The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 22 Fire Paradise (5)

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A rough male voice sounded, it sounded like a joke, but it was like the voice of Satan from the depths of hell, shocking the audience.

Holding a tissue in his hand, Zhu Pei gently wiped the silver thread wrapped around his wrist. The clean white tissue was smeared with a small bloodstain, and then discarded in the trash can.

Everyone retreated a long way.

Those who know him know that this is the master of the 'Fire Heaven'.

It wasn't his, but he was also shocked by his ruthlessness and aura.

mixed with blood

no one dares to make any noise

Even breathing is dignified
Wen Qiyang stood in front of him, his handsome face was like ten thousand years of ice that condensed the air.

He stretched out his hand and embraced the girl's slender waist from behind.

Qu Qingge fell into a broad embrace.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Above his head, a familiar voice brushed past his ears, and the reproach carried care that could not be ignored.

Qu Qingge raised his head slowly, the thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyelids, and the mist filled the eye sockets, as if he was enduring grievances, fragile but pretending to be strong; his delicate face was pale, and his lips were slightly red and swollen. The blood thread was beating faintly, sticking to the side of the white mouth, it was particularly dazzling.

Wen Qiyang is in pain!
For the first time, a feeling of powerlessness surfaced in his heart, he lowered his head and buried it between Qu Qingge's neck: "I'm sorry—" he sighed softly.

then
His pupils constricted, full of murderous intent.

"Which hand." His sharp eyes pierced Fatty Chen's soul, and said coldly.

There was a dead silence around, and no one dared to say a word other than the sound of heavy breathing.

Fatty Chen knelt on the ground, his face was ashen with fright, he forgot the pain, screamed, and even begged for mercy.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Wen Qiyang turned and looked at Zhu Pei: "It's useless."

Zhu Pei snorted, winked at the people behind him, and dragged Fatty Chen away who had died on the ground.

From the beginning to the end, Qu Qingge didn't say a word, but just stared at him blankly.

From the grievance at the beginning, to the shock when I heard him say I'm sorry, and when he said the word 'wasted' calmly just now.She suddenly recalled a sentence Wang Meng said: What is Dihao?What is Wen Qiyang?They want a person to disappear, and that person will never appear again.

Qu Qingge trembled unconsciously, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

under light blue light

Wen Qiyang held the hand on her shoulder tightly.

She was in some pain, and Liu Mei frowned further.

Wen Qiyang stared at her, the hostility in his eyes gradually dissipated and became gentle.His expression became a little unnatural, and he whispered in her ear, "He shouldn't hurt you."

The people around dispersed, and the few remaining bodyguards also consciously retreated a long way.

The air is much more comfortable, with a faint scent of perfume
The blue light shone on Qu Qingge's side face, making it much warmer.

In the VIP box
Qu Qingge stood beside Wen Qiyang, wearing his loose coat.

in the corner

A tall woman is nestled in Yan Jinhan's arms, flaxen big waves lazily spread on his shoulders, staring at her contentedly

happy shy

It's so beautiful it drives me crazy
Qu Qingge felt tightness in his chest, as if he had been hit with a stick, and it hurt a little.She moved her eyes away and stopped looking at the picture, for fear that if she couldn't bear it, she would break through the door.

Zhu Pei came in, strode to the sofa, got a glass of wine for himself, gulped it down, then generously wiped the wine on his mouth, and said: "I passed out, I pretended Throw the sack back to KK. This fat man is really useless, he passed out when he was dragged out, and he didn’t even know who he offended.”

(End of this chapter)