Nalan Yejue's heart seemed to be soaked in the blood of the big pool, and his eyes were also dyed red.

He pulled out a Kl25 from under the saddle and rushed out of the car, risking being strafed, and walked in the direction of Qin Xin without hesitation.

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Presidential palace.

Jun Ruyi was in front of the dresser, carefully depicting the eye makeup.

Chen Lele gave her a new eyeshadow named "Ten Mile Red Makeup", saying that it is the most fashionable thing for girls to get engaged in the upper circles.

Red, especially joyful.

Jun Ruyi decided to see Nalan Yejue in the future and wear this eyeshadow.

The maid came over and asked her: "Miss, the dress you ordered has arrived, will you give you the red one?" ”

The eldest lady seems to be in a good mood and wears makeup, so it's right to recommend bright colors.

Who knows, Jun Ruyi thought for a while: "The one that takes the white!" ”

Hmm, on the killer's side, there should be good news soon, right?

Maybe I'll see Mr. Nalan at Qin Xin's funeral soon.

White is just right for Qin Xin's funeral.

Where did the maid know Jun Ruyi's thoughts, she only felt that the eldest lady had been getting more and more moody recently, and she couldn't figure out her temper.

Jun Ruyi drew half of his eyebrows, and the mobile phone on the desktop suddenly vibrate.

Squinted, it was the number she was expecting: "How is it, is the person dead?" ”

She believed that if the killer hadn't already succeeded, he wouldn't have called her so quickly.

After all, he said last night that he would ambush outside the Imperial Central Laboratory all night, find the best ambush angle, and wait for Qin Xin to come back the next morning, waiting for the rabbit.

However.

On the other end of the phone, a cold and gloomy male voice came: "Jun Ruyi, it will be you who will die." ”

The aura of indifference and gloom to the point of putting people to death, obviously a phone call from a distance, but it seems to be around.

Nalan Nightlord!

How could it be him?

Jun Ruyi took the phone away a little in a daze, and glanced at the caller ID, yes, it was the killer's phone, but the voice was Nalan Yejue's.

There is only one possibility, and that is that the killer has been captured by Nalan Nightlord.

What about Qin Xin?

Did the killer act? Did you hit it?

Jun Ruyi was frightened and worried: "Mr. Nalan, you listen to my explanation, it's not what you see, I ......"

The other party hung up the phone coldly.

Outside the presidential palace, the whistle of a police car sounded.

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Imperial Central Laboratory.

On the white marble steps at the door, Nalan Yejue was holding Qin Xin, the blood of one hand.

At his feet, the killer fell to the ground on his back, his forehead being hit with precision, his eyeballs bulging out, and he was already breathing.

Nalan Yejue threw away the killer's mobile phone and hugged Qin Xin tightly.

He didn't wear knee pads with him, and he was still in a wheelchair, so there was no way to take Qin Xin up the steps, but if he detoured from the elevator in the underground garage, he was worried that the delay would make her lose too much blood.

He can't afford to delay for a second!

Just now he just drove away from Qin Xin for a second, and this kind of thing happened, he regretted it very much at the moment, and he should have tied her to his trouser belt for a second.

Without the slightest hesitation, he moved directly, trying to get out of the wheelchair, supporting his body with his strong arms, wanting to carry Qin Xin on his shoulder, send her into the operating room of the laboratory, and find someone to save her.

He can't walk, even if he uses to climb, he has to climb the steps and take her to safety!

He knew that it was a loss of identity, and even a little undignified, but compared to her life, identity and dignity were not worth mentioning.