During the day, Lin was a rich man before his death.

The funeral was held in an extremely luxurious cemetery.

Everyone was in attendance.

Ling Jian also changed into a crisp pure black suit.

Lu Min stood beside him, also in a pure black long dress.

It's just that the blue-gray hair is a little bright in the crowd.

This is Ling Blade's impression that Lu Min doesn't like to wear clothes that show her figure, because she doesn't like the gaze of others.

If this is the case, along the way, it is difficult for the man's eyes to take his eyes off the pair of round and straight white rabbit-like breasts under the lace collar of her long dress.

At the front of the crowd was a woman.

Wearing a black gauze and a long black dress.

In front of the tombstone, facing Ling Jian and Lu Min on the side, the skin under the black gauze is as pale as snow, the eye sockets are sunken, quite the style of a beauty in the Western Regions, the long and soft eyelashes are slightly closed, but they can't cover the pair of eyes like autumn water, and under the straight nose bridge is a small mouth with lipstick.

Although it is only a glimpse from the side, it can be seen that she is a complete beauty.

The sad beauty is more moving and lovable than ever.

"Is that Bai Bailin's wife?" Ling Blade asked in a low voice.

"Yes, his widow, Jin Yun. Lu Min observed Jin Yun's surroundings, but it was full of big men in suits, with broad shoulders and thick arms, and everyone had a small headset in their ears.

"She has too many bodyguards. Ling Blade also noticed these big men.

"This isn't her bodyguard. ”

"What?"

"These people are here to kill her. Lu Min said coldly: "Have you seen the big man at the head? That is the killer of the Demon Sect, codenamed Black Dragon, who is a wanted criminal in the bureau. ”

"Her husband is a cadre of the Demon Sect, why did he kill her after his death?"

"She knew something. It's going to be sealed. ”

"And she...... She knows these people are killers, but she doesn't want to run away?"

"Because ........of fear," Lu Min said, "she was afraid, an extremely dangerous person." ”

Jin Yun turned her face slightly, as if she heard someone talking about her.

This also allowed Ling Jian to see her shoulders clearly, exactly the appearance of a woman from the Western Regions described in the book, with a straight nose, plump lips, and fair to pale skin.

If she is a few years younger, I am afraid that no man can not be seduced by her eyes that are divine but sad.

The funeral was over, the crowd dispersed, and Lu Min pushed a sharp blade.

"What's wrong?"

"Go talk to her. ”

"She knows something important. ”

Ling Jian had no choice but to step forward and approach Jin Yun.

The front of Jin Yun was even more impressive, and the proximity of the blade made her look like a frightened deer, a little panicked, and her pale cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Hello, Mrs. Kim. ”

"Hello, are you the deceased of your late husband?"

"Yes, yes. Ling Blade said nervously.

"Interesting, I didn't know he had friends as young as you. ”

The long, soft lashes sink and then rise, looking at the blade from top to bottom.

"There's a strange aura on you........" Jin Yun's lips opened slightly.

Before he could say the next sentence, he heard a dry cough behind him.

Jin Yun turned around and saw that the black dragon and his men were already standing not far behind.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. ”

Ling Jian and Jin Yun both knew that she was going to die, in such a calm and elegant way.

Ling Blade stepped forward and approached her ear, "I can save you." ”

Jin Yun's footsteps stopped, turned around, and squeezed out a smile, a sad smile.

"I'm sorry, Shaoxia, you can't save me, no one can save me. ”

After saying that, he walked towards the black dragon.

"Who is he?" the black dragon asked coldly.

"It's just an old man. ”

The black dragon glared at Ling Blade fiercely, and then helped Jin Yun into the car.

Carefully like a knight helping a princess.

Ling Blade knew that she was not a princess but a lamb to the slaughter.

"We'll just do her, will we?"

Ling Jian asked Lu Min beside him.

Black Dragon's men drove to Bai Bailin's manor.

Jin Yun slowly walked into his room accompanied by all the big men.

"Can I smoke a cigarette first?" Jin Yun asked softly.

"Of course, ma'am. ”

The black dragon took a step back and stood outside the room.

The two big men under his command followed Jin Yun into the room.

Jin Yun faced the night view outside the window, his own garden.

Look down on your kingdom like a queen.

Smoke a thin cigarette, a brown thin cigarette.

Struggling to control his trembling fingers, he sent the cigarette to his lips.

The warm light of the fire illuminated half of her pale face.

He lit his cigarette and took a deep breath, gently puffing out a cloud of smoke.

The sound of a gun being loaded was already coming from behind him.

Jin Yun closed her eyes.

Die gracefully.

It wasn't gunshots.

It was the sound of glass breaking, and a strong domineering aura came to the face.

When he opened his eyes, a red-haired teenager had already jumped into his room.

Aggressively wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

Jin Yun slowly turned around, and the two big men had collapsed to the ground.

The door was slammed open, and the black dragon roared angrily.

Ling Jian had already hugged Jin Yun and jumped out of the window.

Jin Yun, who was still elegant and calm when he died, was already in pain at the moment, burying his face on Ling Blade's shoulder.

Weeping bitterly.

Leaving no stone unturned, crying happily.

The blade urges the flowing water, and the movement speed is extremely fast.

Soon left with Jin Yun