Master Zhan, Calm Down!

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He was still waiting for her to speak, but his figure flickered, perhaps because his legs were too long. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

The figure swayed from her eyes, directly ignoring the car seat in front of her, opened the rear door, bowed her head and walked in.

Such a slender body, sitting in this old little Santana car, looked extremely cramped, as if he could not stretch his legs.

But when he sat like this, it seemed as if the air in the space had become crowded. He didn't sit in the front of the night or opened the door. He sat at the back instead, which made An Mutu feel a little weird.

But when she thought about it, she seemed to do everything without knowing it. Who would look at her?

Just for a while, there was a...big Buddha sitting behind, An Mu swallowed inexplicably, and a little embarrassedly closed the front passenger's door, and then sat in a dreadful manner, ready to drive to his destination.

"Sir, confirm the address. Are you going to 112 ***** Avenue?"

Just on the way, although a little detour.

While talking, An Mu looked at him in the rearview mirror.

It stands to reason that this person seems to be handsome by his body shape, but An Mu was slightly taken aback when he saw it.

It's already midnight, two or three o'clock, and it's dark outside, and of course it's dark in the car. Only the sporadic and bleak moonlight is in this autumn, accompanied by the yellowing sycamore leaves on the roadside. Of falling down.

From the thin light, you can see the people behind, most of the figure is shrouded in the shadow of his back seat, but on his face, he wears a black (colored) mask, and the moonlight reflected in the rearview mirror. Half of his face was caged in darkness and half under the moonlight.

Wearing a black (colored) mask again, she looked vaguely, but felt inexplicably familiar.

But no matter how familiar she was, she didn't dare to think too much, because it was impossible. To put it bluntly, even if she looked alike, she was not a person, let alone her face, so don't be suspicious.

If it were her own teacher, she would have been scared to death.

Absolutely **** scarier than hell--!

The people behind didn't speak, and An Mu didn't care about it. He started the car and started driving to the destination, following the navigation on the phone.

It was quiet on the street outside, and even quieter in the car.

I don't know why, the more An Mu drove, the more flustered he became.

Looking at the man secretly from the rearview mirror from time to time, he remained motionless and did not speak behind him, like a sculpture, but he had a power that seemed to drive people to death and made people feel scared.

Suddenly, a little sweat came out of An Mu's nervous back, and when he subconsciously looked at him from the rearview mirror, he suddenly ran into the mirror—his sight.

Although he is wearing a black (color) mask, his eyes are looking at her straight (gou) (gou).

It seems to penetrate the rear-view mirror, through her **** eye-frame lenses-she is a bit silly, his eyes are in the rear-view mirror, his pupils seem to be getting closer and closer to her, getting closer, she seems to be in herself Behind my neck, I felt warm breathing, falling on my ears, my neck—

A cool breeze rushed through the half-open car window, knocking her back to the heart.

"squeak--!"

With a violent brake, An Mu took the opportunity to quickly loosen the seat belt and quickly opened the car door and rushed out. She ran like crazy wearing canvas shoes, and didn't dare to look back--!