Chapter Ninety-Four: Is This an Elopement or a Murder?

"Where's Yu'er?" When Lu Yunyan returned with hangover medicine, where was Mu Yu still in the car?

And Ye Chong, who had just answered the phone and returned, was also stunned for a moment, "This ...... Madame escaped again? ”

When Ye Chong couldn't figure out the situation, the unconscious deer antler opened his eyes.

Looking at the empty seat beside her, she suddenly panicked, "It's broken!" The man in white who had just had a white mask captured Yuyu. ”

Thinking back to the figure that seemed to be an angel descending to earth just now, but with a bone-eroding chill, the antler velvet was afraid for a while.

When he heard the white mask, Lu Yunyan's gloomy wolf eyes narrowed slightly, "You mean, the white mask with the eagle mark?" ”

"Yes, yes, the mask has a black eagle on it." Deer antler velvet had never experienced anything like this, and he was immediately flustered.

Hearing this, Ye Chong panicked, "It's the Rakshasa Gate again?" ”

Lu Yunyan exuded a bone-eroding coldness all over his body, and his voice was cold, "Check it out for me immediately!" I can't find Yu'er, you come to see you! ”

Feeling his master's anger, Ye Chong was so frightened that he wiped his cold sweat and quickly went to check.

But after a while, Ye Chong weakly spoke, "Master, according to the dashcam and the monitoring on this road, the most suspicious is a blue locomotive ......"

Recalling his own wife who was still racing in a couple's car just now, Ye Chong's heart was extremely complicated.

"So, is this an elopement or a murder?" Deer antler velvet blinked with a pair of bright eyes, and asked weakly in doubt.

Until she looked at the pair of scarlet wolf eyes, she was so frightened that she hurriedly got out of the car, "Ahem, I'll go to the school to look for it, and I have news to contact Lu Shaoha." ”

As the temperature inside the car dropped to freezing, the antler velvet quickly fled and got out of the car.

"Go to the Rakshasa Gate to ask for someone!" Lu Yunyan's cold voice was gloomy and bone-shattering.

But Ye Chong couldn't help but ask, "Then do you want to look for the school?" In case the lady and the ......"

The word elopement was still finished, but was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Ah Chong, why don't you go to Africa to develop new projects?" The wolf's eyes were surging with rage, like a volcano that was about to erupt in minutes.

Ye Chong was stunned for a moment, and turned around to do as instructed.

Until the gloomy voice behind him then ordered, "Also, bring Gu Jinghuai and the sword wolf!" ”

The Rakshasa Gate is the number one killer sect, and since its establishment, no one has missed any order received.

It is an organization that terrifies everyone, and no one dares to mess with it.

But for a person like Lu Yunyan who grew up in a wolf's den, let alone breaking through the Rakshasa Gate, even hell dares to enter!

In front of the Rakshasa Gate Temple.

The thin body that was tied upside down writhed uneasily.

A pair of eyes like butterfly wings slowly opened, but the picture that was imprinted into her sight at this time made her phoenix eyes twist slightly.

The delicate wrist was streaked with a purple streak by the iron chain, and the long wavy hair fell downward, covering a pretty face.

But at the bottom of her eyes, a sly dark light slipped in an instant.

Until a hellish cold voice came from a distance, "A woman worthy of a wolf can still remain calm in this situation." ”

In the bone-eroding cold cave, the person leaning on the back of the eagle's head chair is particularly eye-catching in a white suit.

Especially the eagle-headed black umbrella held in the palm of his hand, which seems to show his status as a king.

Mu Yu flicked his hair, as if he didn't see the pool of fire under him at all.

The fire burns in the pool-like furnace pool.

The man who had been sitting on the eagle's head seat slowly got up, carrying an iron chair in one hand and a large bouquet of roses in the other.

He paused in front of the fire pool and stared up at the delicate figure hanging from it.

The evil and ruthless black eyes under the mask are like eagle hooks, which take people's souls.

"No matter how delicate a rose is, if it falls into the furnace, it will ...... into molten slurry. ”

The sound fell, and the iron chair in the palm of the palm fell into the fire pool at the same time as the roses.

But after a few moments, the iron chair and the delicate rose melted into liquid.