The blood slowly penetrated down Fan Jiuyan's arm, dripping down stickily, falling on the spotless carpet and being absorbed...

Yi just frowned slightly, and then immediately stretched out...

He quietly looked down at his pierced chest...

Obviously he was shot in the chest, and then penetrated again, this Yi still seemed to be nothing, which made Helian withdraw in shock.

"You think... This way..."

"yes, that's fine. ”

Fan Jiuyan knew what he wanted to ask, and pulled his arm out of his chest, showing him the weapon in his hand.

He didn't run through his body with his bare hands, but with the help of this gadget.

That familiar silver hairpin...

Yi's face changed, and the composure of his handsome face was fleeting, and his green eyes showed a rare hint of loss.

Silver... He was really scared.

"I can't die, though," Yi said after being restrained by the ancient crane, "You won't let me die, little leader." ”

"Borrow your auspicious words," Fan Jiuyan nodded, "I will slowly torture you so that your life is worse than death." ”

Yi was a little weak at this time, but he smiled back and secretly sorted out his thoughts in his heart.

If they take it away like this, maybe it's still a good thing.

"At least let me change my clothes. ”

Fan Jiuyan looked at him indifferently and waved his hand, "No need, you are not qualified to talk about conditions." ”

Yi raised his eyebrows, he was held indifferently, he was planted in the hands of the little leader this time.

But it's also about making an appearance and make them think that they have become their bag.

In this way, he can provide himself with favorable conditions.

Fan Jiuyan reached out and drew a circle on the muzzle of Yi's chest.

His eyes narrowed slightly with some satisfaction, "You remember this wound." ”

Yi smiled and snorted lightly, glancing at Zhu Chaoran.

It wasn't where the shot had been, he remembered, and there was no need to remind him of that.

"What about the other one?" Yi's jaw tapped down at the bloody hole that was pierced by Fan Jiuyan's hand and silver hairpin, where it was still bleeding at the moment.

"You use Qi'er as a pawn and let her kill me, I don't agree. Fan Jiuyan responded to him seriously.

"That's all?" Yi raised an eyebrow.

"That's all. Fan Jiuyan nodded.

Yi looked at him strangely, the little leader in front of him, who hadn't seen him for a while, became more calm, and couldn't even guess what he was thinking.

Didn't he replace it with blood?

Yi tilted his head, ignoring the gore of his body, and he looked at Fan Jiuyan.

It's impossible, for the sake of Zhu Chaoran, he will completely use blood to replace it.

And Zhu Chaoran, who seemed to be alive, Yi glanced at him, and the dazzling red color seemed to peel him off alive.

"Where?" Yi shrugged, and this game, including chess, he conceded defeat.

"I'm not going anywhere," Fan Jiuyan's cold voice rang out, "just stay here." ”

"Oh?" Yi reluctantly helped his forehead, but was grabbed back by his arms and restrained, "This is my territory, little chief." ”

"Now, it's my place. ”

Fan Jiuyan looked at the structure of Yiding, it was really good, and then glanced at Zhu Chaoran.

Probably the tacit understanding with the leader is that with one look, Zhu Chaoran knows what he wants to do.

He jumped and climbed out of the top floor.

A deafening sound sounded in a few seconds, and then the top floor descended as if it had collapsed, step by step.

Yi raised his eyelids, he didn't feel distressed at all, but closed his eyes and recuperated.

Until the ground stopped abruptly, Fan Jiuyan looked out the window indifferently.

Yiding's brand has exploded and been smashed...

The building, which is more than a dozen stories high, has collapsed to less than five stories high.

"It's cold in high places," Yi muttered with his eyes closed, "Little Chief, you like to stay in low places so much?"

"It's enough to look down on you like that. Fan Jiuyan responded sharply.

He didn't give Yi time to respond, so he raised his hand and asked Gu He to take it away.

Holding Yi so easily, Fan Jiuyan's eyebrows frowned slightly.

He always felt that something was wrong, this guy...... But Yi.

You have to know that the bullets in my father and mother's bodies are from this guy's gun.

and Zhu Chaoran, how could he be tortured and destroyed by him without any power.

And Qi'er...... Why do you obey him so much and trust him unconditionally...

Zhu Chaoran came in from the window, and he knew what Fan Jiuyan was wondering about.

He leaned at the window, not approaching, not disturbing his thoughts.

"Ran, do you think it's going too well?"

Fan Jiuyan didn't look up, kept looking down at the floor, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Smooth... Isn't it good," Zhu Chaoran leaned over, "take advantage of this time to eradicate him." ”

Fan Jiuyan didn't nod, didn't deny it, just glanced at him lightly.

The wind outside the window blew in, and Zhu Chaoran's hair standing by the window was blowing like flames, and it looked a little beautiful at first glance.

Suddenly remembering something, Fan Jiuyan lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.

In the whole hall, except for the wind chimes hanging on the window frames, it was his touching light laughter.

It's like a beautiful cello piece, stirring the wind and stirring the air.

"Ran, do you remember when you were a child?"

Hearing him ask like this, Zhu Chaoran was stunned for a moment, not to mention today's scene, it is really a little familiar.

He looked at Fan Jiuyan in front of him, although he had grown taller now.

The breath is getting colder and colder, and the eyebrow bones are also high, which is much more durable.

But when I saw him for the first time, the only thing that remained unchanged was this meticulous mind.

The wound in Zhu Chaoran's chest, although it has been a dull pain, reminds him once a month like an alarm.

But... It looks like I'm cured today.

Who let this little leader even remember the wound of a subordinate.

He was able to remember the location, as if he had established a coordinate system to find a point, and took revenge in the same position.

Thinking of the bullet in Yi's chest just now, Zhu Chaoran was not only relieved, but also moved.

"It's the same way to deal with it. He didn't know why his tone was a little pleasant.

Fan Jiuyan's hair was raised, and his whole body was bathed in the wind in front of the window,

His eyes were quietly closed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and his uncurved mouth under the bridge of his nose.

Hearing Zhu Chaoran's words, he drew an arc again.

"yes. He nodded.

Zhu Chaoran naturally remembers that the so-called unchanged has really not changed.

The little boy who was less than ten years old at the time.

His parents are both noble U-class vampires, so he must be a prospective candidate for the head of the entire Bloodline.

As his small, delicate body slowly walked up to that seat...

The unaware rebuke below can still be remembered by Zhu Chaoran.

"I am the leader, who will support me?"