"Bang" -
The man in black suddenly fell to the ground, and the blood snaked along his neck, staining the ground red, and gradually merged into a pool.
The owner of the cafe looked on coldly, turned around, pulled out a white napkin from the table in disgust, and wiped his fingertips slowly, as if they were stained with something dirty.
Leng Yiyao looked calmly, and he clearly didn't touch any blood on his hands.
"He shouldn't be the only one around here. Are you afraid of causing trouble just by taking action like this?" As soon as she opened her mouth, she skipped his sophisticated methods of killing people and instead asked him a topic that surprised him.
Throwing the napkin in his hand to the ground, he raised his feet and stepped over, "No one is completely dead, what can happen?"
When he started, he only penetrated the aorta, not even tearing the wound. At the moment, the man is only bleeding profusely, but he is not dead yet. Besides, what if he died
What he hates most is others disturbing his life.
How dare you shoot someone in his shop
Whoever moves will be killed!
"What a spirit." She almost gave him a thumbs up and gave him a big thumbs up.
Those who dare to keep doing business on the dark road are indeed extraordinary.
Leng Yiyao folded her arms and stood quietly behind him. She suddenly smiled softly: "Hey, your hat is crooked."
Standing at the bar, the action of turning on the faucet suddenly stopped. His eyes were like lightning, and he stared at her for an instant, as if there was another fork in his hand, and she would be the next one to fall!
The rich aroma of coffee suddenly became pungent. The dim lights all around were like ghosts, cold and strange. The water was flowing gurglingly, as if it could break through the sink in the next moment and flood the entire store.
His facial features flickered under the brim of the hat.
Those eyes….
Leng Yiyao narrowed her eyes calmly, as if she were a wild wolf in the wilderness. Once her eyes are fixed on the prey, there is no chance of survival.
Suddenly, he tightened the faucet, and the sound of flowing water was completely silenced, as if his throat had been severed.
He picked up the paper towels on the bar and began to wipe his wet hands in an orderly manner.
The next moment, he threw away the wet tissue and took out a spoon from the table...
Leng Yiyao suddenly smiled at this moment.
That smile is like the legendary Yimi flower, which grows in the Gobi Desert. The flower has four petals, each petal has its own color.
However, the flower that has been praised countless times has always only appeared in songs, and no one has actually seen it...
But at this moment, looking at the unreserved smile on her face, his fingers froze slightly, but he made no next move.
She tilted her head and looked at the other person's expression carefully, but her eyes slowly turned in his hands. The next moment, she approached him step by step, standing on tiptoes...
The two people's breaths intertwined at this moment, the same calm, no waves, but undercurrent...
She looked at every expression on his face with burning eyes, as if she wanted to study it to the bone, but he watched helplessly as she touched his hat with her own hands. It was so taboo just now, but now she didn't move.
It was just a blink of an eye, but it seemed like half a century had passed.
The music was hoarse and gradually became inaudible.
She blinked lightly, slowly relaxed her toes, stood back up, and took the hat off his head in her hand.
At this moment, his hair, which was originally well hidden, was no longer covered at all.
The silvery white is dazzling, like a stream of light... .
In this world, there really is someone with silver hair and silver eyes...