Chapter 12 Chu Hao (still begging!)

Tonight is not peaceful. After being assassinated by a killer, there is still ghost blood in the inn. The assassin's body has been cleaned up for a long time. There is no clue at all, as if everything just now is a dream. Xi Xinmiao had to admire the efficiency of Shui Yihan's men. However, since some things have existed, they have also erased the traces on the surface, but after all, they are still different. For example: mood...

The target of these killers is very clear, and they will go out in an all-round way by locking themselves. I can't help sighing in my heart: It really confirms the old saying that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. It seems that it is not good for people to be too high-profile. In fact, ask yourself, she lives a well-behaved life! It's my job to be a person. Although the people who provoke her are probably drinking tea at the "Old Yan" (King of hell) and occasionally talking about their deeds in life; down-to-earth entrepreneurship, although they earn the money of the dead, hey, you have to give them a way to support their families! Isn't it? That's legitimate business. She has transformed the Blood Studio for a long time. They are "good". Really, if you want to kill a person, you have to go through layers of approval. It's easy for her to be alone!

I heard from Bingning that the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper were stunned and still slept like a dead pig. She is Guanran, it should be said that they are quite professional. In this way, let's just think that nothing has happened, so as not to shock the government. It's better to do some things secretly.

Xi Xinmiao has now lived in another room, because the original room has been polluted. In a way, she is also a little psychologically obsessed with cleanliness. Her things have been contaminated by others. Even if she is reluctant, she will resolutely give up. In her heart, she hopes that everything she has belongs to herself. Either all or give up, never compromise.

He was wearing a light blue robe, covered with a snow-white brocade cloak, and stood ghostly under the lamp next to the wooden table. Looking up his head, he looked at the bright red wax oil on it slowly melting, and then solidifying little by little. The expression on his face was like ten thousand years of ice, without any fluctuation.

"Your body, your heart, and everything you have can only belong to me!"

"I said, I only belong to myself."

"We already have a skin."

"Do you think this will trap me?"

"Yes, I can't trap you." There was a trace of bitterness in the smile, which was hard to detect.

"Give up. We can't. Why are you persistent?" There seems to be a trace of helplessness.

"You are not, my heart." He muttered like a whisper, "Do you want to escape? You can't escape, and you can't escape death. The fate between you and me."

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She closed her eyes gently, and a weak smile appeared on her lips. She just came to this world by chance. She also knew that she just happened to meet you again. There are too many accidents in life. In her opinion, those so-called "accidents" are just a childish word. It has no meaning.

The most indispensable thing in the world is people, a cycle that never stops. In the vast sea of people, you will always meet all kinds of people. The key is how you think. If you are interested or care about someone, no matter what, you will feel that it is an opportunity and fate. If you are of the same sex, you will be regarded as a confidant; if you are of the same sex, you will be regarded as a beauty. That's all. It can't be more ordinary. To put it bluntly, this is a probability, not mysterious. It's ridiculous "fate". How pale and powerless it is. It's so fragile that even a gentle touch can cause bone pain. Why! Let go, it will eventually break up, and it will end...

At that time, after the water left the room, Xi Xinmiao changed into the clothes sent by Bing Ning, and then walked out of the door, but there was no trace of him. I went back to the room alone, standing stupidly, but their conversations in that room echoed in my ears.

I feel a little irritable and uneasy, and more powerless. He is right, but he is not the only one who is stubborn. She saw his stupidity, his idiot, his stubbornness, and she could get one person to treat each other like this. It's false to say that she was not moved. However, she couldn't give the slightest response. He didn't understand that the gap in front of them was so wide and cold, and it was insurmountable.

She has always had a hunch that she would go back. Moreover, this premonition is getting stronger and stronger, which is undoubtedly the most important thing for her. She doesn't want to care about the rest, and she has no time to take care of them. The least hurtful way is to keep a cold heart and cut off all their thoughts. Whether she is cruel or cold-blooded, at least it won't be more painful than being sincere but separated. That kind of pain is the unspeakable sadness that can't eat people's bones.

Bing Ning knocked on the door and did not respond, so she gently pushed the door and entered. What came into sight was the young lady's silence, and she didn't even notice it when she came in, or found that she was silent.

It's late at night, but the young lady still doesn't plan to sleep. I think it's about the killer.

"Miss." Seeing that I didn't answer, Bingning shouted again, "Miss."

Immersed in my thoughts before I suddenly came to my senses. His hands are behind his back, but he is happy and independent. Although his body is petite, it gives people a kind of perseverance and arrogance that can't be seen directly.

