Listening to the conversation between Yang Mufan and his son, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart: Mu Wanqing wants to come to the birthday party too?! If she dares to come, she promises to let her... yes, come, no, come back...
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UK, London.
In the suburbs, in a secluded villa with an extremely elegant and refined environment.
The master bedroom on the third floor, lit only by a dim wall lamp, was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and a faint smell of blood.
Ding dong.
A metal bullet fell into the tray and made a sharp sound, breaking the silent silence in the room.
"The wound has not been treated for a long time and has become infected. I will dig out your rotten flesh." An indifferent voice sounded in a leisurely manner.
As he spoke, he turned around and took out an analgesic from the medicine box on the side.
However, he was not allowed to inhale the medicine into the syringe. He kept sitting on the sofa. The naked man with his muscular upper body suddenly spoke with an expressionless face, and his voice was hoarse and hazy: "I don't need painkillers."
"..." The man's movement suddenly stopped. At the same time, he couldn't help but frown. No need for painkillers?! The pain of digging out flesh and simply taking out a bullet are not on the same level.
If you can endure taking bullets without taking painkillers, you may not be able to tolerate digging into flesh.
He turned around and asked in a calm tone: "Are you sure?"
"I don't like men who are mothers-in-law."
Hearing this, the man nodded. Without thinking, he just used disinfectant to clean the wound. Then, he took medical scissors, pointed at his rotten wound, and cut it directly.
In an instant, blood mixed with thick water dripped down onto the carpet along the arms of the man who had been sitting stiffly on the sofa with his back straight.
Half an hour later.
The man with his hands full of blood slowly cleaned the stains on his hands.
While washing, he said calmly: "This time, you are lucky, and you will be lucky enough to save a life. Next time, don't act impulsively, especially in Yang Mufan's territory."
Admiring Fan's influence in the country has almost reached the point where he can do whatever he wants.
Being able to take a flight back to the UK from under his nose was already a blessing among misfortunes.
Hearing this, the eyes of the man on the sofa immediately burst out with a terrifying cold light. He pressed his slightly white and chapped lips tightly and said word by word: "This time, I was negligent, but next time, I will definitely admire you."
Everything must be repaid with interest.”
After the man washed his hands, he took a clean towel and wiped it leisurely. After a long while, he said thoughtfully: "Ji Lianjing, I really have to doubt again, you have played admiration
Fan?! It's been three years, but you can't even determine whether he is the ruler of Dark Moon. In fact, it doesn't matter whether he is or not; let alone whether the Ring of Dark Moon is in the headquarters of Dark Moon or on Yang Mufan.
, or in other people, admiring Fan is the biggest obstacle to your progress. As long as he is dead, no matter what his identity is, it will be good for you."
After hearing the man's words, Ji Lianjing couldn't help but sneer. He looked at the man with a half-hearted smile who was facing the dim wall lamp, and his expression melted into the black shadow, looking a little blurry. He sneered with interest: "As the saying goes,
Well said: We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into each other. As far as I know, from childhood to adulthood, I admire you almost to the point of being kind to you, even to the point of obeying your words. Even the woman you love can do it without batting an eyelid.
Let me give it to you, Yang Muchen, but you have tried so hard to help me kill him. You said, if Yang Mufan knows the truth of the matter, will this lethality not require me to use a single soldier, and he will self-destruct?