Tang Qi's heart warmed, "You finally treat me as your brother." He turned around with a slightly evasive look in his eyes.

"Brother, it's cold, don't act like a spirit guy all day long." After Tang Yune finished eating, he casually picked up the magazine that had been prepared on the table and looked with great interest.

Tang Qi looked at this sister who had been with him for a long time while eating, recalling some things in his mind, his palms gradually clenched, and the green tendons on his forehead were slightly raised.

"It's early in the morning, I'm not angry with you here, go out and turn right, don't send it." Tang Yune coughed.

"Does your brother make you so annoying? Anyway, he's a beautiful man. Tang Qi looked at her with disgust.

"Yes, beautiful man, if you're all right, go back and rest." Pushing and dragging towards the door.

Tang Qi looked at the closed door and prepared to move forward, "I want to change my clothes." He dropped the sentence and closed the door again.

“。。。”

The girl in the room watched through the window as the figure faded away, lowered the curtain, went to the closet, and took out the innermost piece of clothing.

The girl in front of the mirror was dressed in black mysteriously, her long hair was tied high into a ponytail, her skin was so tender that she could pinch out the water, Tang Yune held the lipstick in her left hand and applied it quietly, looking at her fair skin in front of the mirror.

casually glanced at the clock, the whole person was slightly distracted, and his face gradually turned a little pale. The sound of the hands of the clock continued to strike rhythmically.

A hint of helplessness appeared on the girl's beautiful face, and she turned around silently.

If...... If it doesn't work out, then leave quietly!

In early autumn, the night is as cool as water, although it is early autumn, but there are not many people on the streets at ten o'clock at night, the weather is a little dry, and the wind rustles on the dry and yellowed leaves.

A black-clad figure waited against the wall in the night, closed to recuperate, hands clasped together, one finger unintentionally touching the arm.

After a while, several dark shadows came from far and near, "Look at someone!" "The voice was extremely low in the night, but it could still be heard clearly.

The few people who walked behind immediately entered a state of defense, holding sharp weapons tightly in their hands.

"Who are you?" A slightly older middle-aged man looked at the woman in a black trench coat in front of him, although his face was fierce, his filthy gaze did not shift from the figure.

Tang Yune took advantage of the dark shadow of the light falling on the ground, lazily lifted his breath, blew aside a strand of hair that fell on his face, and touched his hand critically. But he didn't look this way at all.

"Little girl, it's not safe to be alone outside, I'll send you home." With an evil smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, he walked towards the girl step by step.

The wind continued to blow in the evening, and the leaves that were already dry and yellow and about to fall to the ground were gently blown by the wind, and the trees were instantly bare.

"No need, I know the way." Tang Yune's smile was a little cold, wiped his fingers, and said coldly to the middle-aged man who was lying on the ground first and unconscious.

"It's a pity, a few more were wasted." The silver-shiny needles are even sharper in the light. Neatly arranged in the girl's hands.

Tang Yune withdrew the silver needle, looked at the blood stains on his body, and took off the outermost windbreaker extremely reluctantly, threw it on the ground casually, and left in black leather shoes.