"Jing Jiaren, you are the first woman who dares to hang up on my phone."

Megatron's voice seemed to come from hell, and it was terrifying.

Jing Jiaren mocked: "You are also the first man to call in the middle of the night~ to disturb me!" ”

"If it's Shang Yanxuan's call, isn't it called harassment?" His voice was eerie.

Jing Jiaren just wanted to be angry with him: "Yes." ”

"You're very bold." The cold air flow can be felt through the phone.

"You're annoying, what's the matter, hurry up and I'm going to sleep."

"Are you going to find him out to me, or do you want me to find him out myself?"

Los Angeles.

Ximen Longting's eyes were red, and as soon as he tilted his head, a glass of whiskey poured into his throat, as if swallowing a fire.

The goblet clenched tightly in his hand, and it shattered the base immediately when it slammed into the table.

Jing Jiaren heard the cracking sound and frowned slightly: "Are you threatening me?" You think I'm scared? ”

Ximen Longting let go of his hand, and there was a mark on the back of his hand that had been cut by broken glass.

Bright red blood dripped on the table, splashing.

He pursed his lips coldly, and those lips seemed to be red with blood.

In the dim night, his smile was both handsome and cold: "I already know your choice. ”

"What choice do I have?"

"I'll make him disappear from your shijie."

"What do you want to do?"

"Are you worried?"

"You answer me, what do you want to do to him!" Jing Jiaren's voice was slightly excited.

Ximen Longting felt a little suffocation in his chest, like a sudden pain.

He frowned, unable to understand where the pain was coming from.

He had drunk a lot of wine at the banquet, and he had missed her a little since he had only been away for a day, so he made this call, just to hear her voice.

Unexpectedly, this call made him so annoyed.

He has always been able to restrain his emotions rationally, but at this moment, he is extremely depressed, and he urgently needs an outlet to vent-

"You know exactly what I want to do to him."

"If you dare to mess around, try it."

"Your voice sounds nervous." His head was eroded by alcohol, and he hooked his lips coldly, like the red flap of the devil's lips and swallowed out merciless sentences, "Tell me, Jing Jiaren, you are worried about him." ”

"I'm not worried about you?"

"The more you worry about him, the more tormented he becomes."

"You madman, he is innocent, I will not let you go if you dare to do anything to him."

"Ha," Simon Longting laughed coldly, and the voice echoed in the night, "then try it?" ”

"Hey, you're ......"

"Ka", this time it was Ximen Longting who hung up the phone first.

Jing Jiaren held the microphone in a daze, and her heart suddenly became flustered--could he really want to do something to Shang Yanxuan, right?

Soon, she calmed down again. There are a lot of people named Shang Yanxuan on Shijie, how can Ximen Longting confirm which one it is?

What's more, he is no longer Shang Yanxuan in the past.

In the past, Shang Yanxuan's information had long been emptied, as if he had never existed in this shijie.

And Jing Jia and Jing Jia can only pronounce his name, and they don't even have a photo!

As long as Simon Longting can't find out his current identity, he can't be found.

How is it possible to find out? Even she didn't know who he was!

Thinking of this, Jing Jiaren felt sad, all along, she seemed to have fallen in love in a dream.