Ten Fiancees Who Retired At The Beginning

Death is not terrible, the most terrifying thing is on the way to death.

The current Du Qingyu is like this, she doesn't know what will be waiting for her next.

The fear now suppressed her breathlessly.

"Wow...oooo..."

As the eldest lady of the family, when did she suffer such terrible oppression?

She couldn't help but burst into tears.

Feng Lin turned his head, loosened the other's hair, and grabbed her shoulders.

Click!

Click!

"Ah!!! Bastard! Woo..."

Du Qingyu's two arms suddenly slumped down, and the severe pain hit her forehead, and she fell to the ground with pain.

"Don't worry, it's just a dislocation, save us when we are playing, you attacked me."

Feng Lin hummed a little tune, unzipped the other party's casual clothes, put the jacket aside, "It's still the previous problem, tell me, I'll let you go."

"Woo...I won't talk about it!"

Although Du Qingyu was scared, he had strong self-confidence and could never embarrass his mother.

Because I was still wearing a mask, and there was blood all over the mask.

When speaking, it is very unclear.

Feng Lin used a dagger to cut the rope of the mask, revealing her face.

You can clearly see the blood on her mouth.

"Yep?"

Feng Lin looked startled, how did he feel a little familiar?

He wiped the blood on his face with a mask, gradually revealing the woman's original appearance.

His expression solidified for a long time.

"Fuck!"

Feng Lin immediately took the photo from his pocket and turned to one of the women in a white dress.

He carefully squeezed the other's face and found that it was really the same person.

"Ask you one thing, is this person you?"

Feng Lin pointed the photo at Du Qingyu.

Du Qingyu was still crying bitterly, just glanced at the photo lightly, choked up and asked, "Why do you have a picture of me?"

"Grass!"

Feng Lin cursed secretly. It couldn't be such a coincidence, how could it be possible?

What about writing novels? How about making a movie?

"Let me ask you one thing first, are you familiar with the name Feng Lin?" Feng Lin still needs to be sure.

"Feng Lin? You still have a picture of me... Are you my fiancé?"

Du Qingyu screamed suddenly, and then began to cry again.

"Grandma's! It really is you."

Feng Lin immediately grabbed her arms and connected them.

If he let the old man know that he beat his fiancée like this, he might have to beat himself to death.

Du Qingyu endured the severe pain and kicked Fenglin all the time.

Kick and cry, looking heartbroken.

Feng Lin had no choice but to stand here.

"I don't blame me for this. Since you know I am your fiance, why kill me?"

Feng Lin picked up the coat from the ground and put it on her.

"I haven't seen you again! I thought you had the same name as him." Du Qingyu wiped his tears and stood swayingly from the ground.

Feng Lin immediately supported her.

"Get out! Don't touch me! I want to remarry you! I won't marry you when I die! Ooo!"

Du Qingyu shook off Feng Lin's hand vigorously, wiping away the tears.

"There are other good things...No, are you sure?" Feng Lin asked solemnly.

In fact, when he knew that this fiancée was the killer, Feng Lin directly brushed her down.

This is too far from the ideal woman.

To marry a killer, it is better to take Xu Ruoying home."Of course! Even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't marry you."

Du Qingyu wiped his tears with his sleeve, and said viciously.

Feng Lin clapped vigorously and couldn't help but laugh, "Okay! Let's forget about our marriage, remember to tell your family that you brought it up first."

"you……"

Du Qingyu was a little dumb, which was different from what he thought.

According to common sense, Feng Lin should not apologize to himself immediately and then beg himself to stay.

After all, it is an honor to marry such a beautiful and distinguished person.

"By the way, sister, although we have retired, we are still friends. Give up the task of assassinating me."

Feng Lin, who was about to leave, turned around and said.

"Huh! Do you think I will give up? Anyway, you were not the only one who was assassinated this time."

Du Qingyu stood up unsteadily and shouted at Feng Lin's back.

"In normal times, I'm a person who talks very well, but don't push your nose to your face." Feng Lin gave a faint smile, "I will die."

After speaking, Feng Lin left here with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"You will die!"

Du Qingyu cursed fiercely, and seeing Feng Lin leaving, she immediately took out the small mirror from her pocket and sorted the blood on her hair and face.

...

When Feng Lin just returned home, he found a Chery parked in front of his house. He remembered the license plate number. It was Lan Rou's car.

"I'm about to call you."

Lan Rou opened the window, poked her head and smiled.

"What's the matter?" Feng Lin walked over and sat in the position of the co-pilot.

"My grandpa is looking for you for something, and I don't know what it is."

Lan Rou stepped on the accelerator and turned to leave.

Lan He was on the lawn of the yard, playing Tai Chi, and seeing Feng Lin coming in, he smiled and said hello, "Good afternoon."

"Don't be so polite, what's the matter?"

Feng Lin stood beside Lan He with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Xiao Rou, I will chat with him alone."

Lan He glanced at Lan Rou and said with a smile.

"cut."

Lan Rou slightly bulged her mouth and headed to the villa in the distance.

There are only two people left here, Feng Lin and Lanhe.

"I have something to tell you." Lan He looked at Fenglin, pointing his finger at the sky, "I got news from above that I found Liu Nian's whereabouts."

The closed forest, which was still calm as water, suddenly had cold eyes.

This woman is the number three of the dead night.

That traitor.

"Aren't you curious where she is?"

Lan He asked in surprise. He originally thought that he should be eager to ask.

"I have retired. There are so many masters in Wujie who have shocked the world. If you want to kill her, you don't need to notify me." Feng Lin explained flatly.

"She appeared in Wang Village in the south of the Yangtze River. The exact location is the cemetery outside the village, in front of Wang Lin's tomb."

Wang Lin is the number six of the dead night.

Feng Lin clenched his fists secretly, playing fake mercy?

If it weren't for her, Wang Lin would not die.

"She appeared there, deliberately leaving a memory card with only one recording for you."

Lan He took out his phone, tapped and explained, "I have to say, Liu Nian is very smart, because this is the fastest way to find you."

A very intellectual female voice came from the phone:

"Hi, boss, I’m Liu Nian, I’m sorry I can’t face you face-to-face, after all, I am the person who knows you best. I will not live to meet you for ten seconds."

"The first five seconds you will remember our past, and then spend two seconds hesitating to kill me, then you will think of the sixth child, and I will die in the last few seconds."

"I left some good things for the boss, a familiar website, and a familiar password to help me say hello to the second master, love you."

The voice in the phone disappeared.

"Feng Lin, now you know why I am looking for you? Since you are retired, hand over what she gave you."

Lan He installed the phone, raised his eyes and said.

"Your home computer, let me use it." Feng Lin said blankly.

Lan He pointed to the stone table next to it. There was a black notebook on it. "It was specially made. Liu Nian's hacking skills must be better than me."

Feng Lin nodded, came to the stone table, opened the laptop, and he was also curious about what the other party would give him.

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