Over the years, he has standing at the top of the world and enjoying the worship of countless people, but has long lost the heart of chasing the fame and profit. What is called the cold place.
That woman betrayed herself always hovering in her mind when she returned at midnight. Since then, he can no longer trust a person completely, but there is only one person who betrayed him.
Today, he is covered with blood with both hands and may be tired of living on the edge of law and morality, but he has no choice
Ling Yan took the pistol that Shan Yuji threw the past and turned on the fire behind him. The wound on his hand was cracked. The thick blood stained the handle.
Blood -filled eyes, dead eyes
Meng Xinran was frightened by a sudden gunshot, watching the Italians who came out in all directions, and glanced at the man who looked cold beside him.
Passing to her fingertips with a hot temperature, but she seemed to be splashed with a pot of cold water, and the coldness spread from the soles of the feet.
His world is the killing and bloodthirsty that she is not familiar with, she has long known!
Meng Xinran looked at him with a stunned hand, loosened unconsciously, and took two steps back. Seeing that he was about to be blocked on the muzzle of the Italians, Ling Ye dragged her back and kicked it.
On that person’s head, the eyebrows are full of spicy and spicy and murderous intentions.
Ling Yan swept her gloomyly, and his tone was cold: "Stupid! Do you have long ears, let you follow me in an inseparable way, can you not understand people!"
He was really anxious, his eyes were covered with blood, and the blue tendons on his forehead stared at her angrily. She also knew that she had done something wrong
"I'm sorry" she apologized lowly, but the man seemed to have not heard it, struggling to fight, and the tall figure shrouded the shocking coldness, like a giant beast out of the gate, after a while, more than a dozen Italians were horizontal and vertical, eight places, eight places,
Lie on the ground, humming in his mouth
Ling Yan's pistol, aimed at the head of the man on the ground
Soon, the muzzle was blocked, Ling Yan raised his eyes, and he looked at Ji Jishen: "Ling, you take her first, and give it to me here"
Ling Yan retracted his pistol and pulled Meng Xinran to leave
On the road, the winding blood dripped the ground, dragging long traces, Meng Xin dyed a step in front of Ling Yan, and pulled his placket, where the blood color was red, and Ling Yan's breath
The turbid and hot, the joints are faintly white
Meng Xin dyed her in pain and dumb her voice: "What are you ..."
Blame her carelessness, but she didn't find that he was so injured!
Ling Yan gritted his teeth, his heavy body pressed on her shoulder: "It's best to die, no one will feel distressed anyway"
She just felt a big piece in her heart, panicked, her eyes red, and her tears fell down.
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Hospital VIP Ward
Meng Xinran does not like the taste of disinfection of potions in the hospital. In subconscious, I always feel that this is an ominous place. Five years ago, she lost the two relatives in life five years ago.
She poured a glass of water and handed it to Ling Yan.
Ling Yan just finished the operation and sewed a few needles