But who can hurt him, no one in this world.

He raised his arm to block the blade, and it didn't take much force to swing away her full force.

The dagger flew out, and she was knocked to the ground by him, pulling at her hair so hard.

Miyachi Ruo's eyes were red, and violence and bloodlust flashed in his eyes. He looked at her viciously and grabbed her by the throat.

Lan Qingchuan was lifted by him, and he was like a wounded beast, losing his mind.

When Miyaike kills someone, it turns out to be this expression. She laughed at herself.

What Lan Qingchuan didn't know was that when Gong Chiruo killed someone, he was always expressionless.

He seemed to have made up his mind, and the strength in his hand grew stronger and stronger. Lan Qingchuan stared straight at his bloodshot gray eyes, pulled out the contents of the cuffs, and stabbed him hard at the neck with all his strength.

It's a pity that Miyachi Ruo's vigilance and defensiveness have always been very heavy, he has a sensitive enough perception of danger, which has been practiced in many years of bloody rain, he turned his head, and the thing still pierced into his arm, and it hurt raw.

He shook Lan Qingchuan away, laughed angrily, looked at her viciously, and pulled out the things in his arm. It was a half-cut jade bracelet, shattered, and one end was sharp enough to kill a person.

Lan Qingchuan didn't like jade bracelets, because of his influence, she knew that this delicate and beautiful jewelry could not only be used as a shackle to tie people, but also become a deadly weapon.

He stared indifferently at the fragment in his hand, his blood had obscured the original color of the jade bracelet. He stared at it, raised his eyes, and looked coldly at Lan Qingchuan.

He raised his hand and flung the shard at her feet.

Lan Qingchuan watched him walk towards him, he was like a burnt ember, and his whole person exuded an aura of death and sadness. He smiled a little, his lips were red, and the small moles under the corners of his eyes were striking.

He held up his hand at her.

Lan Qingchuan thought that he should have died here, but Miyachi Ruo's movements were interrupted, and there was a deafening sound of gunfire and noisy human voices outside.

He sneered and stood up, his gaze darkened to the extreme, and he took one last look at her, and there was nothing in his eyes but a tumbling gray.

It took a lot of effort for Ou Yanzhe to come to Delin Yuan, which was heavily guarded, and it would take more force to break through, but fortunately he had enough men under him.

This is the first time Ou Yanzhe has met Miyachi Ruo head-on. The man in a Chinese caftan with thin long hair, like a dark poppy, gives people an unexpected beauty. This is an overly beautiful man, or a dangerous rakshasa, a wonderful and slightly disobedient disguise.

Ou Yanzhe finished looking at it, revealing the gentle smile he used to use in social situations, "Master of the palace family, please return my fiancée." ”

But his set didn't work on Gong Chiruo, and the man looked at him expressionlessly: "If you want, you can come and get it." ”

Lan Qingchuan was once again locked in that dimly confined space, so narrow that she had the illusion that she couldn't breathe. She was pushed in with a pale face, and lay down inside, as if she had lost all her strength, and watched the light outside slowly disappear from her eyes.

She closed her eyes.

Ou Yanzhe didn't expect to bring so much force, and it would be so difficult to win in the absence of Gong Chiruo's two subordinates, Gong Shu and Gong Nanmu.

Delin Yuan was too big, and by the time he found Lan Qingchuan, half of his subordinates had already been lost. The girl was locked up in a closed basement, in a dark corner, shivering uncontrollably. She was confused even when she opened her eyes, and she no longer had the tenacity and stubbornness he had seen, and she was almost suppressed and swallowed up all her strength.