Zhen Ai stood silently with the window on her back, unable to see any expression.

Does Yan Su know about this conspiracy? It should be.

When he heard the gunshot, he should have guessed that such a blatant declaration was to lead him out and let the writer see him walking outside the room, while everyone else was dead, and he was the only one who was the murderer.

But even so, he still refused to look back.

Zhen Ai knew that he didn't want anyone to be a victim of Arthur's design to frame him.

This man, she really wants to laugh and cry when she thinks of this man now.

But now is not the time to think about this. If she can solve Sila, the whole plan can change.

Zhen Ai seemed to casually pull up the thick light-blocked curtains, and there was only a dim light and candlestick in the room. She walked over and said tentative words: "What are you going to do now? Subdued me first and killed the real actor first?"

Sila smiled indifferently: "You have arrived at your door, of course you will settle down first."

Zhen Ai knows it in her heart, it's great, the real actor has not died yet. That's right, if he kills too early, it's easy to see the flaws, and it's hard to push Yan Su onto the head.

Zhen Ai glanced at her, hummed sarcastically, and walked towards the door without looking back: "t, I don't think you can settle me."

"Don't leave!" Seeing this, Xila stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder, and said coldly, "Miss C, offended."

Zhen Ai is waiting for now.

She turned her back to her, bent her lips, and without saying much, her hands crossed her shoulders and wrapped around Shira's arm, her knees bent and her center of gravity leaned forward, and the person who grabbed her fell forward.

Xila was not a vegetarian, so she immediately reacted, followed her hands and avoided it quickly.

Zhen Ai expected that she was very defensive and was ready to be avoided. She let go of the pull force and pushed Shila away, and then grabbed her gun and pushed it back and forth a few times. The guns were unloaded into iron blocks and scattered on the ground.

Xila retreated one after another, and was about to bend down and pull the gun on her feet, but stopped again. When she bent down, her opponent would kick her in the stomach first.

She stopped moving, raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhen Ai with a look of admiration. She tilted her head and stretched her bones, and smiled: "Miss C, I just blamed me for underestimating you. I almost forgot that I grew up in the organization since I was a child, fighting is a compulsory course!"

Zhen Ai looked at her coldly, but no answer.

She learned a short period when she was 13 years old, but she didn't have time to learn the achievements and was invalid. The fighting coach did not control his strength during one exercise and kicked Zhen Ai over with one kick. She fell off the mat, hit the back of her head and fainted on the spot.

After waking up, the coach disappeared. The classmates did their own business and stopped learning. Arthur also banned all her dramatic sports, including fishing, because she was afraid that the fish hook would hook the stones in the undercurrent and drag her into the water. She was unhappy, so he asked someone to dig a safe river near her house and transported fish from all over the world for her to fish.

For this reason, Bert followed her and joked about her for a whole year.

After leaving the organization, Zhen Ai intermittently learned fighting in order to defend herself, but unfortunately she was unable to learn skills. She didn't know how much she could perform today, but she had to work hard.

Zhen Ai subconsciously clenched her right fist, and under the action of hormone closure, the strength returned.

Xila, the opposite side, clattered her fist and felt very challenging: "Miss C, I am looking forward to competing with you clearly." If she could knock her down, it would be great pride.

Without hesitation, she pulled up her feet like a mountain and looked at Zhen Ai's neck. Zhen Ai barely avoided, and her slapped legs whistled in her ears, blew the broken hair on her forehead.

She was extremely fast and didn't kick a single kick, and the next kick came immediately. At first, Zhen Ai could only dodge continuously. After thinking through the frequency of how the Shin pulled her feet out, she saw the opportunity and kicked her knee that was closing.

The latter couldn't avoid it and was kicked hard, and his knee felt like a needle was pricked, causing dense pain. Xila was a little surprised and thought to herself that she was really smart.

She couldn't kick her far away and even let her opponent fight guerrilla warfare. Xila attacked her intimately and hit Zhen Ai's cheek with an uppercut. The speed was too fast and she couldn't dodge her. She was punched hard on her chin, and half of her face turned red.

Zhen Ai took a few steps back and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand. Xila's power was much greater than she thought.

