A tall man wearing a silver mask walked out from inside. The man's eyes behind the mask looked coldly at Mu Qingchi, who was taking a nap.
A woman's facial features are very delicate, and the women of the Jiang family are all one-of-a-kind in appearance. It is said that beauty brings disaster, and the more beautiful a woman is, the more vicious her heart is.
Ji Zhanbai looked at Mu Qingchi with disgust. This woman seemed to be a different person compared to five years ago.
Five years ago, Jiang Jingyao wore heavy makeup and top-notch luxury goods, and looked arrogant and arrogant wherever she went.
Seeing Jiang Jingyao's arrogant and domineering look, he felt boundless disgust welling up in his heart.
But now the woman lying on the sofa is wearing ordinary clothes and has no face.
She looks completely different from the arrogant woman in fifth grade who wore heavy makeup and looked like a different person.
For some reason, when Ji Zhanbai saw her naked and thin, curled up and napping on the sofa, the disgust in his heart inexplicably eased a lot.
Just thinking of the dirty and despicable purpose she had, and thinking of the car accident explosion five years ago, Ji Zhanbai's anger instantly rose.
He suddenly reached out his hand to Mu Qingchi, who was sleeping on the sofa. Mu Qingchi felt that his neck was being strangled in his sleep, and he couldn't breathe at all.
She struggled desperately, but the breathing in her throat became weaker and weaker.
In a daze, she saw a man wearing a silver mask standing next to her, his hands pinching her neck, and she could see a pair of cold eyes behind the mask.
The air became thinner and thinner, and Mu Qingchi fainted and lost all consciousness!
Ji Zhanbai tightened his hands. With just a little more force, he could break the slender and thin neck of the woman in his hands and send her to see the King of Hell.
I just don't know why, but seeing the tears rolling out of the corners of the woman's eyes and seeing her face becoming pale, transparent and lifeless, the strength of his hand slowly weakened.
We can't kill her now! If she dies, how can he find out their purpose and catch them?
This woman deserves to die, but not now! Ji Zhanbai let go of his hand and threw the unconscious Mu Qingchi back to the sofa in disgust.
We can't kill her now, but we can't spare her lightly either. She harmed people in the first place, and now she must suffer the consequences.
Ji Zhanbai walked gently to the bed, reached out and took off the mask on the face of the man lying on the bed, and dimmed the lights in the room.
After doing all this, Ji Zhanbai quietly returned the same way, closed the door of the cloakroom, and calm returned to the room.
Mu Qingchi lay motionless on the sofa in a coma. She didn't know how long she had been asleep when she was awakened by the vibrating sound of her cell phone.
I felt uncomfortable when I opened my eyes, and there was a burning pain in my neck, as if it was about to break.
How could her neck hurt so much? A scene she saw while in a semi-conscious state flashed through her mind.
The man wearing a silver mask strangled her neck with his hands, his eyes fierce and cold.
Mu Qingchi shuddered. Is this a dream or hallucination?
She reached out and touched her neck. It hurt!
So she wasn't dreaming. Someone really pinched her neck just now? She looked at Ji Zhanbai on the bed. Could it be that he had just woken up and touched her?
His eyes first came into contact with the mask placed next to the pillow. Mu Qingchi was stunned for a moment. How did he take off the mask?
When he came into contact with the man's face on the bed again, Mu Qingchi's eyes widened, his hands suddenly covered his mouth, his feet went weak, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
