Fusang hid and looked for an opportunity to get close to him, just as the man attacked again.

A silver light flashed in the light, and the man's hand holding the blade suddenly fell, covering his neck with one hand, which was constantly bleeding.

Fusang stood by the wall, gasping for breath, and turned his head to look at the place where the silver light had flown from.

The night wind blew gently, causing the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows to float, and the slightly transparent curtain reflected a slender figure.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

Fusang's heart was hit hard, even though he had guessed that the boy was the 'murderer' who killed those damned prisoners.

The moment she faced the truth, she was still a little stunned in her heart.

Qiao Yunchuan had distinct fingers, holding a silver butterfly knife, and walked into the living room.

The foreign man had not yet lost his breath, clutching his bleeding neck and convulsing.

The delicate young man walked over slowly, half-squatting down, a pair of golden eyes staring at the man coldly and bloodthirsty.

There was a look of shock in the foreign man's eyes.

“…… Joe. A muffled sound came from his throat.

Qiao Yunchuan's handsome and unusually handsome face was filled with gloom, and his thin and good-looking lips were pursed into a straight line.

The people in the organization have seen the teenager indifferent and indifferent...... All kinds of appearances, but I haven't seen the look of a young man when he is angry.

The boy is like an angry god of death in the abyss of hell, with a storm condensed in his beautiful pupils, which can easily tear people apart.

The foreign man's face showed the fear before death.

If it weren't for the woman in the ...... Maybe he might be worse off than dead.

"Let it go...... Leave me alone......"

The knife in Qiao Yunchuan's hand stabbed into the man's eyes, blood splattered, and the man twitched violently.

The boy coldly and cruelly gouged out his eyes, and then stabbed into the man's heart and stirred.

The agony he faced before death made the man beg: "Kill me......"

Suddenly.

The foreign man became a corpse.

Qiao Yunchuan stood up, was silent for a while, and turned around.

Fusang stood still and did not move.

Qiao Yunchuan walked towards her with his long legs, his eyes revealing a little soft comfort.

[-Did you hurt anywhere?] 】

Fusang shook his head, looking at him with bright eyes.

"You ......"

She had so much to ask.

Qiao Yunchuan stretched out his bony fingers and blocked her red lips.

[-I'll talk about it later, I'll get rid of him first.] 】

A foreigner suddenly died in the house, and if the police came, it would be very troublesome to explain.

Qiao Yunchuan reached out and hugged the girl's soft body, then turned around and walked to the corpse and took out a small silver bottle.

Fusang saw some transparent liquid fall on the corpse, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse quickly decomposed, and disappeared in less than half a minute, leaving only some traces of blood.

Such a sight is truly terrifying.

The professional method of disposing of corpses is really a professional killer?

After disposing of the body, the boy returned to her.

[-Joy, follow me.] 】

Fusang looked at him puzzled.

Qiao Yunchuan's eyes were slightly dark, and her white fingers pinched her jaw and rubbed it gently.

[-It's not safe for you to stay here, leave Huaxia with me and go somewhere else.] 】

Fusang hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about my mother?" ”

[-You let your aunt go somewhere else first, take 'things' and let us leave, what they want is things, they will only come to hunt you and me. 】

"Got it."