However, before he could react, the man was already tightly embraced by his overlying body.

The hug was too tight, and the force was so heavy that it seemed to drain the last of my breath.

His low voice lingered in his ears, with a slight undulation, "Thank you......"

I closed my eyes and suppressed the tears that were about to float, but I felt the strength wrapped around me, like my only support at the moment, real and reassuring.

I don't know how long it has been, but time has quietly passed every square of the night, but it has not been able to leave a trace in my heart.

In the silence, he whispered, his magnetic voice was not abrupt in the dark night, "You know, your battle was beautiful......

I shook my head slightly, no matter how beautiful it was, it didn't make up for the damage she had already inflicted, and it didn't stop the damage she was doing now.

The night was cold, and I sucked his body heat, and the breath around me gradually tasted like I wanted to sleep.

I think I'm really tired, and since I entered the Furmings house, I've always been pushing myself to tense my nerves, putting myself ready for battle, and never really giving myself a good rest at ease.

The reason is lost step by step, the mind is also scattered, and the consciousness seems to be firmly pulled by something, falling into the unprovoked depth.

In my dreams, I walked through the cool darkness with every step, and walked straight forward, obviously aimless, but as if guided by an invisible guide.

A ray of oblique light in front of me reflected the spacious and ornate hall, and through the dreamy mist, I gradually discerned, standing in a dusty old medieval castle, passing through the blurred window lattice frescoes, faintly showing the once luxurious and elegant artistic atmosphere.

I squinted, and in the darkness that cut off the light, a figure loomed out of the couch with its back to me, to be exact. I could vaguely see an arm on the arm of the sofa, and the man's very little face.

I couldn't recognize the person's appearance at all, let alone whether it was a man or a woman, but that figure made me feel familiar and friendly, and I subconsciously decided that it was someone close to me, and I couldn't help but step forward. Trying to grasp what little warmth there was in this desperate depth.

It's closer...... There were only two steps left, but I still couldn't see more of the man, until the last distance was gone, and I stood diagonally behind the man.

The back of the sofa was so high that it buried the figure in it, and I couldn't help but reach out and touch the man's arm.

The wind blew, the curtains behind me gently stirred, and my fingertips touched the white hand. It's a little cold.

At that moment, a gunshot rang out out of nowhere, followed by a whistling bullet that hit the man on the couch as my breathing stalled.

Suddenly the blood splattered all over me, and I froze on the spot, as if someone had choked me. Only looking at the bright blood red of his white clothes in horror, the fingertips that had just stretched out were covered in blood. At the moment, it is falling with the trend.

I was very scared and wanted to escape, but I couldn't move at all as if I was frozen.

When fear and coldness were about to annihilate me, a low voice gently came, and the syllables of the night, I don't know if it was a dream or a reality. "Feather ......"

I tried my best to grasp the only palpable reality, and suddenly I woke up and escaped from the dream.

"What's wrong?" A soft voice came.

"Blood...... It's a lot of blood, it's terrifying......" I said.

It was dark, and my brain ached as if it had been hit with a hammer. The pain was unbearable, but there was a comfortable warmth at my side, I gasped and leaned against the hot object, and vaguely heard some voices in my ears, which were very light reassurances, "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream, it's okay......"

"No, alone...... Dead in front of me......" The voice trembled helplessly, and in the panic, I clung to the corner of his clothes, even though I knew it was just a dream, but the fear permeated every inch of my body, lingering.

"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen with me......" The tone was firm, I looked up, a pair of obsidian-like eyes in the dark night, reflecting the pure light, Si Tianzhe half hugged me, and his fingers wiped the thin sweat on my forehead, gentle and pity.

"That's a lot...... There was a lot of blood, and my whole body was covered with ......" consciousness gradually recovered, but the fear was not gone, and I couldn't help but murmur, my voice trembling.

Holding me tighter, his fingertips went down to my cheek.

The heat of his palm, his strong chest, and his steady heartbeat silently conveyed the most powerful comfort to me, and the next moment, his warm lips fell softly on my eyebrows, the corners of my eyes, and my cheeks...... He didn't speak, he just used this most direct way, which reassured me.

In the overflowing warmth, my breath gradually stabilized.

Suddenly, the crisp ringtone of the phone pierced the current silence, and it was not mine.

A small kiss lingered on the corner of my lips, and Si Tianzhe didn't seem to care about the phone that was about to jump up by himself.

The "phone ......" had calmed down, and I couldn't help but remind him.

