You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

After Lu Yanmu picked up the bag that was thrown on the ground and took out the phone inside, his eyes instantly seemed to kill people, his horrifying aura was even more compelling, and the bloodthirsty all around him was released from Lu Yanmu. Killing intent.

Even Song Yuan, who had been accustomed to Lu Yanmu's anger, felt that Lu Yanmu at this time was terrifying and terrifying. He was not like a person at all, but more like a Shura returning from the **** hell, with blood oozing everywhere.

Standing behind Song Yuan, he didn't dare to move. He stood stiffly and didn't dare to speak, for fear that he would add fuel to the fire if he spoke, causing Lu Yanmu to directly want to kill no matter what.

"Song Yuan! You can find out Qingmang's whereabouts within half an hour, otherwise..." Lu Yanmu's voice seemed to be pure and poisonous, and the rest of the words were not spoken. Song Yuan already knew what Lu Yanmu wanted to express. .

It's okay if Miss Qingmang is okay, if something happens, I am afraid that she will never die, and the third master will be crazy.

What kind of sin has been done to endure such pain?

Song Yuan didn't dare to look at Lu Yanmu's murderous expression at this time, and didn't dare to delay the slightest. As he walked out, he took out his cell phone, called Ye Xiao, and then activated the guard to find Qingmang's whereabouts.

They just learned from Leng Shuang that Yan Qiu not only wanted revenge on the third master, but also wanted Miss Qingmang to die.

If Miss Qingmang falls into their hands, how can she survive?

Thinking of this, he became more panicked.

Within five minutes, the reason why Qing Mang came to this neighborhood was found out.

Lin Suqing, who was in the same dormitory, had a car accident. Qing Mang was called over to take a look, and then something went wrong.

Sitting in the monitoring room of the hospital, Lu Yanmu coldly watched some fragments of Qingmang falling out, and his whole body was full of bloodthirsty chills that made people dare not approach and dare not speak.

The monitoring room at this time was already the ice cellar in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the breath exhaled was so cold that everyone did not dare to pant for fear that it would annoy the man in front of him.

The dean was also a little trembling. When the master came over, he was mixed with countless chills, and his brows were full of anger about wanting to kill, but the glance at him made him feel like watching a dead person. The blood all over his body froze.

After standing here for less than five minutes, he already felt that he was too cold, his legs trembled, and he couldn't stand still.

As expected, this master was as young as the legend, but he was like the Yama King in Yama Temple, and he did not dare to despise him.

The dean saw that Lu Yanmu hadn't said a word since he came in, and directly asked the people he brought to operate in the monitoring room. After the operation, he stared at the monitoring screen for a long time.

He stared at the surveillance screen, but he couldn't see it at all.

After communicating with Song Yuan with his eyes, Song Yuan could only reply with a slightly apologetic look, and by the way comforted others, don't talk lightly.

At this time, even he was facing a big enemy, not to mention the rest of the people.

Lu Yanmu looked at it for a long time, finally retracted his gaze, turned his chair, glanced coldly at the people present, and finally fixed his gaze at Lin Wanying, who was standing at the back with his head lowered.

"You..." Lu Yanmu opened his lips lightly, his breath turned into frost.

The crowd shook unconsciously when they saw Lu Yanmu speak, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they slightly raised their eyes and saw that they were not pointing at them.