Ji didn't shoot easily, he was waiting.

Wait for a death to be confirmed.

There was no movement from all sides.

Finally, a week later, news came that two bodies, a man and a woman, were found, judging from all aspects of clothing, they were Bai Nuan and Anyang.

The news of the death was confirmed.

Ji dispatched people over and set a time.

Premium meeting room.

Meng Chixi sat next to him, well-behaved, not at all as debauched as outside.

She secretly glanced at Ji who was sitting on the top, and couldn't say what she felt.

She once wanted to seduce him, but after being locked up for a long time, she completely extinguished this thought.

Song Zhengyang sat opposite her, still looking gloomy.

There were others down there, one of them...... Including Siniang.

She was supposed to be from Anyang......

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to see my little teacher come home, understand?" He seemed to be talking about the shortness of home, his voice was warm and refreshing, and his eyes were still as empty as a quiet orchid.

"I can show you the way." Siniang lowered her head and opened her mouth, her hands on the table, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Ji glanced at her, raised his lips slightly, his eyes fell on her hand, his fingers rested on the table, and he knocked lightly a few times.

"Ayan, kill it." He stood up, holding the cat in his arms, tenderly, but there was nothing in his eyes, and there was a strange dark light in his pale green eyes.

"Okay." Song Zhengyang stood up, the knife in his hand slipped from his sleeve to his palm, and his eyes walked towards Siniang coldly.

Siniang knew that something was wrong, so she raised her leg and kicked over the stool.

"Bang-" The stool and table fell, Meng Chixi hurriedly stood up and hid to the side, she couldn't do this kind of thing of fighting and killing.

"Stop! Or I'll shoot! Siniang held the gun tightly in her hand, and looked at Ji with red eyes.

He stopped, didn't turn around, his voice was full of pity, like a bell ringer in an ancient temple, but this one was a demon out of ten.

"Why do you think you can get past me with a gun?"

Siniang panicked and reached out to see the ammunition.

Sure enough, it was empty.

"Heh~" he chuckled and lowered his long eyelashes, "You like a person, but you killed him with your own hands, are you happy?" ”

Ji only said this one sentence and walked out of the door.

Siniang's crazy roar came from inside, and in the painful voice, she became weaker and weaker.

Gradually, there was no sound.

She likes the master, but she doesn't like the person named Bai Nuan, this news is her idea, and Ji is very relieved to let her do it.

It's just that she didn't expect that Ji would let someone notify Anyang to go over.

Her master, in the end, loves too much.

Siniang was lying on the cold ground, blood staining her surroundings, and the light in her eyes was spreading little by little.

If he hadn't saved her back then, wouldn't she have had such wishful thinking and love without ......

"You're really not gentle, this old slut, but you have two points of beauty~", Meng Chixi hugged his arms, stood aside, and said coldly, his eyes full of charm.

Song Zhengyang glanced at her lightly, wiped the knife clean, put it back, and stepped over the corpse on the ground, leaving only a word.

"Clean up this place."

In terms of rights, Song Zhengyang has come into contact with things that are far deeper than Meng Chixi, but he generally doesn't care much about her, he killed someone today, he was inexplicably depressed, and he didn't have the same pleasure as before, he needed to find someone to vent.