Zhong Yuxi had never seen such an expression on his face before, and there was clearly a hint of horror there.
She was caught in his arms, and her arms were covered in bruises. She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and quietly watched the people at the door stop in front of them.
Click!
It was the sound of a gun being cocked.
Jin Xianyu was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground and cried in his voice: "Your Highness, don't shoot, don't shoot."
The person who came in was none other than Xuanyuan Xiaofeng, who had been missing for two days.
There was a playful smile in his cold eyes at this time, and wherever his gaze swept, it froze into ice.
He seemed to glance at Zhong Yuxi, and finally stopped at Xuanyuan Ye's face.
"Lao Liu, what do you mean?" Xuanyuan Ye asked coldly.
Fan Dong, who was standing behind Xuanyuan Ye, opened his eyes in disbelief: Impossible, how could a person buried by an avalanche still be alive and intact? Is he a god?
However, Xiaofeng never mentioned the avalanche. He spun the gun in his hand and pointed it at Jin Xianyu again. The latter was trembling with fear, holding his head and not daring to say a word.
"The negotiation between the prince of the Chaoyang Kingdom and the prince of his own country broke down, and the two sides killed each other. In the end, both of them were killed. For this reason, Mayor Zakir, do you think you can explain it to me?" Xiaofeng tilted his head and looked at Zha who was stunned.
Ker, this sight made Zakir break into cold sweat. He suddenly understood in his heart that what he was involved in was not a simple dispute between the two countries, but a struggle for power between princes, and neither of the two princes was.
Good kind.
Just when he didn't know how to speak, Xuanyuan Ye behind him suddenly laughed out loud, "Lao Liu, are you alone? With your skills, the two of us can only be tied. There are Fan Dong and Feng Mo here.
Among the ninjas, who do you think has a greater chance of winning?"
"Wind Demon?" Xiaofeng suddenly looked surprised, "Why didn't I see it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining ninjas who were standing outside the wooden fence suddenly let out a few screams, and then they all fell down.
Instead, there was a row of well-dressed men in black, with bright emblems on their chests.
Fan Dong lost his voice and shouted: "The night is still young."
Ye Zhi Wei Young is the darkest underworld organization in the country. No matter the police or the army, they are helpless, and their boss has a mysterious identity. No one has seen his true face.
Xuanyuan Ye's expression changed: "Lao Liu, it turns out you were prepared."
Xiaofeng lowered his head in disapproval and asked, "Then what do you think I did these two days?"
"Are you Emperor Ye?" Xuanyuan Yefu asked, and heard a lazy reply from above, "No, I am."
The speaker was dressed in black and was leaning on the railing. He was wearing a peaked cap. Under the cap, only his pointed chin and thin lips were exposed. The corners of his lips were sharp and contained a faint smile.
It's him...
Zhong Yuxi opened her eyes in surprise. It was the man who drove her back to the villa in the snow and gave her a silver card.
Who is he and why does he know Xiaofeng?
She was so entangled with too many questions that she couldn't help but cover her mouth, but immediately she restrained all her expressions as if it meant something, and lowered her eyes to the ground.
But her little move just now did not escape Xuanyuan Ye's eyes. He looked at her deeply and pulled her closer to his arms.
"Ah Feng, I'll leave this to you. I have something else to do, so I'll take the first step." He glanced at Xiaofeng, who nodded slightly to him.
He opened the window beside him, stood on the window sill, pushed down his hat, and glanced at Zhong Yuxi in Xuanyuan Ye's arms. He fainted with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, jumped up, and walked out from the second room.
Jumped off the building.
"Old Liu." Taking advantage of Xiaofeng's eyes being temporarily attracted to that man, Xuanyuan Ye turned his wrist deftly, and he already held a black pistol in his hand. He held Zhong Yuxi in one hand and pointed the gun at Xiaofeng, and Xiaofeng
Feng reacted quickly and kicked Jin Xianyu aside, and pointed his gun at Xuanyuan Ye.
There was a deathly silence all around. Anyone who saw such a strange scene would be a little shocked.
Zhong Yuxi bit her lip and gently turned away. The last thing she wanted to see was a scene like this. Even if it was a disguised family relationship, she would not want to kill each other like this one day.
Time seemed to be frozen. Finally, Xiaofeng took a step forward, and the man in black behind the railing also took a step forward. Everyone could see that in this situation, Xiaofeng undoubtedly had the absolute upper hand.
The one with the upper hand, the Prince's men have all died, leaving only one dead soldier beside him, while Xiaofeng still has dozens of men, all of whom are well-trained elites.
He slowly said: "Give up your position as prince, and I won't kill you."
Xuanyuan Ye seemed to have heard a very funny joke, and an evil smile slowly formed on the corners of his lips.
Zhong Yuxi felt that his body did not tremble at all, but was as hard as iron. This man could still remain calm in such a situation. Where did his confidence come from.
He finally laughed out loud, looked at Xiaofeng with a playful look and said: "Lao Liu, you used to be like me, you had no weaknesses, that's why I regarded you as the most difficult enemy, but now, it's different, you have
With your weakness, you are no longer worthy of competing with Xuanyuan Ye for this position."
Xiaofeng's pupils shrank sharply, and he almost bit out a few words from his teeth: "You dare."
"Why not?" The gun in his hand suddenly changed direction.
Zhong Yuxi felt a cold touch on her temple. She looked at Xuanyuan Ye in disbelief, but his face was still so handsome, raised high at this time.
"I want you to put down the gun." His tone was calm, but it contained a dignity that could not be ignored.
Xiaofeng's hand holding the gun tightened. There was no special expression on his handsome face, but he still wanted to move forward but never took the step forward.
"Xuanyuan Ye, you are crazy." Zhong Yuxi glared at her, with half pain and half disappointment in his eyes.
"Xixi." He suddenly lowered his head, kissed the tip of her hair, and said in a soft voice, "I like you."
Everyone's eyes widened in shock, and they even stopped breathing. When His Majesty the Crown Prince said such words in front of everyone in the hall, could it be regarded as a confession?
Xiaofeng's expression remained unchanged, and the hand holding the gun was still pointing straight at him.
Zhong Yuxi's heart felt like someone had poured a cup of hot lemon juice on it, sour and wrinkled. For her, such a confession was too late, and she knew clearly that he was saying this at this time.
The words must have their purpose.
Sure enough, the gun in his hand slowly slid down her temple, slid over her pale face, slender chin, and slender neck, and finally stopped on her arm.
"Old Liu, if you don't put down your gun within three months, I will shoot here." His voice was cold and he didn't mean to joke at all.
Zhong Yuxi could still smile at this time, but she couldn't see that her smile was more like crying.
"Xuanyuan Ye, do you think Xiaofeng would give up the opportunity he finally got today for me?"
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(What is Xiaofeng’s choice? The answer will be revealed tomorrow, let’s take a guess!)