I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like half a century, but the sound of fighting suddenly came from the room.
Xiahou Huan'er was stunned for a moment, what happened?
Could it be that Si Chen couldn't handle him?
She bit her lower lip and was considering whether to rush in and help Si Chen when the door was suddenly opened forcefully.
Time seemed to freeze in an instant, and Xiahou Huan'er's breathing stagnated.
With his eyes widened, he looked at the two men who appeared in front of him with disbelief.
"Si Chen, what do you want to do?"
"Get out of the way." Si Chen said with a cold face, and pressed the vaporizer gun in his hand hard against Dongfang Xing's head.
Dongfang Xing's face was very pale, expressionless, his eyes were still a little hollow, and there was still a trace of blood on the corners of his lips. His appearance had returned to normal, and he had obviously drank her blood.
Knowing that he drank the blood made her feel a little more at ease, but seeing his head pressed against the muzzle of the gun made her feel anxious again.
Xiahou Huan'er stared at Si Chen. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that he would do such a thing.
"I always thought you were loyal to the Corpse King, but you let me down."
Si Chen didn't want to talk nonsense to her, and repeated those two words with a cold and handsome face: "Get out of the way." His tone became more chilling and ferocious.
Xiahou Huan'er quietly clenched her fist, bit it, and slowly stepped aside.
Si Chen immediately pushed Dongfang Xing, who had not recovered his consciousness, towards Wan Qinrou's room.
It seems that he wants to exchange Dongfang Xing for his future whereabouts, which really proves the saying of his ancestors: Beauty brings disaster.
Xia Hou Huan'er followed closely behind him, looking for an opportunity to take action and rescue Dongfang Xing.
When Wan Qinrou saw that Si Chen was holding Dongfang Xing hostage, she was shocked, shocked, and nervous.
Si Chenhan had a handsome face, pressed the muzzle of his gun against Dongfang Xing's vital part, stared at her coldly and said: "Let the future come back, or I will kill him."
"How dare you?" Wan Qinrou was so angry that her eyes bulged out. She really couldn't believe that he actually dared to treat her idol like this, and a fierce cold light suddenly shot out from her black eyes.
Dongfang Xing squinted his eyes, his eyes were a little blurry, and his face was expressionless.
Si Chen's fingers were clasped on the machine board, and his stern expression could not have been more serious: "For him, you can do anything. You should also understand my feelings very well. For the future, I can do anything.
Want to try it?"
"Wait." Wan Qinrou's already pale face became even paler now.
"I don't have much patience." Si Chen's face gradually turned cold.
Wan Qinrou turned her eyes to Xiahou Huan'er, who was standing aside with her hands folded across her chest and an indifferent expression. She couldn't help but get angry: "Xia Hou Huan'er, are you just indifferent and watching your uncle being held hostage by him?"
Xiahou Huan'er shrugged and said innocently: "Didn't you see clearly what kind of gun Si Chen was holding? It was a vapor gun. As long as he was hit by him, Mr. Xing would die. What can I do? He is a gun.
I came with you, if
It was your fault that Mr.
Got your old sweetheart."
This is said very bitterly.
Dongfang Xing's eyes flickered without trace.
Wan Qinrou gave her a fierce look, then turned to Si Chen and said arrogantly: "I asked that stinky girl to come back, you let him go."