"Don't worry about ......," he whispered, his voice a little hoarse, but his lips covered mine.

I hurriedly pushed him away, with a hint of panic in my voice, "It must be urgent to find you so late, you?-"

Suddenly, the sudden sound of gunfire cut off my words, I could discern that the voice came from downstairs, Si Tianzhe picked up the phone unhurriedly, and the voice on the other end of the receiver was really a little urgent, "President, someone broke into our company, and now the hall on the first floor is exchanging fire with our people." ”

"Who is it?" Compared with the other party's anxiety, Si Tianzhe became more and more calm, his face was calm as usual, as if the fierce battle and gunfight that was currently going on had nothing to do with him.

"Looks like it's supposed to be someone from the Furcumens family."

I was surprised, Jossi, he still came.

As if to confirm my conjecture, the next second, my phone vibrated as well.

I picked it up, and Zoshi's eager voice immediately came to me, "Ruori, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine," I replied, "don't do anything with them, I'll go down at once......"

"But you ......," he was clearly still not at ease.

I'm afraid he'll still attack him, I added, "Within five minutes." ”

"Very well," he replied, "I'll wait for you downstairs." ”

Hanging up, I got up, and this time there was no reason to linger.

"Wait a minute." Si Tianzhe got up with me, but at this moment, there was a trace of ups and downs other than calm, "You...... Isn't there anything else? ”

I looked back at him and said calmly, "No." ”

"The purpose of your coming here tonight," said an impatience in his tone, contrary to my composure, "is there nothing else to do but draw that man away?" ”

"I don't remember any other purpose." I said calmly, and then I took a step, "My brother is still waiting for me, goodbye." ”

"You know-" He stopped me without doing anything, just with a word, "you know, as long as you open your mouth, whatever happens, I'll fix it for you......"

I stood still, and naturally understood what he meant, and if I asked him for evidence of the assassination that night, he would not embarrass me, and he would give it even without me asking. How well he understands me, if I hadn't willingly accepted his help, his self-initiated help would only be regarded as a charity by me, proudly resisting and pushing away.

"It's not that difficult to accept my help, you can trust me......" The tone was firm and intertwined with expectation, but I couldn't respond to it.

I suddenly thought of the situation of being trapped in the castle in Switzerland that day, and he was expecting me to take the initiative to speak, to take the initiative to speak, and to ask him to help me.

It's just Si Tianzhe, you still saw one thing wrong, although I was angry at that time and didn't want to admit defeat, but now, when there are too many confused feelings between us that we can't love and can't ask for, how can I strip off my only remaining self-esteem in front of you, and ridiculously ask you for something?

I didn't know it then, and I can't do it now.

So let me keep this only pride, so that I don't feel too bad in your eyes.

I turned around and furled the corners of my lips casually, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need to." ”

Without further hesitation, I resolutely left.

There was silence behind him.

Downstairs, Zosi stood in the hall, his face was cold, and his body was full of gloomy murderous aura.

Ignoring the imposing black-clad bodyguard beside him, I stepped forward in a deep voice, but before I could get closer, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist and led me into the thick darkness outside the Si Mansion.

Without saying a word all the way, Zoshi drove himself, and the black body in the cold night carried an inexplicable eagerness, but I was calm and calm, waiting for him to hide his anger at some point.

The mansion was brightly lit, and the disappearance in the middle of the night was thought to be busy with these bodyguards and servants, so I took a heavy breath and went straight upstairs.

"Take a break, change your clothes later, and I'll take you out." Behind him, Zoxi, who had not spoken all the way, suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" I turned around, surprised.

"I said I'd teach you how to use a gun this weekend." He replied, and then went one step ahead of me, and walked upstairs without a hint of expression.

*

Towards noon, we had already landed on a plane in the beautiful south of France, and Zosi led me to a huge estate.

"The owner of this estate, Mr. Nicholas, is a well-traveled and hobby, and a hobby of shooting, and there is a shooting range behind his estate...... "But before we do that, we have to attend an event. ”

With an official smile on his lips, Zosi gracefully extended his arm to me, and I stepped over the crook of his arm and stepped with him into the manor, guided by the servant.

The view from the courtyard is stunning, with exquisite marble sculptures throughout the courtyard and a tranquil lake that sparkles in the sun. However, the most local characteristics are the pastoral scenery full of vitality everywhere, with low hedges, shrubs and flowers, ornamental fruit trees, and a natural landscape of suburban idylls leisurely presented in front of you, and the smoky wilderness is extremely pleasant. (To be continued......)