Chapter 68

"Bang" -

The man in black suddenly fell to the ground, and the blood ran along his neck all the way, dyeing the ground red, and gradually it became a puddle.

The owner of the cafe watched with cold eyes, turned around, pulled a white napkin from the table in disgust, and wiped his fingertips slowly, as if stained with some filth.

Leng Yiyao looked calmly, and he clearly didn't touch the blood on his hand.

"He shouldn't be the only one around here. You just do it like this, so you're not afraid of causing trouble?" As soon as she opened her mouth, she skipped his old-fashioned way of killing people, and instead asked a topic that surprised him.

Throwing the napkin in his hand to the ground, he raised his foot and stepped over, "No one is dead, what can happen?"

When he started, he just forked into the aorta, without even tearing the wound. Right now, the man is bleeding profusely, but not dead yet. Besides, what if you die?

What he hates most is when others disturb his life.

In his shop, dare to shoot?

Whoever moves will kill him!

"You're so brave." She almost gave him a thumbs up.

Those who dare to persist in business on the dark road are indeed extraordinary.

Leng Yiyao put her arms around her, stood quietly behind him, and suddenly smiled: "Hey, your hat is crooked."

The act of standing at the bar and turning on the faucet suddenly stopped. His eyes were like electricity, and he stared at her for an instant, as if there was another fork by his hand, and she was the next one to fall!

The strong aroma of coffee suddenly became choking. The dim lights all around were like ghosts, cold and strange. The water was rushing, as if it could break through the sink in the next instant, submerging the entire storefront.

His facial features flickered under the brim of the hat.

Those eyes....

Leng Yiyao squinted her eyes calmly, as if she was a wild wolf in the wasteland. Once her eyes fixed on the prey, there was no chance of survival.

Suddenly, he tightened the faucet, and the sound of running water seemed to have been twisted off his throat, completely muffled.

He picked up the tissue on the bar, and began to wipe his wet hands in an orderly manner.

The next moment, he threw away the wet tissue and pulled out a spoon from the table….

Leng Yiyao suddenly laughed at this moment.

That smile is like the legendary Yimi flower, which grows in the Gobi Desert. The flower has four petals, and each petal has its own color.

It's just that the flower that has been praised countless times has always only appeared in the ballads, and no one has really seen it...

But at this moment, looking at the unreserved smile on her face, his fingers froze slightly, but there was no next move.

She tilted her head and looked at the other person's expression carefully, but her eyes turned slowly in his hands. The next moment, she approached him step by step, standing on tiptoe....

The breaths of the two interlaced at this moment, the same calm, no waves, but dark tides...

She stared at every expression on his face with burning eyes, as if she was going to study it deeply, but he watched her touch his hat with her own hands.

But in the blink of an eye, it seems like half a century has passed.

The music was hoarse and gradually became inaudible.

She blinked lightly, slowly relaxed her toes, and stood back on the spot, but she took off the hat on his head in her hand.

At this moment, his hair, which was originally hidden tightly, was no longer covered.

Bright silver and white, like a streamer...

In this world, there are really people with silver hair and silver eyes...