Seattle in the dark is dazzling and charming.

Late at night, the bedside cell phone rings, waking up the person in his sleep.

"Hey!"

"Xiao Jin, hurry up and leave Seattle, your grandfather is dead, and someone is going to kill you."

Listening to the voice of the third uncle on the phone, all of Nan Jin's sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

"Click!" The outside door lock rang twice.

Without the slightest hesitation, she grabbed the bathrobe and put it on her body, held her mobile phone in one hand, dragged the bed sheet in the other, and tied one end of the sheet to the wicker chair next to the window sill when she approached the windowsill, pulled the other end, and jumped directly over the window.

The second floor is not high, and it is not low, if there is no help from the sheets, I am afraid that it is easy to fall and hurt.

Click!

Nan Jin, who jumped downstairs, heard the sound of gunshots coming from upstairs, and didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and ran away.

It was pitch black, a bolt of lightning fell, and it didn't go far before it began to rain.

"Who the hell is trying to kill me?" In the dark, she ran desperately, and her mind was full of what the third uncle said.

Nan Jin was secretly sent to Seattle by her grandfather when she was ten years old, and she has been safe for ten years, not to mention that someone has assassinated her, not even a thief or gangster.

Click! The sound of metal falling to the ground, Nan Jin's heart trembled, and secretly screamed that it was not good.

The chasing killers kept shooting, and they used silencers, only when the bullets fell to the ground, there was a sound, and this sound was only a crisp falling sound, and it did not disturb the nearby residents.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a black Pashat was parked on the side of the road, and the lights suddenly turned on.

Nan Jin, who was running, suddenly stopped, looked back at the person who was about to catch up, and ran towards Pashat.

As we approached, the doors opened.

Nan Jin was overjoyed when she saw her college classmate Shen Mingxin getting out of the car and ran over quickly.

"Mingxin......" Her voice suddenly stopped, and the smile on her face froze, and she looked at the person in front of her in surprise. Why? ”

"Nan Jin, don't be so surprised, I knew from the day I met you that you were the young master of Nanmen, Nanmen killed my fiancé's father, only if I killed Nanmen and killed you, I can have a wedding with him."

Shen Mingxin clenched the short sword in his hand and pulled it out forcefully, and blood flowed to the ground in an instant.

"So the story you told is true." Nan Jin will not forget the scene when she first met Shen Mingxin two years ago, and will not forget the time they took care of each other in the past two years, but she never thought that the poignant love story she often heard was true.

Shen Mingxin didn't dare to look directly into Nan Jin's eyes, even in the dark night, he didn't dare to look at each other for a second.

"That's right, the story is true, just half an hour ago, the South Gate was destroyed, for the sake of your usual care for me, I specially asked someone to record a video of your grandfather before he died."

Nan Jin covered her stomach with one hand, saw the video on Shen Mingxin's mobile phone, and knelt directly on the ground.

"Shen Mingxin, I won't let you go."

"Huh!" Shen Mingxin clenched the short sword in his hand and pointed at Nan Jin's heart. "As the young master of the Nan family, you should know your own things, right?!"

Nan Jin was shocked when he saw the short sword, "How can you have this sword?" "This short sword was stolen ten years ago, and the South Gate has not been found at all costs for ten years.

"This sword has always been in the hands of my fiancé, I heard that you must use this sword to kill your descendants of the Nan family." Shen Mingxin smiled contemptuously, poked hard, and the sword entered his heart.

"Shen Mingxin!"

……

"Shen Mingxin!"

With a scream, the person on the bed opened his eyes, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his heart hurt as if it had been hollowed out.

"Am I not dead?"