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1721. Chapter 1721 Love is more important than memory 2

Chapter 1721 Love is more important than memory (2)

"Okay!" Feng Hao's eyes became darker and darker. He stared at the woman and kept his gun pointed at Xia Yucheng's head without moving.

"Shoot, shoot!" the woman shouted.

"You let her go first, I don't want her blood to splash on you."

The woman smiled and her face relaxed slightly. She stared at Xia Yucheng, whose face turned red and was choked speechless by her, and said: "Yes, she looks so beautiful, but she is actually dirty.

Her blood must be black. She is a devil. Her husband has been dead for so long and still not buried. Her mind is abnormal."

Feng Hao tried to pull Xia Yucheng's arm with his free hand. The woman didn't notice it and continued to say: "She wants to pretend to be me to confuse you. Don't be fooled by her beauty. Hao, I am the real one."

of Xia Yucheng.”

After the woman finished speaking, she released Xia Yucheng's wrist. Xia Yucheng could not move, but the pain from her wrist still made her frown.

"Shoot! If you don't shoot, I will insert my fingers into her throat and cut off her aorta. I want to see if her blood is black."

Feng Hao's finger tightened on the trigger. As long as the woman didn't let go, her movements would definitely be faster than the bullet.

If he could pull Xia Yucheng away as quickly as possible, there was no guarantee that she would be safe. After all, the throat was a vital part of a person, how could he dare to risk her?

The air in the room seemed to have solidified, and the woman began to be dissatisfied with Feng Hao's hesitation: "Are you feeling distressed?"

"Her blood is red..." Feng Hao suddenly said.

"Ah? What did you say?" The woman frowned, lowered her head and saw the blood marks on Xia Yucheng's neck, "Red? Why is the blood of a devil red?"

"You don't believe it? Look at your fingers. They are stained with her blood. They are indeed red."

"Impossible, impossible." The woman roared, with a ferocious face. She saw that her fingers did indeed seem to be stained with blood.

She trembled and her arms suddenly relaxed.

The next second, Feng Hao grabbed her wrist with extremely quick movements and pushed her down. James quickly stepped forward to protect Xia Yucheng.

The bed bounced due to gravity, and after a few seconds, it returned to calm.

Feng Hao stood up straight, turned around, hugged Xia Yucheng tightly in his arms, and comforted softly: "It's okay, it's okay!"

Looking over his shoulder, Xia Yucheng saw the crazy woman lying there quietly, her face as peaceful as if she was asleep.

"She..." Xia Yucheng opened her mouth, but there was a dull pain in her throat, making it impossible for her to speak.

"She will never hurt you again!" Feng Hao picked up Xia Yucheng and turned to look at James, who nodded knowingly.

Feng Hao carried Xia Yucheng out and went out. James went up and looked at the woman, but she was no longer breathing.

It was only a few seconds, and he didn't even see Feng Hao's action. Even if he broke his neck, there should be a big movement.

However, there was nothing. The moment Feng Hao pounced on the woman, she had already tasted death.

The Feng Family Fantasy Alliance’s methods are definitely well-deserved!

James couldn't help but feel more and more admiration. He firmly believed that if it weren't for Xia Yucheng, Feng Hao would have killed this woman many times.



"Do you feel better?"

In the bedroom, Xia Yucheng was lying on the bed, and Feng Hao was carefully cleaning the wound on her neck.

(End of chapter)


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