The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Who are you?!" Inexplicably, Mu Chenbi's voice trembled: "Are you..."

Halfway through the question, his voice stopped abruptly, as if he was looking forward to the answer, but was afraid of the answer. He shot Yunci repeatedly with a pair of deep eyes, then shook his head again and murmured: "What's this? Maybe... how could you be her..."

Eight years ago, she should be a mature woman now. She is completely out of age with the person in front of her, but this person’s eyes...her eyebrows...

Mu Chenbi said coldly: "Take off your mask!"

Yun Ci suddenly raised his knees, pressed against Mu Chenbi's lower abdomen, and struggled under him.

There was still a melee outside the grass, and there were too many people on the other side. In Yinwan, they gradually became exhausted and wanted to take the villagers to hurry. They turned their heads and glanced in the crowd, and suddenly found a problem.

Yin Wan exclaimed directly: "Where is the boss? Where is the boss?!"

Yu Cang and Hua Yinong also hurriedly looked for Yunci's figure, but were accidentally surrounded by a group of guards.

At this time, there were a few gunshots in his ears, and several guards fell one after another. Turning to look around, Lu Mingke rushed over with a gun from a distance.

Yin Wan and Hua Yi were stronger than Cang's trio, and their eyes widened in surprise at the same time.

"Ming Ke, how are you..."

"Yinwan, have you put sleeping pills on it!"

"I let it go, even if he wakes up early, it is impossible to find here so soon!"

Lu Mingke looked at the three of them angrily: "I realized something was wrong a long time ago, so after drinking the glass of milk, I immediately vomited it out, and then followed you all the way. Okay, you guys, the action actually excluded me. I am not relying on me to save you!"

At Yin Wan, they were speechless for a while.

Lu Mingke quickly killed the guards in front of him, trying to rescue the sound and flowers in the encirclement circle.

"So you are not dead."

Amidst the noise, a cold voice came from behind, and Lu Mingke suddenly stopped. This familiar voice, as if spanning a century, penetrated his ears again and bombarded his brain nerves.

The original dusty memory seemed to have been knocked open. He had heard this voice speak in his ear countless times.

--"I hate you."

——"You are not worthy of being my brother."

——"Remember, you will always be just a wild species."

——"Your likes really make me sick."

Lu Mingke turned his head stiffly, and saw a slender figure. Walking in a superior step, he walked from a distance. The man had a handsome face, wearing a dark black suit, unbuttoned, and his clothes fluttered with the wind.

He walked in front of Lu Mingke, pulled his tie with his well-defined fingers, and looked at Lu Mingke with contemptuous and irritable eyes.

Lu Mingke shook his gun hand, opened his mouth, and squeezed out a little voice with difficulty: "Brother..."

"Brother?" Lu Yan's lips curled up with a cold smile: "Who gave you the qualification to call me like that? A beggar-like fellow."

Lu Mingke gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his hand, and aimed the gun at Lu Yan's forehead.

Lu Yan didn't panic, and raised his eyebrows: "Finally dare to take a gun?"

When still living together, Lu Yan liked to play with guns, but Lu Mingke was different. He felt scared just seeing the gun, so Lu Yan always poked at him with a gun, watching him scared. With a trembling appearance, Lu Yan laughed more wantonly as if he had succeeded in a prank.