Chapter 2: Enchantment

He clenched his fists and tried his best to suppress the blood flowing backwards all over his body, but the whole person was still like an enraged demon, and the whole room was deeply trapped in a thick black depression.

Sansheng still looked at him coldly, but his slender and white fingers involuntarily put it on the flute on his waist.

The heavy breathing became more and more rapid, until his fingers pierced the skin, and after a long time, his hoarse voice squeezed out a sentence, "I don't bully women, but it doesn't mean that I can't do anything about you." You'd better be sensible, or ——。 ”

He didn't finish, just looked at her deeply and strode out in a hurry.

There is no one else who has this self-control!

Sansheng sighed with emotion, looked back at him, his dark eyes suddenly widened in surprise, and his hands were clenched together.

His back melted into the bright moonlight in the sky, and the black demonic qi and white righteous qi on his body were intertwined, powerful and rich.

The most shocking thing is that they are so distinct and perfectly symbiotic on the same soul.

Sansheng's whole person was as if he had been struck by lightning, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time. She has only seen one such character in the past three hundred years.

The bodyguard left in an orderly manner, but Steward Tian stopped by Sansheng's side and said in a low voice: "Miss, I know that we are very abrupt and impolite to do this, but we have no choice." Except for the night you were in, the young master's mood was normal, these days, as soon as it passed midnight, his temper became more and more irritable and extreme day by day, and the color of his pupils became deeper and deeper day by day.

We've tried all the ways to do it, but there's nothing we can do, so we have to trouble you.

You probably also know that our Xie family has been generals from generation to generation since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and there are countless meritorious deeds.

Besides, you also know how tragic that war was, and the young master is afraid that he will be investigated to the end, but if he can't even control his emotions, everything is delusional.

If you have a way, not to look at the monk's face, but also to see the Buddha's face to help us, naturally, our return will definitely satisfy you. ”

Sansheng retracted her gaze and lowered her head slightly, her long, curly eyelashes blinking rapidly, revealing her embarrassment and uneasiness.

Steward Tian saw that Sansheng did not refuse in person, and said, "You think slowly," while taking out a business card from his pocket and handing it to Sansheng, "If you think about it, call me, and I will come to pick you up at any time." ”

Sansheng looked at the business card between Steward Tian's fingers for a long time before taking it.

Steward Tian politely bowed to Sansheng, turned around, and walked outside quickly.

Sansheng raised his head, his long eyelashes projected a shallow outline in the white moonlight, and his originally fair skin melted into a layer of cold light, pure and clean like a fairy, but his eyes were full of confusion.

Sure enough, she couldn't avoid this catastrophe after all.

——

The convoy passed through the vast night, Steward Tian subconsciously glanced at Xie Chen who was sitting behind in the rearview mirror, and saw that he was tired leaning on the seat with his eyes closed, the beads of sweat on his forehead were rolling down, and the green tendons on his neck and cheeks gradually burst out, and he couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, are you okay?" ”

The ears seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and the sound of the outside world fell on the ears ethereally, as if someone had taken a hammer and hit it vigorously on their cranial nerves again and again, bang! Bang! Bang!

He could even hear a dull, heavy voice. The blood was flowing faster and faster, faster and faster, as if all the blood was rushing into the eyes.

He opened his eyes quickly, and the world that fell in his green pupils distorted rapidly, and the green of what was in front of him was wrapped in blood red.

He desperately closed his eyes a few times, and when he opened them again, everything in front of him became more and more hideous.

His hands clenched into fists, desperately parting his teeth that were clenched together, "Stop, stop." ”

Steward Tian looked back at Xie Chen, who had a hideous face, looked down at his watch, and hurriedly urged the driver: "Old Wu, drive faster." ”

The driver, Lao Wu, hummed nervously and sped up the horsepower.

The wind in his ears whistled, Xie Chen stared at the disobedient two people, grabbed the seat in front of him with both hands, and pulled it hard, pulling the seat up stiffly.