Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

A patter of rain began to fall in the sky and fell on her body.

Jiaoyang reached out to pick it up, letting the rain hit her body without feeling anything in her heart. But she could vaguely feel that someone was far away from her.

Sheng Jiaoyang's only relative in this world is not her relative.

Jiaoyang smiled, threw a blade in her hand, and fell to the ground alone, blood flowing continuously along with the rain.

Compared to the task she had to do to kill someone, it was really easy.

As I said, Chengchu's kindness to his enemies was cruelty to himself, and there was nothing wrong with me.

If you saw this scene now, would you still condemn me with that disapproving tone?

Jiaoyang looked calmly at the remaining two men, in suits and leather shoes, who were left in a state of confusion at the moment. They knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged her to spare their lives.

She raised the blade in her hand again.

"No, no, no, Jiaoyang."

Zhai Li hugged her from behind, almost kneeling on the ground, holding her wrist to prevent her from moving her hand.

"Don't kill anyone anymore, Jiaoyang. Don't let your hands be stained with blood because of dad's mistakes."

He kept coughing, and the cold rain hit him, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face. His lips had turned lavender, and he was so heartbroken that he almost suffocated.

"It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this." It was never her fault.

But everything finally came to this point.

Jiaoyang shook him off, but to his surprise, she didn't look at him with that cold gaze. On the contrary, she smiled. However, what she said was heartbreaking:

"I almost forgot, you are also a member of the Zhai family. Do you want to die with them? But now, I don't seem to have many blades to share with you."

She lowered her head and puffed out her face, with a distressed look in her eyes.

Zhai Li opened his eyes wide. At this moment, the two men took advantage of this gap to bang on the door desperately and called for help frantically!

Jiaoyang glanced at it and threw it casually with her hand, and the two of them landed on the ground.

She clicked her tongue a few times and kicked them a few times: "This manor is private territory for dozens of miles. If outsiders hear it, there will be ghosts."

"Jiaoyang. Jiaoyang, you are crazy." Zhai Li hugged her, his body trembling, "You shouldn't kill people, once this matter is investigated..." There was fear in his eyes.

Zhai Li stubbornly wiped the blood on her hands with a white tissue. She pushed him away and he wiped her again.

Jiaoyang is different from her sister and father. She is not that kind of person. She should not bear such a crime. She should not be the one who is unforgivable.

He would never admit it anyway.

She should be the cleanest existence, but she was stained by this dirty and dirty world.

"The worst thing is death, then let me die," she said with cold eyes, "If Lu Tingwan knows my identity, I will die too, and I will die earlier."

Jiaoyang paused and realized something. She raised her head and looked calmly in the distance.

The sound of police sirens came from afar, but the distance was not very close, and it was raining, so the sound was extremely blurry. If you didn't listen carefully, you would think it was an illusion.

Zhai Li's body froze instantly.

He watched her lower her head and kick one of the men in the body with her legs. The phone fell out of his arms, with the positioning turned on, and he was dialing the police call.