Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"It's not a pity that you died, it's not a pity." Mrs. Lian cried and slapped her repeatedly.

The wind in winter was very strong, it suddenly started to rain, and the temperature dropped so much that even the blood on the old lady's face was washed away. Her whole face was twisted tightly. She got up and said: "The poison is spreading in my limbs. I Even Feng Jin can’t beat him now.”

She thought she was about to die, but at the moment she fainted, she saw someone walking towards her.

"I want to go back to the Wu Clan, I want to go back." She kept shouting, getting up and trying to get over, but unfortunately she fainted and fell to the ground. She was dragged and thrown into the car, and disappeared into the night.

In the darkness, a figure emerged.

"Sir, you expected me." Han Changqing's voice sounded hoarse. Although the rain fell on him, it failed to extinguish his heroic appearance. His short black hair stuck to his forehead, adding a bit of wildness. momentum.

After making the call, Han Changqing looked at the tombstone stained red with blood. He turned around, got into the luxury car, and drove away.

"Damn it." Han Changqing drove to follow. As if he had expected someone to follow him, the car suddenly turned to the side and threw two ash bombs. Thick smoke filled the air. Han Changqing braked hard and the car disappeared behind him. In sight.

Although the ground was wet from the rain and tire marks could be seen, there were several cars traveling at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish the route.

"Fuck." Han Changqing turned the steering wheel hard, and the confidence he had just had was killed like this.

He reached for the chewing gum and threw it into his mouth, chewed it and stared into the distance. After sending a message to Xiao Mohan, he stopped following it and drove towards S City.

It was raining heavily. Han Changqing drove his car and stopped by the roadside, intending to buy a cup of coffee.

"Bang" He bumped into someone, looked down and saw Zhou Zihao rushing over and bumping into him. He wanted to turn around but Han Changqing grabbed his arm and asked: "Major Zhou, what happened? "

"Feng, Feng Jin." Zhou Zihao didn't even dare to drive a car and was running tonight.

He kept panting, looked around, and said: "Feng Jin plotted against me. I'm afraid that she will end my single life by then. Although I also want to find a girlfriend, it's terrible that she forced me to have sex with her like this. "

"Really?" Han Changqing listened, released his grip on her arm, bought two cups of coffee, and handed one to him.

Zhou Zihao took the coffee. Although he was soaked, the man was strong and did not feel cold.

"Han Changqing, you said that the Witch Clan has existed for thousands of years and its roots are deep. I think it will take some effort for Mr. Xiao to do it all. Do you think those people will scatter and infiltrate among us?" Zhou Zi Howe asked.

"Didi." Han Changqing heard the phone vibrating and saw the red signal. He grabbed Zhou Zihao and walked towards the car and said, "It's over. Hei found the tracker implanted in his body."

Zhou Zihao took a sip of coffee while Han Changqing drove away in a hurry, spilling the whole cup of coffee all over his face.

"Isn't it possible? I just came out to buy a cup of coffee and he found out?" Zhou Zihao's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He just wanted to buy a cup of coffee to wake up because he had to go out and stare at the person named Hei. of.

"Damn it." Han Changqing drove over and found that the house was empty and filled with the smell of blood.

Unexpectedly, the man surnamed Hei would be so cruel and dug out a piece of meat. Zhou Zihao's expression became even worse and he said, "It's all my fault. If he hadn't gone to buy coffee to hide from Feng Jin, he wouldn't have run away."