Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Sriyaan spread his hands indifferently: "Although I don't care when I will die, it doesn't mean that I will let myself die in such a shameful way."

What he said is true.

Psychopaths cannot feel the emotion of fear, including death. Of course, in most cases, they cherish their lives.

Shi Lingwen nodded without paying much attention, and then casually mentioned, as if something suddenly occurred to him: "By the way, on the day of the escape, let's take another person with us."

"Ah ha?" Sriya'an raised his eyebrows, propped up his chin, and spoke with great interest, "Just because I killed a person when the plan was about to be implemented, it made you feel troublesome to come here to punish me, but now you are Let us bring in a bigger trouble that may change at any time?"

Shi Lingwen frowned, "She's not trouble."

When he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that his speaking speed was too exciting. He calmed down and said calmly: "No. 036 is very special."

"What kind of special method?" The interest in Sriya'an's eyes became more and more intense, "No. 036. Such a familiar number. Is it the woman who made Warden Jiang special to her? It really makes me more and more curious about her."

The man flipped the long pale golden hair around his ears, licked the corner of his mouth with his scarlet tongue, and said with an unknown smile on his lips: "I can smell the taste of a small dessert that may be very delicious."

"Trust me, don't try to get her idea."

Shi Lingwen's eyes were cold and there was a warning in his voice, "She is the same type of person as you."

"oh?"

The undercurrent in Sriya'an's eyes surged for a while, and then gradually subsided, "This really makes me look forward to the appearance of that little sweetheart."

If her appearance is not worthy of his expectations, then kill her. If it matches.

The man covered his lower lip, and the corners of his mouth formed a strange arc.

Then kill her first, then make her into delicious snacks and eat them bit by bit.

"I'll see you."

Shi Lingwen frowned and glanced at Sriya'an, who was covering his face for no reason and getting nervous again. He always felt a little uneasy somewhere in his heart.

"Then it's settled."

"It seems that you have to take that little sweetheart with you." Sriyaan retracted his hand, his face returned to his usual gentlemanly elegance, and the corners of his lips raised, "Isn't it said that she just entered Mosca a few days ago? Why? , I fell in love with you so quickly. To be favored by Mr. Shi, I believe she must be a very cute little girl."

Shi Ling'an snorted, turned around and left without saying anything.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind: "But now it seems that the person who really alerted the enemy and was rash was not me, but you."

"Huh?" Shi Ling'an was startled. Before he could ask him what he meant, the sirens outside were sounded instantly, footsteps were coming from outside in, and the lights all around were bright.

There were sounds outside.

"Alert, alert! A suspected accomplice appears, everyone go north with me!"

"yes!"

"What a trick to lure the snake out of its hole. It seems you are going to be exposed today."

Compared to Shi Lingwen's vigilant expression at the moment, Sriya'an didn't care about his situation at all. Instead, he was a little worried about the world being in chaos, showing a bit of a good show.

"Don't worry, Mr. Shi, if you unfortunately die today, I will still abide by your last wish and take your beloved little sweetheart out of Mosga."

"Are all perverts like you to take pleasure in misfortune?"

Shi Lingwen said that he was immune to his infuriating and life-threatening attacks. He quickly turned his head and moved forward, escaping before the protective nets completely sealed him.

Shortly after he left, two other figures who had been staying in the darkness appeared, looking at the man's back with Sriyaan, and uttered a strange and sneer in their mouths.

The grumpy-looking Irishman with orange hair looked at the man's back and sneered: "Guess, will he survive tonight?"

"Hmm~ You're looking down on Shi Ling'an too much, aren't you, Xiao Yin Yin?" The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy smiled, his smile perverse and evil. He played with a button that seemed to be removed from his own clothes, like the sky. His blue and clear eyes contained dark emotions.

"You should be more concerned about whether the explosives you buried are heavy enough. I really hope he can survive. After all, when Mosga is out, I still want to collect his fresh and beautiful finger bones. And that one No. 036——"

Forrestlin turned his gaze to Sriyaan who was smiling inexplicably over there, the corners of his lips elongated, and he licked his lips with interest.

"I seem to smell new prey."

Jiaoyang watched Jiang Minluo put on her coat, then got up from her body and walked out.

She sat up from the bed and stared blankly at his back as he walked towards the door. The sirens outside were still blaring and the red light was still flashing.

"What's wrong?"

She asked, and when Jiang Minluo was about to open the door and go out, she grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"nothing."

He turned around, stopped, and touched the little girl's soft hair comfortingly.

After all, he is still a child. Being in such a vicious environment is always scary.

"It's just a small matter, it'll be fine once it's taken care of."

Jiaoyang let him rub her head and nodded in understanding.

"Warden?" The prison guards waiting outside were a little anxious. The criminals were too cunning. Under the current situation, if they arrived a minute late, they would give the other party one more chance to escape.

Jiang Minluo turned around, glanced at them coldly, and then stepped forward.

Several prison guards froze, and the deputy warden frowned, looking meaningfully at the innocent-eyed woman in the room.

Regardless of whether this woman is intentional or not, her existence is really too troublesome.

And it’s still a trouble that shouldn’t exist in the first place.

After a few people left, Jiaoyang stayed in the room. Instead of lying down to rest, she sat on a chair, as if quietly waiting for something.

Until there was another burst of noisy chasing footsteps outside the door, the door was pried open with a "click" and then hurriedly closed again.

When the slightly fluttering curtains stopped, another figure appeared in the room.

"You're here." A smile overflowed from the little girl's face, she picked up an orange from the table and handed it to the visitor.

"Would you like to try it? It's very sweet."

Shi Lingwen glanced at Orange with complicated eyes, and then looked at the sweet smile on the little girl's face.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether his impulsive decision to take her out of Mosga was right or wrong.

Two chapters in one.