Xila rushed over again, chopping her neck with her hand, Zhen Ai bent over and grabbed her hand and twisted it. The two fought close together and fought for several rounds, and each other was hurt and difficult to distinguish.

But Zhen Ai knew that Xila initially cared about her identity and had some reservations. But after fighting for a long time, the instinct for fighting came up. Xila no longer stopped her power and became more and more courageous as she fought. After Zhen Ai's knee kicked her abdomen, she was completely angry, took out 100% strength, and kicked back to Zhen Ai's belly.

"Ah!" Zhen Ai screamed, and was kicked away by her and hit the sofa, causing cramps and bone cutting.

She struggled to stand up, but there was a red light in front of her eyes, her internal organs were stirring, and the corners of her mouth were full of blood. She tried her best to hold on, but suddenly collapsed on the ground and stopped moving.

Xila was stunned just now, and after a few seconds, she calmed down and saw Zhen Ai's long hair spread out, her face curled up to the ground with a pale face, and her heart suddenly felt cold. Her body bones looked impatient, and if she was really injured, she would be looking for death.

Xila ran to help her, but Zhen Ai suddenly grabbed the candlestick on the coffee table and held it in front of her. With her other hand, she took out a small can of men's hair spray from the bottom of the coffee table and sprayed it all out at the flames.

The hairspray penetrated the candlelight and turned into a fire, rushing towards Shira's face like a wave, completely submerging her.

Shira was wearing an actor's mask, her hair and skin were all covered, covering her face and screaming.

Zhen Ai saw the opportunity, pulled off the tablecloth on the coffee table, threw it on her head, grabbed her neck with both hands and threw it over her shoulder, and hit the table like a burlap bag. She was so painful that her bones were about to break, her head was wrapped and she couldn't see clearly, and soon she was punched and kicked in the chest and abdomen.

She fell to the ground without any resistance, but soon wiped out the fire on her head, tore off the tablecloth with both hands, revealing her hideous face.

Zhen Ai returned her internal injuries, but she was once the code name for killing a man even after being hit by three bullets. She has extremely strong tolerance and will not lose her combat effectiveness due to serious injuries.

She took off her coat, clenched her fists, and her muscles bulged on her arms. She looked at Zhen Ai viciously, with a flash of fire in her eyes: "You actually play with me with darkness?"

Zhen Ai sneered: "Who promised to play with you?"

Xila was so angry that she rushed towards her like a crazy lioness; Zhen Ai picked up a can of hairspray and smashed it behind Xila. There was a crisp sound of ping-pong and the light bulb broke.

The interior suddenly fell into darkness.

The door and curtains are well separated, and the light in the house is extremely light. Xi La couldn't see anything clearly and stopped suddenly: "How long do you think you can hide?" She took out her gun from her trouser legs, and fumbled towards the window, stuttering to pull the curtains.

This level of darkness was no problem for Zhen Ai. She used her hands to lift the thick wooden coffee table, sneaked behind Xila, and smashed it head-on.

The coffee table was broken and Shira fell to the ground, struggling to pick up the gun that fell to the ground.

Zhen Ai immediately pressed on her body, took out the necessary dagger from her ankle, and pierced it into her back without any mercy, but avoided the heart and lungs.

When the dagger penetrated her right back, Zhen Ai was stunned for a second. It was either you died or I died. She gritted her teeth hard, afraid that she would still have the ability to move, so she stabbed her leg a few times. When the knife was drawn, blood splattered on her face.

Xila screamed repeatedly, and Zhen Ai hesitated again. In this second, Xila suddenly grabbed her wrist, lifted it hard, and kicked Zhen Ai off her.

Zhen Ai thought she wanted to fight again, but she staggered to the window, opened the curtains and windows, and then she disappeared as soon as she turned over.

Zhen Ai ran over to see the waves of Xila falling into the sea.

The sea breeze blows in, it’s chilly.

Zhen Ai looked down and saw that her body was covered in blood and her whole body was in pain. She did not stop and immediately went back to Yan Su's room.

She rushed into the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror, with her hair scattered, covered in blood, and her eyes were filled with fierce light. She stopped looking in the mirror, took off her coat and quickly washed the blood on her body.

Suddenly, there was a heart-wrenching pain on the right wrist. The side effect of hormone closure is that you do not feel pain during hormone anesthesia, which can perform body functions normally, but damage to the injured area will aggravate the accumulation.