"What's the matter?"

"Except for the leaky fish deliberately released, all the other killers have been killed and left no clues." Bing Ning frowned and looked serious.

Looking at the heart, as if expected, the expression is no different. No clues are needed." The tone is indifferent, and the words are like ice. Obviously, isn't it? He is the first person in the world who wants to take my life!

Looking at the young lady's unfathomable appearance, Bing Ning knew that the young lady must have something to care about in her heart, and it was useless to say more. Then he turned to a topic, "Miss, we caught a person who didn't seem to be an accomplice of the group of killers, but he suddenly appeared here for fear of fraud, so I tied him up. He has been quarreling downstairs for nearly half an hour. Look..." Bing Ning asked tentatively and wanted to ask for her opinion, but her words were full of helplessness and irritability.

"Oh?" Juan frowned slightly, and the scream of bathing flashed in her mind. If it hadn't been for the scream, the killer would not have been forced to do it immediately. Black's eyes showed a touch of fun. Before the words came out, the body has moved.

The downstairs hall

"Oh, you can't tie me up. I'm not that killer. Have you ever seen such a cool and unrestrained killer? That's an insult, absolutely an insult!"

Seeing that the master and servant completely ignored him, Chu Hao sat down peacefully. He took a breath and looked at them secretly again. The one standing should be a follower. He has been black for so long, but because of the man beside him, otherwise, he really can't see the sun tomorrow.

However, he was indeed shocked by his master. He thought he was the most handsome man in the world, but he always boasted that he was the most beautiful man in the world. After seeing him, I always feel very guilty? Illusion, well, it must be an illusion. But the line of sight still can't move on him at all.

A long hair as long as the waist is bundled into a random bundle behind him, and the eyebrows fly into the temples. What kind of eyes are these? The deep darkness carries the blue of the sea, which can freeze everything, but the beauty makes people unable to move their eyes.

The bright red lips under the high bridge of the nose are slightly squeezed, beautiful and charming.

Dressed in a moonlight white robe, in the orange light, he fainted a layer of extremely soft aura, setting him off like a fairy in the moon, luxurious and cold.

At this time, he sat casually at the table far away from him, quietly tasting tea, his movements were extremely elegant, and his hands and feet were full of natural nobility. Proud and free, handsome and dusty. He just sat so quietly, as if he didn't hear his noise at all, just like nothing in the outside world could disturb him, as if he had drawn an invisible line and formed his own system, and there was only himself in that system.

He was covered in cold and luxurious water, and suddenly seemed to turn his head casually. To Chu Hao's eyes, his indifferent eyes were insightful of everything. Then he turned his eyes away without a trace, as if he had never looked at him. If it hadn't been for the short look at him who stayed on him for 0.01 seconds, Chu Hao himself wouldn't have believed it.

The corners of the lips are outlined with a slight arc, which is somewhat unclear, and the light in the eyes is fleeting.

"You really don't know the hearts of good people. I'm a good citizen. I don't kill people, I don't break the law, and I haven't even pinched an ant to death." Chu Hao suddenly shouted, "Oh---, I know. You must be envious of my beauty. No, it should be said to be jealous, so I found these excuses to destroy my hot hands and make me lose the title of the most beautiful man in the world." With that, he twisted his body tied to zongzi, learning to jump like a zombie, and wanted to go out.

The corners of Fengxue's mouth twitched. If he could, he really wanted to send him to the king of the day of the day to drink tea. He suddenly dodged and flew away.

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Looking at the sword on his neck, Chu Hao walked away and smiled flatteringly at Feng Xue, "Brother, don't be impulsive. Impulsive is the devil. I'll go back and go back immediately. Hey hey." He pouted his lips and said, "I can't run away again. Can you move this guy? I'm nervous."

He ignored it coldly and drew back the sword in his hand, as if it was troublesome to speak.

"Hey, what brand is that sword? I'll find someone to customize it in the future!" He clamored at someone's back, sensing that someone's body was already stiff, the bones at the knuckles had been clucking, and he chose to shut up.

(The author said: the surname here will not be set according to the country, because long before the establishment of the three countries of Qi, Chu and Lu, it was originally a whole continent. Hundreds of surnames have long been popular, and then divided into the three countries. People from all countries have inherited hundreds of surnames. In other words, the surname Qi is not necessarily from the State of Qi, and it is not necessarily In the royal family, surnames are common in all countries. Among them, the specific origin is about the origin of the male protagonist. The 'bug' will be slowly introduced in the future. In addition, you know all kinds of requirements~~)