Bo Jinyan paused, turned around, and looked at him coldly.
Gu Luo chuckled with unknown meaning, and revealed the darkest side in a few words: "The backstreet of country A became famous in one battle. Do you think you can clean the blood stained on that street!?"
Rumor has it that all parties in the backstreet broke up the peaceful coexistence and openly turned against each other for unknown reasons. The street experienced the darkest history since its creation.
History written in blood.
Among them, only one person managed to escape from the stranglehold of multiple forces.
That day, in the blood-stained backstreet, a frail young man stepped on the blood stains on the ground and walked out calmly.
He created a new history.
Completely smash the past of each being his own king, and make one family the only one!
But no one knows who this young man is.
But when it comes to backstreets, I am instinctively in awe of this young man.
"Bo Jinyan, that person is you!"
The curve of the corners of Bo Jinyan's lips became wider and wider: "Young master of the Gu family, you really have a skill. But no one told you?"
Gu Luoshen didn't expect him to admit it so quickly.
This matter is almost an unsolved mystery.
Because in the past few years, so many powerful people have spent so much manpower and material resources, but they can't find out who this person is.
"……tell what?"
"You know too much." The warmth on Bo Jinyan's eyebrows faded away: "I will die."
Gu Luo was stunned for a moment. Before his mind could turn around, the person in front of him suddenly took action and grabbed his neck.
"Well!"
Breathing stopped suddenly.
Bo Jinyan had a smile on his lips, like a hunted white bone: "Do you want to die? Tell me earlier."
Fingers pinched his pulse.
The air in the chest is exhausted little by little.
Gu Luoshen's pupils suddenly tightened, and his hands instinctively wanted to grab the hand away. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to him!
Breathing stops.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The feeling of suffocation was intense.
Just when Gu Luoshen thought he was dead, Bo Jinyan suddenly let go of his hand.
"Cough cough cough!"
Gu Luo bowed his body deeply and coughed violently. His chest was heaving violently, and he had not yet recovered from his near-death experience.
Bo Jinyan raised his hand and straightened his messy sleeves.
He regained his cool and noble appearance.
"Master Gu, you can't take care of my affairs."
Footsteps were heard in the corridor, disappearing slowly and slowly.
Gu Luoshen leaned against the wall, raised his hand and touched his neck. He looked up at the ceiling blankly.
The rapid breathing gradually calmed down.
Outside the corridor, it seemed like nothing had happened.
Only Gu Luoshen knew clearly that he had torn apart some huge curtain with one hand in his haste.
No matter what, he couldn't connect Bo Jinyan with the bloodthirsty young man.
"elder brother?"
An uncertain voice sounded low.
Gu Luo was stunned, and turned around to see Ye Chenchen standing nervously not far away: "Brother? You, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that something was wrong with him, Ye Chenchen hurried over and saw the marks on his neck. She took a breath and asked in fear: "What happened to your neck? Who hurt you?"
"No one."
Gu Luoshen pulled up his collar a little: "Why are you here?"
"I see you haven't come back, so I'm worried." Ye Chenchen said, his eyes still drifting to his neck: "Brother, what happened to that scar?"
"No, I met a drunkard." Gu Luoshen said perfunctorily: "Let's go, the auction is about to start."