"Are you willing?"

This voice echoed in the room like an ethereal mountain stream, and Lu Xinyao was slightly stunned when she heard it.

She smiled dismally: "From the moment I recognized my identity, I knew that sooner or later such a day would come, women from wealthy families have no chance to choose, some just accept their fate." ”

"Even if he shows up, believe me and there will be no result, they will not allow an irrelevant person to interfere with the execution of the plan. ”

"I'm just a chess piece, even if I have tens of millions of unwillingness, what can I do?

"The only thing I can hope for is to see him before I go back, so.... I was satisfied. ”

Lu Xinyao's helpless sigh exhausted the long-pent-up emotions in her heart, like a flood that burst the embankment, pouring out......

is like a poor man who is about to drown, even if he fights, resists, and screams hard, he can't escape the fate of sinking to the bottom of the lake in the end......

Looking at Lu Xinyao, who fell on the bed and sobbed quietly, Yang Wenjie didn't know how to comfort her, because in her heart, she knew the ruthlessness of a wealthy family.

This may be as Lu Xinyao herself said, she is just a chess piece, a chess piece at the mercy of the chessboard, under the constraints of the chessboard, she can never escape the palm of the chess player.

The heart is dead...... I also accepted my fate.

numb..... I'm used to it.

Seeing him, this is the end that Lu Xinyao wrote for herself to completely close herself.

.........

Outside the villa!

Xia Chen held up the Netherworld Son high and stared at him with an indifferent expression, "My patience is limited..... Let's make a bet to see if your neck is hard enough to hold me up, or if you can honestly tell Sun Yufan's plan before you die. ”

"Do you really dare to kill me?"

"You've all been killed in front of me, isn't it a bit too idiotic to ask this question again?"

"You're running out of oxygen, and if you're talking nonsense like this, you won't have a chance to talk about it when the time comes. ”

If it was some time ago, Xia Chen might not really have the courage to kill, but after experiencing the past experience of reabsorbing the Poison Saint, he found that his temperament had been somewhat affected.

This is like an ordinary person being instilled with the memory of the murderous devil's past life, even if this ordinary person is still himself, but when facing the blood, he will uncontrollably produce a sense of excitement and stimulation.

Now he is like this, the poison saint has killed countless people in his life, and he doesn't know how many people he killed with poison alone, not including sending him to the west with his own hands, killing people is really as simple as pinching an ant to death for the poison saint.

Xia Chen doesn't know whether this influence is good or bad, but it seems that it can't be erased at present, he can only be himself as much as possible, even if it is to kill someone, it is a damned person.

The fear of death was little by little looking for the last luck of the Netherchild, and as time passed, he found that Xia Chen showed no signs of letting go, he knew that he had lost the bet, and he knew that there was very little time left for him......

"I... I said, I said!" As the dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen to the brain hit, the Netherchild finally gave up his resistance.

Life is almost gone, what's the use of keeping secrets?

"I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin!" Throwing the ghost on the ground, watching him gasp violently, Xia Chen said in a flat tone: "Say everything about 1510, if you dare to lie to me, you know the consequences." ”

This seems to be a warning, but it is not a warning that this is the last chance, think clearly.

While trying to breathe in the fresh air, Netherchild nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

With a dozen seconds of respite, Nether's face eased slightly, and he struggled to get up from the ground.

Just as he was about to speak, a bullet flew out of the tall building in the distance, passing through the right side of Nether's brain with unmistakable accuracy.

Xia Chen watched the ghost son slowly fall to the ground with wide eyes, and at the same time, an inexplicable crisis came to his heart, and before he had time to think about it, his body exploded backwards, and at the moment he withdrew, another bullet appeared out of thin air, but because this bullet broke away from the target, it hit the wall next to it, leaving a bottomless hole in it.

"Kill people!"

Without explanation, Xia Chen thought of who was the cause of the death of the Netherchild, and he was so angry that he almost couldn't control the irritable power in his body.

1,500 meters from here!

The wind was howling and the fence was rattling, and under this fence lay motionless a man in a black tracksuit and a peaked cap, who seemed to become one with the darkness around him, giving the illusion of something.

Exiting from the scope, the man reached into his arms and pulled out his phone, sending messages as he picked up the sniper rifle in front of him.

"The target operation has failed, and it has been resolved!" The other person was too alert to kill. ”

"Hurry back!" The reply was only two words, and the man did not stop, put the sniper rifle disassembled into parts into the guitar bag on the side, got up and wiped out all possible traces, and walked out of the corridor with the bag on his back.

Hiding behind a tree and waiting for a long time, but the gunman didn't fire a third shot, Xia Chen tried to walk out.

It's calm outside, and it seems that nothing has happened here, except for the corpse of the Ghost Child and the small holes in the wall.

Seeing that the answer that was about to surface was re-sunk in the sea because of the death of the Netherchild, Xia Chen felt angry when he thought about it, he felt that he had been calculated.

Instead of staying at the scene, he turned around and disappeared into the open road, since there were dead people here, staying here was only afraid of trouble.

When he got home, Xia Chen found that the light in his room was still on, and pushed open the door with doubts.

"Where did you go so late?" Zhou Shufen asked as she put the folded quilt on the head of the bed.

"Mom, you haven't rested yet. Xia Chen scratched his head and walked into the room, he found that his room was very different from when he went out, how to say, it became more tidy, the garbage on the ground was thoroughly cleaned, and there were traces of mops on the floor.

"Seeing that your room is so messy, and you don't know how to clean it, so I tidied it up. ”

Mom, how can anyone clean the room at night, aren't you afraid that the noise will be disturbed by the people?

"Mom, you are really diligent, Dad can marry you, don't want Xinfu. ”

"Just your poor mouth..... This thing has been returned to you for so many years, and you still keep it, since you are reluctant to lose it, then you don't protect it well, and it is all dusty. ”

Zhou Shufen said, and threw a rectangular wooden box to Xia Chen, Xia Chen looked at the wooden box thrown over with a nervous face, and took it with both hands as if he had won a treasure.

"Hehe......" Xia Chen smirked.

The box opened, and inside was a delicate butterfly clip......