After thinking for a while, Yu Xi shrugged, "I actually don't hate her that much. I wasn't harmed anyway."
What's more, if he hadn't jumped to help her, he might not have been able to push her into the sea with the strong will of the rich lady who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun. Speaking of which, he
He can be considered an accomplice.
She looked at Billo: "What do you think?"
Bi Luo's heart was not as soft as hers. After all, it was her most important friend who was hurt.
If she was the one who hurt herself, she could still forgive him, but if he hurt baby Yuxi, the debt could not be settled like this.
She glanced at Yu Xi, and finally her eyes fell on Murong Jihao's face: "I am always fair in my dealings..."
"When have you ever been fair?" Over there, Yu Xi's annoying voice sounded coldly.
"Shut up!" Bi Luo glared at her and met Murong Jihao's gaze again, "I will go to anyone who offends me. As for your Murong family and Murong ***, everything remains as usual. If you
It doesn’t matter to me if she wants to change to another doctor, but if she is still willing to come to me, I will do my best to treat her, but..."
Her eyes dimmed slightly, and there was a trace of cruelty in her eyes that was inconsistent with her age, "Your sister, you'd better let her seek her own happiness."
Offending her Yu Xi was offending the entire Longying. Even if she could let go and not take revenge on Murong He'er, if Nangong Jin knew about this in the future, he would never let her go.
"So don't tell A Jin." Over there, Yu Xi said this at the right time.
Bi Luo's face darkened and he glared at her fiercely, "Are you still the roundworm in my stomach?"
"I don't want to be a bug." She stuck out her pink tongue and got back into Zhan Muchen's arms.
Murong Jihao finally left the hotel with a sense of peace of mind. As soon as he went out, hearing his footsteps walking away, Yu Xi jumped off Zhan Muchen's lap, ran to Bi Luo, and held her hand.
, with a serious expression:
"There is a problem with the Murong family. That Grandma Murong has ill intentions towards you. Please don't go to treat her again." She looked incomprehensible again and said anxiously: "Take back the things we left at the Murong family.
Don’t live there anymore.”
Bi Luo and Mo Ming were a little confused. Bi Luo asked: "What happened?"
So, Yuxi told the two of them everything she had said when she sneaked into Murong's house last night and heard Murong's grandma and that Tianhao talking in the backyard. At the end, she added: "I always feel a little uneasy, Luoluo, here
Let's leave the matter to them and let's return to Taichuan."
But Bi Luo didn't take it seriously at all. She clapped her hand and said with a smile: "Things are getting more and more interesting. If you continue to chase, you might really find a shocking treasure, or even...
It’s a huge conspiracy.”
"You must have read too many novels." An inexplicable long finger tapped on the top of her head.
"I only read comics." She rubbed her head that hurt from being knocked, and glared at him, "You are biased, you would gently flick Yu Xi's nose every time, but if it were me, you would hit me hard on the head.
If you get knocked on the head too much, you will become stupid."
"It doesn't mean you will be smart if you don't knock." He still hit her on the head for some reason, then stood up, took the two girls to Zhan Muchen's desk, and pulled away the knife that Murong Jihao had just sat on.
He sat down on the chair and looked at Zhan Muchen: "You are Hei Ye, right?"
Zhan Muchen did not answer his question, his eyes kept falling on the place where Yu Xi was held by his big palm, and his face gradually became gloomy.
Inexplicably and consciously, he let go of Yu Xi and rubbed his forehead, "Do you have something to tell me?"
Zhan Muchen finally nodded and looked at Yu Xi: "You and Bi Luo go down to the lobby and order a few side dishes. He and I will come down later."
Yuxi also knew that he had something to say to Mo Mi, so she didn't resist anything and directly pulled Bi Luo and left the room.
Anyway, I will definitely be able to tell her everything inexplicably later, so I won't listen if I don't listen for the time being.
After the two of them went out and closed the door, they turned back inexplicably and faced Zhan Muchen: "Can we talk now?"
Zhan Muchen opened the drawer and habitually wanted to take out the cigarette from the drawer and light one. However, he remembered that Yu Xi didn't like the smell of cigarettes on her body. After thinking about it, he took out the cigarette and threw it away.
Throw it to Inexplicable: "It tastes good, try it."
Inexplicably, he stretched out his hand to take it, and there was a hint of heat in his palm. He just smiled and said, "Baby Yuxi likes the refreshing smell on my body. Please keep this cigarette to yourself."
As he said that, he raised his hand casually and threw the cigarette towards Zhan Muchen's face.
Zhan Muchen held the cigarette between his fingers and threw it into the trash can nearby. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm sleeping with my woman recently. She doesn't like the smell of cigarettes on me."
Inexplicably, there was still a faint smile on his face, as if he really didn't understand what he was talking about. "Tell me, what is it?"
It must not be easy to send Yu Xi and Bi Luo away.
"Murong's family hides a descendant of the Yan clan."
His eyes darkened inexplicably, and his fingertips felt slightly cold.
Most people may not know this, but he used to be a member of the killer organization, so it is impossible for him to be unaware of the people of the Yan clan.
In the entire Eastern International, no matter which killer organization is in the dark force, no one in the Yan clan does not know it. It is a legendary dark force that has disappeared for more than five hundred years, similar to the dead soldiers in the novel. According to legend, the entire clan has
They are all soldiers trained by the royal family. Although they have their own thoughts, they are similar to soulless puppets. They are not afraid of pain or bloodshed, and they even cannot die.
Those are all legends. For people who have lived in modern civilization for more than 20 years, no one will believe that such a group of people really existed in this world. But for killers, the Yan tribe is their spirit.
Even before they go out to perform a mission, the team leader will ask them to burn incense to the ancestors of the Yan tribe and let the gods of the Yan tribe protect them.
Inexplicably, he was once a killer, so he knew about the Yan Clan.
"How are you sure that they are people from the Yan tribe?" After all, they are a race that has disappeared for hundreds of years. Even if they appeared in front of them now, he would not be able to recognize them.
If someone else had said this to him, he would have thought that person was joking or talking nonsense, but he was different. He was Zhan Muchen, and he had absolutely reason to believe that Mr. Zhan would not do such a thing.
He was joking.
After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Do the people of the Yan tribe still have marks on their bodies?"
Zhan Muchen glanced at him lightly, then suddenly moved his pursed thin lips, and said in a deep voice: "I can feel their breath, because I am also a descendant of the Yan clan."