Chapter 401

"One more step closer and I'll kill her!"

The short haired woman roared, and the pieces were an inch closer to Wen churan's neck.

The man paused. Although he didn't know what expression was on his face hidden under the mask at the moment, his eyes were like a cold blade, bursting with dangerous edges.

He did not approach again, but suddenly took out a gun from his arms, aimed it directly at the short haired woman, and pressed the trigger without any hesitation.

With a loud bang, the bullet made a beautiful arc in mid air and then passed through the short haired woman's brain.

In an instant, the blood and brain burst and splashed Wen churan's face.

This series of men's actions were quick and neat, and all took only a few seconds.

Wen churan didn't even know what had happened. Even the short haired woman stared at a pair of big eyes. Her angry expression was stiff on her face. It seemed that she had been shot and died.

Until her body fell heavily on the ground, the women screamed at the same time, and everyone began to run away.

Others were so scared that they fell on the ground and trembled.

Wen churan was so frightened that he opened his mouth and gasped. He looked up and stared at the man in amazement.

The man approached with elegant steps, untied the clothes tied to Wen churan, and picked her up without saying a word.

Before leaving, Wen churan took a special look back. The palace was in chaos. The body of the short haired woman lay quietly, and the blood stained the marble floor.

She had said it was a stupid way, but no one believed her.

Wen churan was held in his arms by a man, and his heartbeat came from his ears. He beat his chest, and his steady steps were particularly loud in the dark and silent corridor.

She looked up and just hit the man's eyes.

Amber pupils, in this dark environment, appear particularly brilliant.

His eyes staring at her always seemed to be looking at a lost treasure, mixed with feelings of treasure and caution, which seemed... Somewhat humble and pitiful.

Wen churan quickly looked away. She was stiff and didn't dare to move. She could only let the man take her back to the bedroom and put her gently on the bed.

The Filipino maid followed with the first aid kit in her hand.

The man took it directly and ordered in a cold voice, "go out first."

After the Filipino maid left, he opened the first aid kit, took out disinfectant and gauze to help Wen churan deal with the wound on his forehead.

Wen churan couldn't help taking a breath in pain. He stopped immediately.

"It hurts? Bear it first. "

The man's low voice adds a tenderness.

Wen churan bit his lips and made no more sound.

At this time, Xia Qian came in from the outside and fell on his knees behind the man.

"What happened today is my carelessness."

"Go get the punishment yourself." The man didn't look back and left a word very casually.

Xia Qian answered with an unchanged face and got up and left the bedroom.

After treating the wound, Wen churan lowered his head and said nothing.

She was not frightened by what had happened just now, but simply had nothing to say.

The man stood in front of her, quietly looked at her and refused to leave.

I don't know how long it took before he opened his thin lips and asked, "why do you want to revenge Shengshi Mo?"

Wen churan looked up at the man and was not surprised that he would ask such a question.