang, what tricks do you want to play?
At this time, Ye Xiaoya really didn't have that much patience. She turned her head and felt someone was in a direction. She said coldly: "Get out of here, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Chapter 20 I’m going to Italy (4)
When the people hiding in the dark heard this, they were slightly startled subconsciously. It seemed that the young lady was very alert.
A person hiding in the darkness came out, stood in front of Ye Xiaoya, and said: "Miss..."
Ye Xiaoya frowned slightly, looked at the person in front of him and said, "Who are you and why are you following me?"
The visitor looked at Ye Xiaoya and said seriously: "Miss, we are the ones secretly protecting Mr. Long. Mr. Long knows that Miss Ye is going to Italy and this trip is dangerous, so he asked us to follow and protect him along the way.
Miss."
When Ye Xiaoya heard about Long Xiangyang, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly: "No need..."
After listening to the visitor, he said seriously: "Master Long said that Ye Feng is much more cunning than you think. Just look at you and Master Nangong together, you may not be his opponent, so let's work together
I will protect you on the road."
Ye Xiaoya frowned and said impatiently: "I told you, I don't need your protection, don't you understand?"
The visitor lowered his head subconsciously and said, "Unless the eldest lady kills us, we must follow and protect the eldest lady along the way."
When Ye Xiaoya heard this, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold. He took out the gun in his hand, pointed it at the head of the person in front of him, and said, "Do you think I really dare not kill you?"
Of?"
Unless you kill them?
Then she really has to kill them.
The hollow, cold thing pointed at the man's head.
With such a cold thing pointed at the head, even the boldest person will feel scared, but the person in front of him seems not to notice it at all.