Chapter 608

Watching Tang Xiaoxiao and Fansen leave, Yu Lingye suddenly sighs. Her eyes are full of bitterness and pain. "Xiaoxiao, I just don't want to be infected with your blood. Why don't you understand? Don't push me to the last step For the sake of our country and nation, I will kill you myself

Leaving Yu Ling night's sight, Fansen's emerald eyes suddenly flashed, indifferently released Tang Xiaoxiao's arm.

Aware of his own lost hand, Tang Xiaoxiao was slightly stunned. He felt a little empty. He couldn't tell whether he was lost or bitter. "Thank you for helping me out, Vincent."

There is no investor here, and there is no so-called investment. Everything is just an excuse for van son to help her out.

"Well."

No fun, no glare, no past intimacy, indifferent as passers-by.

Tang Xiaoxiao opened his mouth, but said nothing. Van Sen's indifference and melancholy, like a big stone dead pressure on her chest, suffocating.

"Van son, I'm..."

There was no response, no tacit understanding, only a pick of van son's eyebrows.

Tang Xiaoxiao's heart suddenly hurt. This kind of pain is much stronger than the pain when hearing the threat from Yu Ling Ye's mouth just now.

To the mouth of the words, finally or Tang Xiaoxiao swallow back, "forget it, nothing, I'm going to go back to the hotel for a rest, you?"

"Go with me."

The answer is just two simple words, but it is chilling.

This year's Oscar winner's quietly leaving did not disturb many people. It was midnight. Many stars had already helped the rich businessmen or investors into the hotel rooms. They were more impatient to start a field battle in the back garden. It was the most real portrayal of Hollywood on such a night.

It's not that no one has asked Tang Xiaoxiao for a drink. It's a pity that Miss Tang's title as the daughter of a powerful family and the queen of shopping malls has spread in the Hollywood circle. No investor is so stupid as to offend a powerful beauty director. What's more, this beauty is also a shopping mall queen from a wealthy family.

Sitting on the seat of the bus, Tang Xiaoxiao has been looking at the bright lights outside the window. The city at night has a touch of unspeakable beauty. The bright lights illuminate the darkness of the whole city. But in this enchanting beauty of heartstrings, it seems that the mask that human beings use to camouflage has been removed, and the unique indifference and coldness are narrated in the noise.

Sitting on the seat of the car, Xue Xiaohan took a look at the indifference between Tang Xiaoxiao and van Sen, and suddenly sighed softly. Since the last time van Sen kisses Tang Xiaoxiao, and Tang Xiaoxiao slaps him in public, the two people have become like this. Obviously, they are two perfectly matched people, but because of their pride and strength, they have become strangers Why don't they give in one step?

Do you really need that ridiculous pride and self-esteem in front of your beloved?

When returning to the hotel, the indifferent van Sen took a glance at Tang Xiaoxiao, who was so arrogant. Finally, he said faintly, "I'm back to my room."

"Good." Tang Xiaoxiao also only left such a sentence, turned to leave.

Two people, one left, one right, one side is a noble black Off Shoulder Evening dress, elegant and charming, the other is a black tuxedo dress, more mysterious and noble Clearly is a pair of fairies like a couple, leaving each other only their own pride and can not bow back.

Xue Xiaohan looks at Tang Xiaoxiao in the East and van sen in the West. Suddenly, he knows why they have come to this stage. They are the same kind of people, aren't they?

Back in his room, van son locked the door with his backhand. Before he got to the bed, his left leg was soft. He knelt down on one knee with a thump. His hand was on the ground, and the bright red blood oozed from his left knee. When he stretched out his arm, the bright red blood was revealed on his sleeve. On the original white and ruddy cheek, he showed a bit of miserable white, but his emerald eyes were full It is steadfast and calm.

"What the hell do they want to do Van Sen's eyes burst out a touch of anger, one hand on the side of the coffee table, pale slowly stood up, the blood on his knees is still gurgling blood, the black tuxedo in the chest, has been completely stained with blood dark red, if not carefully look, I'm afraid he really can't see that he was injured.

Before he could stand still, and heard a plop, van son fell on the ground again, his pale face showed a helpless expression, and his eyes were full of helplessness, "sure enough I'm not the real God of death

Just a moment ago, when he entered the vanity fair, he accidentally smelled the smell of gunpowder from a waiter. He was brave and followed the waiter to leave the meeting place quietly without disturbing Tang Xiaoxiao and anyone. When he walked into the woods behind, he finally found that the so-called waiter was just a bait, and he was a real God mercenary waiting for him Hundreds of top killers in regiment and dark mercenary world!

Even though he was fierce, he was not the real God of death, and he could not have boundless divine power. He was besieged by hundreds of first-class killers. His fists were hard to beat, and his chest and knees were stabbed by the enemy army. He fought for his own life. Finally, van Sen defeated these killers, but he was stabbed to deathAlthough there were a large number of people in this short assassination, van Sen's skill was quick and clear, and the battle ended in half an hour. After defeating the enemy, Fansen resists the tearing pain of the wound and the vertigo of massive bleeding, and rushes into the bathroom to tidy up his appearance, confirming that he will not be found out by Tang Xiaoxiao. Then he comes out, but unexpectedly sees the dispute between Tang Xiaoxiao and Yu Lingye, and then goes forward

I'm afraid Tang Xiaoxiao never dreamed that the man who took his arm as if nothing had happened all the way had no less than three wounds on his body.

After lying on the thick carpet, he climbed to the bathroom, put some cold water, took off his clothes, washed his wound, took out the first-aid medicine from his arms, and sprinkled the pain on the wound. After two hours of work, he finally recovered his breath.

He didn't want that stupid woman to worry about himself, let alone put her in danger because of himself.

The real God mercenary Corps paid a high price to hire a large number of first-class killers to set a trap for themselves, but they were so simple to repel this group of people Judging from the consensus of the shadow world, I'm afraid that I can't hide my identity.

In a villa, alpha was sitting on the sofa, biting his teeth. He overturned the crystal tea table in front of him. He hung one hand with a bandage and sat there in a grim face. Others were silent and did not dare to speak.

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