Go Through My Demon Host

   Chapter 4129 Fanwai: Raiders Failure Guidance (4)

   Just as Fei Shiting was getting ready to hug, her chin was caught off guard.

   The cold temperature made her shiver.

  Reacted when it was, the woman was stiff all over.

  The young marshal leaned down with dignity and knelt down on one knee, his military uniform was cold, his beautiful badge had no warmth, the sun fell on him, and behind him a large area of ​​pear blossoms and snow-white added to the romance.

  Long eyelashes and thick eyelashes, long and narrow eyes, but too gloomy and cruel, staring at her loosely at this moment.

  Slender fingers in black gloves held the gun and raised her chin.

  The action is elegant and expensive.

   Fei Shiting is really afraid that if she gets out, she will die.

   At the juncture of life and death, Fei Shiting actually felt her heartbeat speed up significantly, but not because of fear.

   She can still raise her mind at this time.

  I admire myself.

   "Sir...Small, be careful." Fei Shiting still didn't want to die, she looked at the person in front of her weakly, trying to reach out her hand to save her chin.

   "Assassination of the young marshal, do you know what the crime is?"

   A temperatureless voice sounded.

   "??!"

you can not do that! ! ! !

"I do not have!!"

   Fei Shiting's mind was dazed.

   God knows she just wants a princess hug!

   "This Rongcheng, I have the final say."

   Fei Shiting understood when she saw the undisguised wicked interest in her dyed white eyes.

   This is playing with yourself.

Tolerate.

   She endured.

   "Sir, it's too late for me to worship you, how dare I assassinate you?" The woman was pure and innocent, with braided braids, a light blue top and checkered skirt, and looked at the dyed white with reliance on her eyes.

"Little waste." The young marshal gave a low laugh, his tone was lazy and hoarse, the icy gun casually slid across the woman's face, watching her trembling reaction, in Fei Shiting's affectionate eyes, her thin lips parted lightly, "Next time, don't be so stupid."

   Fei Shiting's mind was blank, the temperature that lingered on her face was as cold as ice.

   Against the cold light of March.

   Indulge in the coldness in the snow-white pear flowers.

   After Dianbai left, Fei Shiting couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, she touched her face blankly, and could still feel the residual temperature.

   System: "...The target of the strategy is scolding you."

   Fei Shiting: "...I may, it's shaking m."

  "?" The system does not understand, "Who is attacking whom?"

  …

   "Sir, I...I like you!"

When    dyed white, he happened to see that unpleasant scene.

Mr.    stood there in a snow-colored long gown, and in front of him was a schoolgirl wearing a blue top and a pleated skirt, dressed just like the little trash just now.

  It's a pity, even more stupid.

  The girl looked extremely shy, and handed out a love letter with both hands.

   "Sorry." Mr. said.

The    warlord stood not far away, watching the scene with great interest, the smile in his eyes disappeared, and it looked **** and treacherous in the sun.

   Suddenly, the gentleman's side eyes seemed to be sensitive, the white shirt was as elegant as a dreamer, and those eyes were as peaceful as the breeze and snow, and the invisible but accurate fall in the direction of the dyed white.

   Ranbai looked at him quietly with no expression on his face. After two seconds, he walked over slowly.

  The girl who confessed also sensed something was wrong, and when she saw the man in the black military uniform coming, the blood on her face faded.

   "He has a master."

   The chilly voice of the wind and the clouds fell.

   "I'm sorry..." A trace of fear flashed in the girl's eyes, she bowed her head cowardly and said in a panic, and ran away in fright.

   "Abai." Mo Chen called softly.

"Ok."

   The young marshal was rather unhappy between his brows and eyes, thin and cold, and his eyes fell on the young man, and he eased slightly.

   "How come you remembered?"

   The dyed white is neither salty nor bland: "I can't come again, I don't even know that Mr. is coveted."

  He frowned slightly: "But Mr. Bai's is always just Bai's."

   No matter how gentle he treats others, there is always a calm alienation in it. Only when he treats her will his indifference fade away, leaving only a soft and delicate voice.

  Dyeing white gave a snort of unknown meaning, with lazy eyebrows, took off the black leather glove with one hand, held his hand, and intertwined his fingers possessively: "Sir, you are used to making people happy."

   "I will not use vinegar in cooking for Ah Bai in the future," he said.

   dyed white and raised his eyebrows lazily.

   Mo Chen smiled: "Save the vinegar jar at home and turn it over again."

   "I'm not a vinegar jar." Ranbai stared at him and grinned, "Forget it, sir, that's right."

   At this moment, the guard stepped forward and called an adult, and said something in a low voice.

   Dyeing Bai's expression is indifferent, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

   "Go first," said Mr.

   Ranbai glanced at him, hummed, raised his finger and stroked Mr.'s eyebrows, paused, lowered his eyes and kissed his fingertips, and then pressed it against his lips, the temperature was cold and hot.

The    action is calm and sultry.

   "Sir, wait for me to come back."

   "Okay." There was still the warmth that belonged to the other party on his lips, and the cold fragrance lingered in the air, Mo Chen said softly, "Be careful."

  Dyeing white, he put on black gloves without hesitation, gave his husband one last look, agreed, and turned to leave.

  The weather was cloudy, dark clouds gathered, no sunlight, and the cold wind whistled, raising the black cloak.

It's raining.

  The sound of the rain was pattering and gradually getting louder.

   The car dedicated to the Commander's Mansion slowly drove to the Zhao Mansion and stopped.

The    guard stood up straight, opened the car door, and held an umbrella for the man.

   In the misty rain, the young warlord with silver hair and **** eyes looks like the protagonist who came out of the comics. He doesn't look like a real person. He walked out of the car.

The guard next to her held an umbrella for her. The umbrella was pure black. The rainwater rolled down from the rib and fell on the ground tickingly. The umbrella surface cast a large dark shadow, half covering the person's face. , only faintly glimpsed a thin and sharp jawline.

   Countless guards broke through the door with guns and rushed into the Zhao residence!

The screams of    were endless.

   Ranbai squinted his eyes, looked at the plaque of the Zhao residence, and said calmly, "Take it down."

  's voice is lazy and pleasant, but cold-blooded to the extreme.

"Yes."

   Ranbai stepped into Zhao's house step by step, and the blood in the house became a river, and the blood and rain were mixed together and flowed from the ground.

   "My lord! My lord!! Please let me go, I dare not!"

   Zhao Jin knelt down on the ground, his plump face trembling, he was extremely frightened, and begged.

   The sky was so gloomy that no light could be seen, the cold wind was howling, and every time the military boots stepped on the ground, water splashed.

   "Who gave you the courage to sell drugs in Rongcheng?"

  The voice coming from under the umbrella was ruthless and gloomy, making Zhao Jin's complexion as earthy, slumped to the ground and unable to get up again.

   Suddenly, a neither humble nor arrogant female voice sounded: "Sir!"

  …

   "Alert! Alert! There are other wild missionaries on the plane, and they are attacking the mission target, please take measures immediately!"

"What did you say?!" Fei Shiting was carefully applying the medicine to herself when she heard the system's words and jumped up from the bed, the medicine in her hand suddenly... .

   In this plane, the White Temple is a magical species that is scrambled by all women.

   (end of this chapter)