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Chapter 380 Confrontation

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In the darkness, the man's low and cold voice seemed to be a stabilizer: "Hurry up."

Wen Yuan narrowed her eyes.

Cooperating with his movements, he grabbed the rope over there. His arm was extremely strong and he hugged her waist and swung towards him.

Wen Yuan turned around and used the blunt weapon in his hand to block the bullet shot from behind and bounce it away.

They seemed to have no communication at all, but they cooperated perfectly.

The man was relatively familiar with this place, and he didn't know what he had done. The mechanism that was originally attacking madly seemed to gradually settle down.

The sinking ground moves upwards.

until.

Back to that space.

The smell of blood is still raging in the nose.

Wen Yuan sat on the ground, panting.

She raised her head, and the tall figure in front of her seemed to be looking at her.

She touched the pass in her pocket.

As expected.

It's gone.

bite--

A subtle sound.

The lights gradually light up.

She saw Mo Qingqiu in front of her.

He was covered in black and had a blood mark on his cheek. He rubbed the blood mark on his fingertips. Blood came out of the wound, making his face even deeper.

His expression was cold all the time.

Wen Yuan didn't say anything.

Mo Qingqiu is moving.

He stepped forward without saying a word and pulled Wen Yuan's arm to pull her up. His strength was too great. She was obviously a trainer, but she couldn't break free. Wen Yuan was carried by him on his shoulder and walked out with big steps.

Wen Yuan was so upset that her stomach was discomfort and frowned: "Mo Qingqiu, let me down!"

Mo Qingqiu ignored it.

He did not walk over the elevator, but walked into another secret passage.

Go straight out of the garage.

Wen Yuan was thrown into the car.

The car door is locked.

Mo Qingqiu stepped on the accelerator when he got into the car.

Extremely fast.

Wen Yuan was nailed to the back of the chair at once.

"Where do you go?" She was calm and knew that the situation was not good now.

Mo Qingqiu ignored him, but instead freed up his hand to smoke a cigarette.

He is too cold and hard.

It is extremely terrifying to truly show the true side.

Wen Yuan simply stopped talking.

Not long.

She came to Mo Qingqiu's residence.

Had been here once before.

Enter the door.

Mo Qingqiu walked in front, with a dark and silence of oppression.

Wen Yuan walked quickly and reached out to touch his shoulder.

But at that moment.

The man suddenly came to his senses and pinched her shoulders. Wen Yuan stepped back with a fierce force, and his back hit the door hard. With a "click" sound, his temple was pressed against something cold.

Wen Yuan's eyes moved slightly and he slowly raised his eyes.

On her temple was a gun.

He was still biting the cigarette, and the gun was loaded.

It seemed that in a moment, he could take her life.

Mo Qingqiu lowered her eyelids, her pupils were so dark that they were not visible to her bottom, and her lips were slightly raised: "I really don't know how to write the word "death", right?"

Wen Yuan stared at him, and there was no panic at all.

"I don't like people pointing at me like that," she said.

The atmosphere between the two is obviously about to break out.

It's dangerous.

The extreme feeling of collision seemed to be able to bite the other person's neck.

To the extreme.

Mo Qingqiu's eyes were floating and heavy: "I can't bear to leave either."

But no matter how you hear this, you're so ruthless.

"But I always insist on provoking my bottom line, I can't be pity for the beauty." He bent down, the gun was still pressing against her head, and the smoke dissipated, highlighting the slutty but extremely cold-blooded face: "Do you really think I don't know at all when I take my things?"

Boom-

Thunder sounded outside.

The light of lightning just illuminated their current situation for a moment.

Crisis is everywhere.
Chapter completed!
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