"If anyone is brave enough and dares to touch a hair of my woman during the search, I want him to regret living in this world."
Xiang Yutian's hand suddenly exerted force and struck the armrest with a palm.
The black skull was completely chopped off, fell down, and rolled to Lone Eagle's feet.
Red blood flowed from the gaps in the gauze bandaged by Xiang Yutian...
"Yes, Mr. Xiang, I will put all these words on the road right away without any delay."
Lone Ying lowered his head and looked at the ferocious skull at his feet, his voice trembling.
"Destroyed the First Hospital."
Xiang Yutian gave orders in a cold voice.
"Yes, Mr. Xiang."
Gu Ying continued to agree, but he did not have the courage to raise objections. Xiang Yutian was now far more terrifying than the devil.
"Get out of here, everyone!"
Xiang Yutian spoke coldly.
Everyone exited the lobby in unison.
In addition to the three people hanging in the air, Mu Yao was desperately spitting out the strips of cloth from his mouth, and his sweet-featured face was covered in sweat from nervousness.
Xiang Yutian sat high up, raising his hand with cold eyes.
Hand wrapped in gauze.
Blood seeped between his fingers, making it dazzlingly red.
"Miaomiao, if you don't show up at my engagement ceremony, I will ruin everything for you."
Xiang Yutian said to himself.
The eyes are darker than the skull.
"Porphyrin——"
Mu Yao struggled to spit out a ball of cloth in his mouth, ignoring the saliva staining the corner of his mouth, and shouted loudly, "Master Xiang, please don't hurt me, the only...only thing you want me to convey to you..."
Time stands still.
Hearing this, Xiang Yutian clenched his fists suddenly, raised his eyes and looked at her gloomily, and uttered one word from his lips, "Say."
"Can I come down and talk?"
Muyao was stuffed with cloth strips for so long that he trembled even when he spoke.
"..."
Xiang Yutian's face was gloomy and noncommittal.
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In the luxurious and gorgeous bedroom, the closet doors are all opened.
The built-in lights in the wardrobe shine on each piece of designer clothing, reflecting luxurious light.
Xiang Yutian was standing in front of the wardrobe in a black bathrobe. With his injured hand, he picked up pieces of women's clothing and put them to the tip of his nose to smell them.
Smelling something unique to Jiang, he threw his clothes on the ground.
A small mountain of clothes gathered on the floor.
Xiang Yutian walked to the bed, picked up the quilt on the bed and put it in front of his nose to smell it. It was full of Jiang Weiyi's fragrance, which he could smell all the time...
Like poppy, you will be addicted when you smell it.
And he was like a drug addict who couldn't get rid of her scent...
If he stops for a long time, his drug addiction will break out and he will fall into madness.
Xiang Yutian closed his eyes, buried his charming face in the soft quilt and breathed deeply, as if he was taking drugs, sniffing and inhaling crazily to absorb the aroma.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers gripped the quilt tightly.
Finally, he had had enough.
Xiang Yutian threw the quilt onto the hill of clothes, picked up a bottle of high-alcohol wine from the side, and opened it with his hands.
"Master Xiang."
Mu Yao stood at the door and looked at him timidly.
She was holding a bowl of porridge in her hands, and the marks on her wrists where they had been stretched by metal chains were obvious.
"..."
Xiang Yutian didn't even raise his eyes. He turned the bottle over expressionlessly and sprinkled it on the quilt.
Pour back and forth.
Until the wine bottle was empty and all the wine spilled on the quilt.
"Master Xiang, what are you doing?" Mu Yao asked timidly, looking at his gloomy face incomprehensibly.