Lan Qingchuan looked at him with a silent expression, and did not relax his vigilance, and he didn't believe him when he looked at it.

The child's eyes narrowed, "You don't believe me?" He wasn't very happy, "You don't believe me?" With a force on his wrist, he broke away from her, jumped out of bed, and stood on the carpet. He frowned and said to a person behind him, "Take it." ”

Lan Qingchuan took it in her hand and saw that it was an envelope handed to her by her uncle Lan Yuanli. Lan Qingchuan read the letter, and then got out of bed. The flickering chains in the light were suddenly exposed.

The child smiled, that is the smile that only comes when he sees something he is interested in. He stared straight at the chain, "I've never seen such a delicately made chain, in my family, this thing can be used to kill." ”

Lan Qingchuan raised his head, his gaze cold. She glared at the child, who was gradually holding back her laughter, and walked forward without saying a word.

Sandor felt that she was a very calm woman, far less thin than she looked on the outside, and her back was tough enough.

In his understanding, anyone who was born noble would have been ashamed, resentful and even collapsed when he was treated so humiliatingly, and many people might not be able to survive the final turnaround, not to mention that Lan Qingchuan was just a weak woman.

The child followed her, smiling and looking up at her, his neck raised high, his eyes not moving.

Lan Qingchuan didn't underestimate Gong Chiruo, and things really wouldn't be so smooth. At the Mecca airport, as they were preparing to take off, their group was intercepted.

It was Gong Nanmu who pointed a gun at her.

The tower-like man looked at her gloomily, and a ghost face under the black curtain was cold and cold. Lan Qingchuan turned sideways, and it was Miyachi Ruo who walked out of a black car behind him.

"You've forgotten what I said." He whispered, but it was clear to her ears.

The beautiful and pale man looked at her, his face was cold, and his gray eyes were clear and cold. He asked slowly, "Why did you run away again?" ”

Lan Qingchuan turned his gaze away, stared at the black muzzle in front of him, and sneered softly.

When the child heard her laugh, his eyes brightened a little, and he wondered, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Lan Qingchuan ignored him and took a few steps forward, "If you don't let me go, you can kill me here tonight." ”

It wasn't night anymore, and the sky was a thin, gray layer of light. The surrounding air is dry and hot, windy, and moonless.

Miyachi Ruo's figure almost merged with this darkness, he took a few steps forward, and the person behind him took a few steps forward, forming a flanking posture. His footsteps were so soft that when his face was fully visible, he smiled almost hideously.

"Brando, your father is as arrogant as ever, and dares to snatch people from me." His eyes were too thin and cold, which only people who had lived in the dark for a long time would have. Sang Duo's heart jumped, this was a hidden and unrevealed killing intent, compared to his father, Gong Chiruo was even more cold and unpopular.

Like a beautiful beast in the night.

Sandor let out a breath and glared at him to show that he didn't understand what he was saying. Miyachiruo's patience had come to an end, and before the kid could make the next move, a few gunshots rang out, making him truly a bare-bones commander.

Sandor's eyes widened, and he let out a low cry. After all, he is still a child, and in the face of Miyachi Ruo's elite strength, he can't help but panic.

The strong smell of blood in the air mixed with the undispersed smell of gunsmoke, and the heat of the high temperature made the smell even more disgusting. Lan Qingchuan's eyes were dark, and he was determined not to fall. She reached out and covered her mouth and nose tightly, the smell she hadn't smelled in a long time, it was her nightmare, so much so that the sight of the flowing red made her sick and dizzy.