A bright red blood suddenly surged out.

"Dare to hurt your grandpa, go to die!"

After stabbing, the man was still unhappy. He smiled and stabbed several times. It was not until Wanbo fell to the ground that he stopped and stood together to breathe.

The cold wind blowing from the riverside mixed with the strong smell of blood from the air and spread into the nasal cavity.

After the impulse, the man's mind was trembling and he woke up most of the time.

He noticed that he had stabbed someone to death, so he hurriedly threw the blood-stained knife in his hand into the river, turned around and ran away.

The others also reacted and followed quickly.

In a blink of an eye, only Wanbo fell to the ground alone.

He was covered in blood, and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth and shout for help.

He tried hard to raise his head, seeking rescue, and then, inadvertently, he saw a figure standing on the opposite bridge deck.

It was a man with a long figure, who seemed to notice his gaze, raised his eyelids slightly, and his ghostly eyes suddenly pierced Gulai, making Wanbo's soul tremble.

This figure...

This breath...

He is...

Memories flowed back in an instant, and back to yesterday's perfume competition, the man sitting in the first place also looked at him like this.

It turns out that it is not...the illusion...

Yun Qing...

The instinct of survival overwhelmed fear. He used all his last strength to raise his hand and "please..."

The man stood there indifferently, just as he threw down the knife lightly, standing on the bridge with dignity and turning a blind eye to his misery.

Wanbo twitched, and with his last instinct, he put himself in a kneeling, deeply repentant position, praying for forgiveness, hoping to be cured.

The man raised his blood-like lips, with no sympathy in his eyes, but only a slight evil spirit.

He looked down at the other person's pain indifferently, struggled, confessed, and despair... until he died completely.

After Wanbo died, the man turned around and his slender figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The only one who stayed there was a corpse with a distorted posture and a painful expression.

......

The next morning, after Yun Qing got up, he looked up unconsciously.

The room was empty and there was nothing but her.

Yun Qing felt a faint feeling of loss in her heart, and she looked up at the clock on the wall.

Then he laughed. It was only seven o'clock in the morning. Even if Bei Ming Yexuan wanted to pick her up, he would not have arrived so early.

Yun Qing suppressed the little bit of loss in her heart, got up, washed up, and walked out of the room.

The cat stood at the dining table, heard the sound of the door opening, turned around, and said with a bright smile, "Good morning, young lady."

Yun Qing took the hot water she handed over and said with a smile, "Good morning."

While speaking, his eyes unconsciously wandered in the living room.

Maoer noticed that she was absent-minded and asked with a smile, "Madam Young, what are you looking for?"

Yun Qing came back to his senses and shook his head, "No, pack up, we will set off to the airport after dinner."

She comforted herself in her heart that Bei Ming Yexuan was too busy, and it was only a small matter for her to go home and she could not bother men.

After Yun Qing figured it out, she drank the water and sat down on the dining table.

As usual, she moved the milk in her hand aside. As soon as she picked up the spoon to prepare for breakfast, a slender and white hand suddenly poked out from behind her.
Chapter completed!