Xu Xiao's heart jumped, but before he could react, a cold light flashed in front of him, so fast that he couldn't dodge it at all.

Something seemed to run from the corner of his forehead to his chin.

Jun Mo Yan's movements were so fast that they didn't give people a chance to react at all.

A scream that made people's scalps tingle sounded, shaking people's eardrums.

"Ahh

Xu Xiao covered his left eye and screamed in pain, sat on the sofa and wanted to get up, but he couldn't get up.

Blood flowed from his fingers, instantly staining his entire face and hands.

His other hand was nailed to the table with a sharp short knife.

What was held on the handle of the knife was Jun Mo Yan's hand that looked extremely beautiful and could not feel the lethality at all.

The bodyguard behind Xu Xiao was just about to pull out his gun and step forward, but the white clothes moved far faster than them.

The bullets fired from the silencer pistol looked a little dull in this large space, but the lethality was not diminished.

The smell of blood quickly spread

Xu Xiao covered his scratched left eye, the intense pain was unbearable, his legs kept kicking on the ground, his eyes were black for a while, and he almost fainted in pain.

Jun Mo Yan got up slightly, propped one hand on the table, and bent down to approach Xu Xiao.

Looking at the face that was pale with pain covered by scarlet blood, he was screaming with his teeth, gasping for air, and smiling strangely.

He opened his mouth, and a low, extremely magnetic voice sounded low: "Looking for a backer? I'm a backer myself. ”

As he spoke, the hand holding the handle of the knife was lifted up suddenly, and the knife was pulled out of Xu Xiao's palm, and his backhand wiped Xu Xiao's throat.

The movements are crisp and unrelenting.

Blood splattered out.

Xu Xiao's eyes widened, his eyes full of unwillingness, hatred and disbelief.

I don't want to believe that I am dead until I die.

His hand, still covering his left eye, slowly loosened and drooped.

The whole person went soft and fell back on the sofa, motionless and out of breath.

Jun Moyan stood up straight, and the hand holding the short knife slowly put down.

"Bang dang."

The short knife stained with Xu Xiao's blood fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.

It was discarded by him on the ground like garbage.

"If you let it go, you will say that it was done by the White Underworld." A cold, emotionless voice sounded.

"Understood." Bai Yi put away the gun and nodded in response.

If you dare to come to talk to them with such a few people, how confident you are in yourself.

As soon as the picture turned, in the hotel-

Jun Moyan, who had taken a bath, came out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe, holding a dry towel in his hand, and was wiping his short wet hair.

I couldn't help but flash the picture of Wen Xiaoai crawling on his shoulder when he was still a cat, and I had to help him wipe his hair, as well as Wen Xiaoai recovering behind him and hanging on him to wipe his hair.

A shallow smile spread at the corner of his mouth, Jun Moyan's face softened, and there was a bit of tenderness in his eyes.

The mobile phone on the bed suddenly rang, Jun Moyan took a few steps forward and picked up the phone.

saw that it was Tsing Yi who initiated a video call with him on WeChat.

Jun Mo Yan connected, and what appeared in front of him was not Tsing Yi, but ......

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan who appeared on the computer screen, blinked, and waved at him excitedly:

"Jun Mo Yan~"

Jun Moyan smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed with his mobile phone.

"Dinner?" He asked.

"Well, I ate it, I ate sweet and sour pork ribs." Wen Xiaoai smashed her mouth, as if she hadn't eaten enough.