At this moment, the wrists of his hands were cut off by a living cross-cut, and the palms of his two hands fell to the ground bloodily, shocking.

"The woman who dares to touch me, your hand, should be chopped!" In the depths of the drowsy alley, a voice slowly sounded.

The cold and bloodthirsty but elegant and young man's voice, which is extremely magnetic and beautiful, is like a cold spring in the quiet night, so cold that it freezes people's hearts.

The little hooligans looked over in horror as they sounded.

I saw that under the dark sky, deep in the alley illuminated by dim and broken street lamps, a group of killers like dark phantoms, with vigorous bodies and silent sounds, they seemed to cover the darkness of the world like a dark shadow covering the moonlight.

And standing in front of that group of terrifying killers was an incredibly beautiful man who was cold and handsome, and a black murderous aura swept around his body like a hurricane.

A little more mature than a teenager, and younger and more arrogant than a man, the most youthful years, the most cold face, the purest temperament, like night and fog, like wind and fire, this man, gathered a man can have the most extreme excellence, from head to toe, perfect and thrilling, people will be ashamed to look at it, feel humble to the dust!

Those hooligans looked at this handsome and ruthless man who was as handsome as a fairy, but bloodthirsty as a demon, and instantly felt that their throats were pinched by a cold iron hoop, and an invisible pressure like Mount Tai overwhelming made their chests cold and suffocated, unable to breathe.

I could only stare at him with wide eyes, and watch him walk in step by step with fear, and his feet couldn't move as if he had nails.

"Ah, it hurts me to death...... "The boss who had his hands cut off looked at the man with his bloody hands, and almost fainted when he saw the man casually playing with two sharp cross knives in his hands.

He knew that it was those two knives, the two cross knives that flew just now, and cut off his hands.

The boss, in extreme fear, finally couldn't help screaming, and the terrible sound shook people's eardrums.

The other ruffians were startled by his tearing sound and woke up.

Run away, as for the life or death of the boss, I don't care.

Those who fell to the ground rushed forward with their hands and feet in embarrassment, and the others turned even pale, spreading their legs and running towards the mouth of the alley, as if there was a boundless hell behind them.

As soon as they saw that man, they knew that man was definitely more terrifying than Satan, and they couldn't escape, and I was afraid that worse than death was waiting for them.

They didn't guess wrong, this person was indeed more terrible than the demon king Satan, so how could they be allowed to escape.

So with a wave of the man's elegant hand, no matter how simple and casual the movements, the shadow-like black figures behind him had silently raised the gun with a silencer in their hands, and with a dull few thumping sounds of bullets into the flesh, those people screamed and covered their legs, rolling around in pain on the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The scene is weird and terrifying, and in this silent night, it seems even more infiltrating.

The cold and upright man, silently walked to the unconscious Jun Yiyi on the ground, the arrogant dark eyes oozing a trace of tenderness and pampering, like winter snow melting, the sky is full of flowers, he stretched out his hand to stop the girl and pick him up, that careful posture, as if the woman in his arms is the most precious treasure in the world, so focused and affectionate, nostalgic and reluctant!