The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 257 Pretending is useless 1
When I switched my mind to the phone, I even sighed softly: "What kind of premeditation do I have, I just thought that the Ninth Prince was too tired last night, coupled with the hangover, I was worried that you would go in and disturb his rest."

What was said unintentionally, suddenly became clear at this moment.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He took a step back to the side to make way for the guards behind him.

He casually glanced in the direction of the door, and laughed softly: "But I'll also say something up front, the Ninth Prince has a bad temper, and if you wake me up later, I'll take care of anyone who wants to kill or beat you." no."

She took a step back, but Du Zijun hesitated.

Hesitatingly glanced at the door, and suddenly felt annoyed why he came here in person.

Forced himself to this dilemma.

After a while, Du Zijun suddenly saw Mo Yu sneaking a glance at the door, with a guilty look flashing in his eyes, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

I don't know where I was annoyed just now.

Taking a step forward, he clasped his fists at Mo Yu: "The young general has no choice but to do so because of Huang Ming's presence. If the Ninth Prince must blame him, whether he kills or beats him, there is nothing he can do about it."

After finishing speaking, he waved his arm to signal the people behind him to follow, and stepped directly into the dormitory.

After stepping into the room, the line of sight looked at the bed which was tightly blocked by the bed curtain.

Looking back at Mo Yu who was standing outside the door, his face had turned a little pale, and he smiled evilly.

He strode to the bed, bent down and called out a few times.

After waiting for a while, making sure that he won't get a response, the smile in his eyes grew even wider.

He stretched out his long, white fingers to pinch the bed curtain, and lifted it abruptly.

The curtain of the bed was opened, and before Du Zijun had time to see whether the people inside were dead or alive, a gust of air flowed directly towards him.

The target was his chest.

Du Zijun was horrified, and hurriedly let go of the bed curtain he was holding between his fingers, and took a breath to avoid it.

At the same time, the tiptoes pushed up a little to the edge of the bed, and the whole person used his strength to exit the bedroom.

Before standing still, a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

No matter how quick and timely Du Zijun's reaction was, the blow still hit him hard in the chest.

(End of this chapter)