Once the effect of the medicine is lost, it will cause people to suffer.

Zhen Ai grabbed her right wrist suddenly, and the pain was so painful that she was sweating. It seemed as if countless pointed tweezers were drilling into her hand, tearing her flesh and blood inch by inch. It was a thousand times more severe than the pain of fighting with Xila just now. She squatted on the ground, her face was pale and her face was twisted, and the pain was almost dead.

But the sound of the key opening the door came from outside.

Yan Su is back.

Zhen Ai was shocked and immediately stood up, endured the dizzy pain, and wiped away the cold sweat from her face and body with a bath towel.

He walked in, her back was facing him, wearing a thin T-shirt and thin jeans, and she was slim. She had a white bath towel in her hand and flew down to cover her upper body.

Zhen Ai wrapped herself in a bath towel, and her right hand was still shaking like cramps, but she gritted her teeth and pressed her left hand tightly.

Damn it, don't hurt anymore! She didn't want Yan Su to be sad.

He walked up, hugged her from behind, wrapped his hands around her waist, lowered his head, and rubbed his jaw against her sideburns, rubbing back and forth, very light, very slow, and very obsessed.

Zhen Ai's eyes were blurred in pain, but she habitually turned her head and stuck it on him in response. But she seemed to sense his sadness and gratitude, guessing that he had encountered something troublesome, so she let go of her hand, landed on her waist, and held his hand.

Just as I was about to say something, my heart suddenly became cold. These hands were as slender as the same joints, but they were not Yan Su.

Her hands were fixed.

He leaned close to her ear, licked her white earlobes with his tongue, and murmured like a dream: "cheryl, mache day!" My Sher, my beloved.

It's a low-meal and sexy French language, and there is only one person in the world calling her that.

Zhen Ai's heart suddenly froze.

She was cold all over and stared in shock, and she was stiff from head to toe and could not react.

The next second, the man behind him lowered his head deeper and sniffed the fragrance between her neck hard. This sniff awakened Zhen Ai, and she pushed it away hard. He had long expected her reaction, and he grabbed her shoulders, twisted her body, and brought it into his arms.

Just like a trendy eagle catching a weak chick, it is unstoppable and cannot be disobeyed.

After 5 years, Zhen Ai once again clearly saw Arthur's face, with clear eyebrows and dark eyes; fair and handsome face, thin and red lips. She faded away the aphrodisiac and silence of 5 years ago, and became cold and domineering.

Perhaps seeing Zhen Ai's shocked eyes, he lowered his eyes slightly, his face changed slightly, restrained the anger emitted from his body, moved the corners of his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "I haven't seen you for 1925 days, do you miss me?"

Zhen Ai stared at him in disbelief for several seconds, but the words he spit out were: "Let me go!"

Arthur's eyes were darker, but he was not angry. He lowered his head and approached her face and asked softly: "I'm still angry with me? I've been running angry for so long. Shouldn't it be time to go home?"

Zhen Ai pale and gritted her teeth: "a, it's not my home, my home has been ruined by you!"

He heard the words, but smiled happily: "You still call me my nickname, and it has not changed since childhood." As he said that, he couldn't help touching her cheek.

"Don't touch me!" Zhen Ai opened his hand.

The fight attracted a strong rebound. He suddenly put his strength around her waist, lifted her up with one hand, pressed her tightly with the other hand, lowered his head and blocked her mouth.

He was like a wild beast that had been hungry for several years. He would never let go if he bit her, violently and arrogantly bit her lips, and subconsciously tied her body with his arms, as strong as a person who fell into the water holding a life-saving wood.

Zhen Ai struggled to push him away, but his body was hung in the air by him, and his hands and feet were unable to exert strength. Kicking was not lethal to him.

She was too tightly held by him, and the air in her chest was savagely sucked away by him. His rapid breathing was in his ears, and his wild smell was in front of her. She was so angry that she wanted to bite off his tongue.

But he was always just wandering in front of her lips, not overstepping the line. When he really took action and was about to bite him, she suddenly realized that there was no strength in her body. In addition to lacking strength, the pain on her wrist also disappeared.

What was smearing on his mouth! He had planned everything!
To be continued...