Because He Meimei likes it, she thought about the reason why Cheng Mo did that for a long time, but she didn't expect the real reason to be so bleak, she felt a little embarrassed in her heart, she ate a little more for dinner, touched her stomach and decided to go out for a walk.

The night breeze blows the winter in Hollywood, and the unique scent of grass wafts through the air.

Gillian likes Los Angeles very much, the people are open and bold, have the taste of prairie children, and the climate is mild and pleasant, even at the coldest time, the average temperature is around 13 degrees.

Sometimes I think about it, although modern people have lost some of the beauty of nature, they are still much luckier than the Han Dynasty.

Just like her, even if she is a nobleman of the Celestial Empire, the farthest place she has been to is a small town outside Chang'an City, and the most important thing is that the food is too poor, well!

No jelly, fondue, ice cream...... Gillian thought of ice cream, rubbed her stomach and sighed a little, it's so delicious, why don't you go back and eat one?

Before she knew it, she had walked a long way, and the neighborhood was silent at night, with only large shadows cast by trees under the soft street lamps.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her back, as if something was whistling and shooting over, her body quickly deviated, as far as possible to avoid the vital point, obviously aware of a silver needle pierced her left arm, numbness suddenly spread from her wrist, she frowned and sealed the acupoint of her left arm, and turned her head to see two rugged and majestic men, one sentry and one running at high speed.

So skilled?

Gillian's sense of cynicism, inspired by Cheng Mo's story, suddenly exploded.

She pretended to be numb and staggered two steps, feeling a powerful force grab her arm and throw it on her shoulder, Gillian pretended to struggle twice, and "fainted".

It took three minutes of bumpy walking to get into a car, and after being thrown into the back seat for a while, she narrowed her eyes slightly into a slit to observe the situation around her.

It was a van with six Yi men like the one just now, and two women in the back seat, one with the appearance of the place and the other who seemed to be Asian like her.

The gang seemed to be very informative about their anesthetics, and did not tie them up and just tossed them aside.

Gillian closed her eyes, none of those people spoke after getting into the car, and they cooperated tacitly in pairs, and it didn't seem to be the first time they had done it, so organized and disciplined...... Maybe it's a big gang.

She snorted coldly in her heart, now that the dragon is trapped in the shallows, the palace has no resources in its hands, but it can still eliminate harm for the people!

Because of the similarity with the great Empress Dowager Bo, after Gillian grew up, the Empress Dowager Dou has been in charge of her education, and like those princes and grandchildren, she listens to the emperor's stories, reads the strategy of governing the country, talks about the gains and losses of government affairs, and talks about the selection of talents, and has always been a tomboy image in the eyes of the princes.

It can be said that literary talent and martial arts are no less than any man, so she is not afraid of unexpected danger at this moment, but has a kind of eagerness to try.

It can't be worse than Lin.

When this thought appeared, Gillian almost couldn't control her expression and frowned, she was weird, why did she think of him again?

Alas, pretending to be faint is a technical job, breathing should be steady, eyebrows can not be frowned, eyes can not blink, and the corners of the mouth can not move!

Gillian endured a long and bumpy journey with the basic cultivation of an actor, and this cultivation was almost ruined when she was carried and thrown on the wet ground.

But the moment she opened her eyes, she froze......