The finch's face was extremely pale, with horror and hatred, and it seemed that it might run away at any moment. Yan Zijiao on the other side still looked faint, looking at her silently, and the coldness in his eyes was probably only he himself could know what it meant.

The blue flames kept changing between her, and it seemed that she had made up her mind to form a complicated handprint. Clear eyes, with a sadness that gradually spreads, glanced deeply at the man.

"I won't let you possess his body all the time, and I won't let you take away everything that belongs to him."

Listening to the finch's words, Ben's heart inexplicably floated with a touch of fear, he looked at the finch's face gloomily, and asked coldly, "Do you really want to do this?" ”

"Since you're not leaving! Then I'll send you away! The corners of the finch's mouth pulled down, staring at Ben fiercely, and a strange flame appeared on her forehead, causing each cyan flame on her fingers to jump violently.

Yan Zi Zhi sensed a dangerous aura, his face was solemn, and as soon as his eyes were about to make a move, he felt a flame that seemed to be able to burn his soul attack. He immediately urged the secret method to block it, only to find that the flame could not be stopped.

He looked at the finch in horror, as if he knew him for the first time, and his attitude was no longer full of playfulness as before.

It's just that the possessiveness and jealousy in those eyes are becoming more and more obvious, as if they are bound to take her away.

However, the attack of the finch was too fierce, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he had to choose to leave and think about it for another time. The mysterious coercion retreated, and Yan Zijiao, who was sitting there, was not angry at all, but the finch did not dare to relax at all, and after a long time, he walked with difficulty with his tired body.

The white fingers are very obvious, and the skin looks transparent, so it is not scary. She dropped her hand on the top of his hair and slowly closed her eyes, breathing two beats slower.

As if a century had passed, she slowly opened her eyes, pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty, and finally fainted to the ground with relief.

A private jet landed at the airport, and a handsome oriental man got out of the plane, holding a very frail looking girl in his arms, his long hair covering her face, but you could see how weak she was from the back of her exposed hands.

The man sat in the luxury car that had been parked on the side with the girl in his arms, and the group slowly left the airport. Immediately after, another plane flying from Las Vegas landed steadily at the airport, and a blonde man hurried out of the airport and chased in the direction of the luxury car.

In front of the Hilton Hotel, listening to a row of luxury cars, the man sitting in the Rolls-Royce got out of the car in a low-key manner, holding a delicate girl in his arms. The girl was asleep, but she couldn't stop the eyes of the people.

The man walked into the exclusive elevator with no one beside him, and went directly to the suite on the top floor. Subsequently, a handsome blonde man also rushed into the elevator, and from another elevator, directly to the top floor.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

The doorbell rang urgently, and the housekeeper glanced at the silent man, and saw that he did not speak, so he dared to walk over and open the door. As soon as the door opened, he felt only a gust of wind blowing, and the man had already entered the living room.

"He's been here?" In just three words, there was a wireless horror.