It could have been this watch, which had tied them together, even his heartbeat, and he didn't feel that tremor in his heart until the second before he lost her.

Scared, panicked, all don't want to lose the warm heartbeat in their hearts.

Was it love at first sight, it wasn't; Is it a long-term love, and it's not.

It is a kind of dependence that borders on each other, a warmth of interdependence.

They didn't say anything to each other, but they knew that each other was always there.

It's warm, something to rely on, a home away from home.

It's okay that only when you have lost it can you know that the things you don't usually care about are so precious.

After a long time, it seems that even the last trace of affection in the air has disappeared.

Liu Shuyun stared at the front with blank eyes, his body looked extremely shapely, his hand grasped the outside of his pants, and green tendons burst out.

I couldn't believe that the girl was gone, and there was a dull pain in the empty space in my heart.

"Poof..."

Suddenly, Liu Shuyun's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyeballs bulged outward, as if he had been stabbed, and dark red blood spurted out of his mouth.

The body fell backwards, and the few black lines on the left side of his chest were exposed, as if they were misty, but they were as hard as a sharp knife, piercing his chest.

The corners of the young man's lips curled slightly, and he lightly hooked his fingers, and dozens of black silks comparable to sharp blades were pulled out, and blood dripped to the ground.

The blood, when it landed, was rolled up and swallowed up by some thin black threads in an instant.

Then, those black silks with added blood were like flattering and inviting merit, scrambling to turn their bodies into thick black mist.

Lingering around the hand of the handsome and gentle young man in the swivel chair.

The dazzling red that burst on the ground was also diluted as if it had evaporated.

The corpse, which still had residual warmth, also disappeared without a trace in an instant.

There was only a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Hua Yin, you!"

Ye Ningsheng's pupils shrank, and he was stunned for a moment.

Something seemed to be rapidly falling apart, and a trace of horror passed through the bottom of my heart.

Looking at the security guard who stood on the side with his head down all the time and seemed to adapt, a chill crept up in his heart.

He never thought that Hua Yin would be able to go back on his word without caring about his oath, and it was an oath of death!

"So surprised, what are you doing..."

Hua Yin leaned back on the swivel chair with a smile, his white and bony finger joints tapping gently, like a note urging hell, his lazy peach blossom eyes looked luxurious and shallow, and his low-alcohol magnetic voice was as warm as jade.

The gestures are elegant to the bone, which reminds people of the ancient counts and nobles.

"Little Hell Officer, you can go back to your life."

The young man's crimson thin lips were slightly opened, with a warm smile on his face, and his voice was light to the extreme, and the anger mixed with it made people tremble.

Looking at those deep eyes like thick ink, Ye Ningsheng felt a chill drill up from his spine, and his scalp seemed to be numb.

If it weren't for the trace of bloodthirsty yin in Hua Yin's eyes, he would have wondered if it was his own delusion.

The young man in front of him had no heart at all.

"Say hello to the one in your Hades palace for me, and I will take the girl's soul."

Hua Yin's black silk left hand revealed a little blue, which was fleeting.

The warm face could no longer hide the blackness of the eyes, and the smile on the lips seemed to be eternal, and it was extremely terrifying at the moment.

Ye Ningsheng seemed to have just reacted, frowning, a trace of coldness crossed his eyes, and a murderous aura appeared.