A yellow-skinned man with a typical Asian face, staggering into a deep alley, looking drunk and babbling nonsense. In the real civic activity area of Bangu, such deep and damp alleys can be seen everywhere.

Alcohol and gastric juices are churning, and the water storage device is about to overflow with a full load. He was looking for a secluded place to put water, but found that the seat had been taken.

He cursed dissatisfiedly, but the man with his back to him and the wall did not react.

After waiting for almost a minute, the man was about to burst out, jumped to his feet in a hurry, and pushed irritably, and the person facing the wall did not move at all, like an iron plate.

The man's eyes widened, hesitated for a moment, then simply closed his eyes and urinated on the back of the person facing the wall. The comfort of excretion made him hum a little song happily.

Soon, the trouser leg of the wall-facing man got wet.

The man shook and finished urinating.

What a quirky guy.

He gave one last look in amazement, lifted his pants and trotted away.

In an instant, he heard the sound of the air breaking and the splash of red liquid.

He felt like he was flying.

Yi Bufan walked out of the alley in silence, and many healing wounds could be seen on his exposed skin. His gloomy gaze swept over the hustle and bustle of the streets, and that intensity was enough.

After walking some distance, there were few pedestrians on the street, and there were only a few street lamps left on the corner.

The city was slowly sleeping, except for the small sound of the sewers.

He came to the unit of a separate residential building, jumped to the fourth floor, kicked the glass with his foot, and turned straight in.

It's a bathroom.

He jumped into the tub, the water was lukewarm and there were rose petals floating on it.

There was no one in the tank.

Yi Bufan raised his feet and stepped out of the bathtub, the foaming water on the ground was very slippery, which was a trace of the woman's escape.

He hesitated a little before putting his hand on the doorknob, and it was known that this woman was very good at using "doors, windows, and holes" to set traps.

"What, scared?"

Just a door away, the woman tried to provoke him with words.

He didn't care and opened the door.

Execution planning is a higher priority than survival.

He saw the purple birthmark like a willow leaf, and then the horizon reversed, and he briefly lost his sense of balance. Which side is on? Where's the next? How should the head and feet be placed?

In the correct gravity horizon, Yi Bufan's action at this moment is a bit ridiculous.

Restricting movement is the first step.

The preparation was somewhat hasty.

Because Zhang Zhili didn't expect that there would be uninvited guests tonight. But her expression was not panicked, and the moment she sensed the killing intent, she gave up her precious bath time and made arrangements to meet the enemy.

The second step is to escape.

Zhang Zhili was reluctant to entangle with this person, and it took her too much energy to arrange a memory window for Xu Weiliang, and the result of excessive consumption was to accelerate the body's backlash and accelerate the aging of the body.

She didn't want Weiliang to see her old appearance.

Zhang Zhili left from the place where Yi Bufan broke the window, just to reduce the cost of reinstallation. She threw herself into the night wrapped in a yukata, and the cold air poured into the void, but unfortunately there was no one on the street at the moment, and she was blind to this good spring light.

She knew exactly what she was looking for, and who had sent it. It's just that she doesn't understand why it's this time. Could it be that the man has already noticed it?

He chased after him. Much faster than expected.

Because the actual distance was closer, Zhang Zhili could clearly smell the smell on his body.

She gave a puzzled look, the feeling was obviously familiar, it was the essence of the ungood blood......

Zhang Zhili looked directly at the pair of indifferent eyes and said, "You want to kill me?" ”

Aside from a few beastly roars, he certainly wouldn't have any effective response.

In fact, he no longer has the ability to think for himself.

Zhang Zhili guessed a possibility, she suddenly smiled bitterly, and muttered to herself: "I understand, you are here to rob what he left behind." ”

So, she began to regret it.

I've already met with him today, so why don't you hand it over to him.

Sure enough, he was right, one day, he would be a big deal because of his little temper.

……

Ground floor.

"Fusu, I haven't seen you for many days, I miss it very much."

As soon as the sound came out, the surrounding air suddenly froze, and even the flames were slowly extinguished.

Xu Huang breathed a sigh of relief and struggled twice, but the chain was still tightly clamped.

Hearing this, he was stunned, Fusu? Who is it? Is this the wrong person?

A teenager secretly walked out, less than 1.6 meters tall, with a bloodless face and a thin body, and a head of hair as white as snow, which was his biggest identifying feature.

He is obviously a vigorous young man, but he has a pair of old eyes, like a dry lake, revealing a barren and rough rock face.

He realized that he had fallen into their trap. Maybe at the beginning of the fight, Luo Zijin slept with him, just to break his body and will, and prepare for today's conspiracy.

Obviously, the two neuropaths watched too many suspense movies and teamed up to plan everything.

Isn't there often that kind of sacrificial plot?

This young white-headed guy didn't know if he had some incurable disease, and he came up with a way to sacrifice others to fulfill himself.

Driven by the desire to survive, his brain is running at a rare high speed, and countless vivid thoughts are ready to move.

In the midst of the tension, the spark of wisdom in the brain spewed out a moving light!

Since you want to act, then I'll accompany you!

Xu Huang coughed lightly, and his expression became indifferent and free: "Hehe, it's been a long time." ”

The white-headed young man smiled slightly and said, "Don't pretend, it's all about to happen, no one will look at your jokes." ”

Xu Huang's heart tightened,, how does this thing know me so well?

But the surface is still stiff: "I have already seen that you are in a group." ”

These words attracted the interest of the bald boy, and he was silent for a while.

Xu Huang was tied, so he could only look at it with his head tilted, it was really a drain on his neck, and after a long time, he felt like he was going to break it.

"That...... Can you loosen the tie for me first? It's really inconvenient for me to talk like that. ”

No one paid any attention to him.

Well, captives really have no human rights.

He simply lay flat, didn't look at the white-headed boy's expression, and spoke to himself.

"You let this woman approach me to get to know me, right?"

The white-headed boy thought for a moment and said, "Yes." ”

Indeed, the current Xu Huang is not the Fusu of the past, the strange opponent is terrible, and he must know everything about the enemy. Therefore, the emotional development of the two was deliberately arranged.

In addition to squeezing dry, it is more about obtaining information.

"She used to be Luo Zijin, the ordinary female assistant who followed Yi Bufan, but now it's not, right?"

This time, the white-headed boy didn't think about it and directly agreed with his point of view.

Without waiting for Xu Huang to say more, the white-headed young man said curiously: "Since you already knew that she was not Luo Zijin, then you still ...... Night Song? (The end of the site's recommended resources means that there will be no more exposure and new book friends joining.) This is a slow-burning book, and it depends on everyone's support to barely stay like this...... Don't ask for a reward, a little bit of tickets and weeding comments in the book circle are all great support! ）