As soon as Fu Yi's voice fell, it was Ling Tianyi's turn to be surprised for a few seconds. He helped his eyes and smiled slightly: "I thought you wouldn't believe it."
Fu Yi didn't explain why he believed it, and said indifferently: "What do you want me to do when you tell me this?"
He didn't think that Ling Tianyi, who used to be black and white, would tell him this without any purpose.
"Smart, you deserve to be a new generation of people who are both vertical and horizontal black and white after me." Ling Tianyi clapped his hands, twitched the corners of his mouth, and a trace of calculations passed in his eyes: "I want to ask you to do me a favor. I want to do that. Only you can do it."
Fu Yi frowned and looked at Ling Tianyi. He wanted to see something on his face, but he couldn't see anything, so he couldn't help but say: "Tell me."
"Let that girl speak." Ling Tianyi tapped on the table with one hand while observing Fu Yi's expression. When he found that Fu Yi's brows were tight, Ling Tianyi also regretted his decision a little, and could not help but sigh lightly, with some pity. Thinking: It seems that girl... Well, forget it, do everything you need to do.
It was night, the stars twinkled, and the moon had disappeared for a long time, leaving only a dark sky with a few twinkling stars.
At this moment, City A also fell into silence.
In a splendid and beautiful bar, there are occasionally lights of various colors flashing around, and the air is filled with all kinds of choking smoke and strong alcohol.
This is the most luxurious, richest, and most mixed place in City A, drunk and breezy.
Qian Xiaoxing sat alone by the corner of the wall, looking particularly pure and beautiful.
At this time, Qian Xiaoxing's hands under the table were tightly clasped together, watching with dissatisfaction at Duanmu Lu, who was singing to his heart's content on the stage and had entered the state of selflessness. Obviously, I would only play for a while, but it was almost twelve o'clock now.
"Hey, beauty, are you alone?" Just as Qian Xiaoxing was entangled whether to pull Duanmu Lu away, a frivolous voice rang in his ears, making Qian Xiaoxing couldn't help but look up.
I saw an ordinary-looking young man with dyed red hair and a stud in his ear. He was in his early twenties with unconcealed greed in his eyes.
Qian Xiaoxing frowned, a trace of disgust crossed his eyes, and shook his head.
"Oh, you have friends. I don't know where your friends are now?"
Qian Xiaoxing raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Duanmulu, then got up and walked towards Duanmulu.
The young man followed his gaze, suddenly gave a wicked smirk, and quickly stopped Qian Xiaoxing, just blocking Duanmulu’s sight, rubbing his hands, and said with a smile: "Beauty, since I’m alone, it’s better to accompany my brother. How about going to play?"
Displeasure flashed across Qian Xiaoxing's eyes, and she wanted to leave sideways. She didn't want to stay with such disgusting people for a while, even for a while, she felt sick.
There was a cold flash across the young man's eyes, and he immediately grabbed Qian Xiaoxing's wrist and cursed: "Smelly ****, I am honored to see you. It is best to be honest with me, otherwise you will look good."
The disgust on Qian Xiaoxing's face could no longer be concealed, and she struggled to break free from the shackles of the young man, but how could the strength of men and women compare? No matter how much Qian Xiaoxing exerted, he still couldn't break free.
Can't break free, Qian Xiaoxing couldn't help looking at the people around him, but got a cold look. Qian Xiaoxing couldn't help despairing, and clenched her hands. Even if she couldn't break free, she still struggled with all her strength.
"Smelly ****." The young man seemed to be a little impatient while pulling Qian Xiaoxing, raised his hand, slapped Qian Xiaoxing's face with a palm, and snorted coldly: "Be honest with me."
Qian Xiaoxing wanted to hide, but was shackled with one hand. He couldn't dodge at all. He slapped abruptly, staggering, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and his face became much paler.
The young man didn't care about Qian Xiaoxing's behavior, and immediately grabbed Qian Xiaoxing's wrist and left toward Zui Qingfeng.
"Bang" Suddenly, at the door of Zui Qingfeng, several young men with guns walked in. One of them fired a shot in the sky, making Zui Qingfeng quiet for a second.
The people in Drunk Breeze fled around in horror after watching such a scene.
The waiter in Zui Qingfeng saw this scene, without thinking about it, and immediately ran upstairs.
"Everyone, don't move, don't leave. If I find out, my bullet will not have eyesight." At the door, the young man who opened the gun glanced around, satisfied with the panic on the faces of the crowd.
The young man's hand that was holding Qian Xiaoxing was also a little loose. Looking at the young man holding a gun at the door, he was afraid that the bullet would hit him without a long eye, and his body began to tremble.
Qian Xiaoxing's feet softened when he heard the gunshot for the first time, but thinking that this was the only chance, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and suppressing the panic in his heart, and immediately pushed the young man away and ran towards the door of Drunk Breeze.
"Don't move."
"Smelly ****, dare to escape?"
The words of the young man and the young man spoke almost at the same time, appearing particularly loud in this silent room.
Although the young man was also very scared, he was really unwilling to think that the duck with its mouth would just run away. He didn't think too much about it, and immediately chased him up.
Qian Xiaoxing gritted his teeth and ran continuously in the crowd. He sniffed, tears swirling in his eyes, but they didn't fall.
"Smelly ****, stop for the labor and management." Seeing Qian Xiaoxing running farther and farther in the crowd, the young man was anxious, and the pace of catching up accelerated a lot.
Qian Xiaoxing turned his head and looked at the young man who was only a few centimeters away from chasing. He became even more flustered and quickened his pace. After running a few centimeters, I leaned on my feet for some reason, became unstable, and fell to the ground.
"Ah." Qian Xiaoxing screamed in pain, sitting on the ground, rubbing her aching palm with tears, her skin had been scratched, and traces of blood flowed out of the wound.
"Smelly ****, run?" The young man also chased up at this moment, panting heavily, grabbed Qian Xiaoxing's hair, the anger in his eyes could not be covered.
"Hiss." As if the scalp was torn off, Qian Xiaoxing couldn't help but cried out, with a painful expression on his face. Under the pull of the young man, his head tilted back and he saw the people around him clearly. With his indifferent eyes like watching a play, no one offered a helping hand. Qian Xiaoxing's heart was full of bitterness, and he closed his eyes in despair.
With a "bang", the gunshot sounded in the air again. The only difference was that the gunshot struck Qian Xiaoxing's head a few centimeters and hit the young man's wrist, both impartial and unbiased.
"Ah." The moment the gunshot sounded, it was accompanied by a scream from the young man. The young man's hand holding Qian Xiaoxing's hair was also released at this time, and he knelt on the ground, sweating profusely, and his face turned pale from the loss of blood. The other hand was holding his bloody wrist pierced by a bullet, and his face was full of pain.
Qian Xiaoxing had a mortal heart, and when the gunfire fell, his heart trembled slightly. When the young man let go, his body fell weakly to the ground.
The crowd looked at this scene in surprise, and backed away many steps in horror. The people standing in front of Zuiqingfeng's door stepped aside, forming a passage.
They did not dare to look at this decisive shot, and the young man exuding a Satanic aura stepped towards Qian Xiaoxing's position.
And the Duanmulu on the stage did not know where to move a high table, climbed to the top, looked in the direction of the door through the heads of the dense crowd, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Xiaoxing."
When the words were over, Duanmu jumped off the high table sharply, and squeezed into the crowd despite the anger of people around him.