The night, just darkened, the thick fog was diffused and spread, and it was doomed to be an unpeaceful and peaceful night, and the moon, which had just sprinkled the moonlight on the earth, was instantly obscured by the dark clouds that rushed in...

Mo Wuran fell asleep on the bed, his brows that had just been smoothed by Gu Cheng wrinkled again, and after a while, Mo Wuran suddenly opened his eyes.

You meowed under the bed, and also stood up, and Mo Wuxian gently stroked You's back to signal not to make a sound. Mo Wuxian stuffed a pillow under the quilt in advance, and then walked behind the curtain of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his breath, and his eyes signaled the ghost to act.

The curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were opened, and a pistol was sticking in!

Mo Wuran looked at the pistol, and there was a cold light in his eyes. Wang Zixin, you asked for it!

You looked at Mo Wujian and then at the pistol, and his body reacted slightly, as if he would rush over to block the bullet for Mo Wuran at any time.

In the middle of the night, the man with the pistol became bold, and walked in blatantly, his steps were lighter, maybe as a killer, this is a habit, for the task of assassinating this little child, he thought it was very simple, after all, he was just a girl.

The killer touched the edge of the bed, first took off the dagger behind him to test it, and stabbed it down, only to feel that a punch had hit the cotton, in fact, it really hit the cotton. The killer didn't feel the heat of the blood, he suddenly opened the thin quilt and saw that it was a pillow, and he became angry, and suddenly felt a stinging pain in his head, and before he could react, he fell down.

"Gu Cheng!" Mo Wuyan shouted, and Gu Cheng arrived.

Gu Cheng smelled a smell of blood before entering the door, and when he came in, he saw the corpse, hugged Mo Wuran, and then began to check if there was a wound "Dye, are you okay?"

Mo Wuran pushed Gu Cheng away in disgust, and looked directly into Gu Cheng's eyes, "Check!" ”

"Okay, okay, you're fine," Gu Cheng stroked his chest with his hand, "Someone!" Check it out for me! ”

"It's okay, you go to sleep." Looking at the red blood in Gu Cheng's eyes, Mo Wuyan couldn't bear to do anything, so he had to ask Gu Cheng to rest.

The smell of blood in the tidyed room dissipated, Mo Wuran looked at the ceiling on the bed, and Yu Ze crawled next to Mo Wuran, his head rubbed Mo Wuran's arm, Mo Wuran followed the texture of the cat's hair, and patted You's head, "Sleep, no one will disturb you anymore..."