Xi Hanyan tried his best to dodge, but he was still hit in the shoulder.

There was a "click" sound, and a sharp pain struck violently.

Suddenly, as if someone had touched a switch, her eyes gradually became fierce, and her eyebrows and eyes were also stained with a bit of bloodthirsty coldness.

Five minutes later, only the driver was left squatting beside the car with his head in his hands, looking at the only girl standing on the field trembling, his eyes full of horror and awe.

The people on the field were lying all over the place, if they weren't still convulsing, he would have thought that they were all killed by Xi Hanyan.

The girl's white dress had been stained red with blood, and the sparkling diamonds were like bloody teardrops in the light, splashed with dots of blood.

The beige trench coat was not recognizable, lining the girl's pale face, like a crumbling red rose in the autumn wind.

Xi Hanyan's little heels were kicked off as early as the very beginning, and his white and lustrous feet stepped on the ground, splashing dots of red liquid.

Her steps were staggering, and her right arm was limp at her side.

Like a one-eyed wolf king, arrogant, indifferent and powerful.

In a bloodthirsty battle that was almost impossible to win, he finally won the crushing victory with a proud attitude.

Then he calmly walked towards his booty.

The bright red footprints spread all the way in, until they were faint, and then disappeared.

As soon as the red hair arrived, he saw such a strange picture.

He knew that he was late, and his heart was a little cold, so he hurriedly asked his brother to tie people up.

And he hurried to Xi Hanyan's side and whispered: "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

Xi Hanyan turned his head and looked at him indifferently.

In those autumn eyes, there was a coldness, only the indifference and murderous intent that devoured the bones.

The snow-white cheeks were splashed with red dots, adding a bit of terrifying charm.

Hongmao was horrified by her eyes, and quickly silenced.

Xi Hanyan turned around and continued to walk into the factory.

The red fur didn't dare to follow, so he had to stay outside.

He looked at the dark and dreary sky overhead, the dark clouds were melancholy, and the moon shadow was missing, and his mind recalled the glance that Xi Hanyan had just looked at him just now.

The horror that had just subsided crept up on his back again.

He always felt that Xi Hanyan seemed to be a different person, more ruthless than before, and more like an out-of-control robot.

The big old iron door was open, and when the night wind came, it creaked like a worn bellows, sharp and unpleasant.

The innermost room, which was still in good condition, was originally an office, and the tables and chairs in the room were still intact, but they were covered with dust.

In the dark office, a white lamp was lit, reflecting the pale and quiet face of the young man.

Lu Qingran was dazed for a moment, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was pierced by the bright light in front of him and began to cry.

"Awake?"

Footsteps rang out from outside the door, stepping over the threshold and slowly approaching him.

Lu Qingran couldn't see who it was, but the tone was very familiar-

This is Lu Haoran's voice.

After listening to the recording a few times, he naturally couldn't get it wrong.

Lu Qingran found that he was tied to the chair, his legs were split and tied to the legs of the chair, and he couldn't move at all.

"Where's Xiao Xi? How is she? ”

His voice was calm, without a hint of panic.

At this time, Lu Qingran already understood that he was kidnapped by Lu Haoran.

Before he was kidnapped, he was finishing picking up a custom-made ring when he suddenly received a phone call.

The other party used Xi Hanyan's distress as bait to lure him into taking the bait.

Lu Qingran called Xi Hanyan's mobile phone, but he didn't get through, so he hurriedly went to the agreed place.

Then he was unconsciously stunned, and when he woke up, he was already tied up here.

He was more worried about the safety of the little liar than he was about himself.