"Xiaolan, you?" Seeing Yan Xiaolan's bloodthirsty behavior, everyone was puzzled. In the end, it was her uncle Yan Che who asked on behalf of everyone.
"Human blood, so it smells like this." Yan Xiaolan did not directly answer the question in everyone's mind. She narrowed her eyes and muttered to herself. The expression on her face was extremely weird. She didn't look like someone who was less than 20 years old at all.
The expression a year-old girl should have.
"Miss Yan—" Qin Hu was now more determined in his desire to follow Yan Xiaolan. He looked at Yan Xiaolan with burning eyes and hesitated to speak.
"Uncle Qin, please lead them and clean up this place quickly. When I come here for a walk at dawn tomorrow morning, I don't want to see any dirty things here that are annoying!" Yan Xiaolan smiled and said,
Pointing to the bodyguards standing outside, he said to Qin Hu.
Although her smile is not as charming as the poppy, in the eyes of someone in the dark, it is even more charming than the poppy. As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and this is probably what it means.
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Situ Qingfeng, after killing everyone in the Tang Sect, did not leave. Instead, he hid in the darkness and silently explained that Yan Xiaolan came in a hurry with a group of bodyguards.
"Yes, Miss Yan!" Qin Hu was pleasantly surprised after hearing Yan Xiaolan's instructions. Judging from his experience in dealing with countless people over the years, Yan Xiaolan had already understood his thoughts.
If things are done properly this time, then he has great hope of following Yan Xiaolan.
For some unknown reason, Yan Xiaolan has a kind of magic power, or a kind of charm, which makes Qin Hu, an experienced man who has been in the black and white circles for many years, involuntarily feel an urge to follow her.
It is because of this intuition that Qin Hu later became one of the top figures in the Chinese underworld. He can get wind and rain when he wants.
"Uncle, let's go. It's probably impossible for people from the Tang Sect to organize another attack on us tonight."
While watching the bodyguards piling up the corpses of Tang Sect disciples on the ground and using chemicals to corrode them, Yan Xiaolan lamented the advancement of science and technology and said to her uncle Yan Cheyu. There was a bit of confusion in her tone.
Lost. Because she didn't see the person who created the miracle.
Yan Xiaolan's figure gradually disappeared into the dark night. When he saw her looking back and smiling when she walked out of the woods, in the darkness of the woods, her eyes immediately became moist. Ten years later, she in his heart was still the same when he left the woods.
He habitually looked back and smiled. For ten years, he had been thinking about her all the time. When he really wanted to see her, he felt so uneasy that he couldn't help but hide in the dark.
The place within reach turns out to be so far away!
He wanted to see Yan Xiaolan, but was afraid of seeing Yan Xiaolan. Even Situ Qingfeng himself didn't know when this contradictory thought started and when it would end.
Maybe, for a lifetime!
"Just because you looked back and smiled countless times, my heart fell unconsciously. I also tried to draw my sword to cut off the love thread, again and again. But the more I cut it, the more the love thread became entangled in my heart, without any end.
You are brainless. You have been tortured by all the words, and you still claim to be a young hero in vain? How much do you still owe you for the mortal relationship formed in the previous life? After thinking about it, I am willing to draw a prison for you. "
Situ Qingfeng clutched the rotting note in his pocket and murmured. The elegant man had been locked into a prison, and the key was in Yan Xiaolan's hand.