"Living in the world of the past is self righteous." the young man hung his lips and his voice was evil. "He was still entertaining himself."

"Isn't it funny?"

The young killer still kept the posture of holding his pocket with one hand, so he stood up calmly, and then passed Song Zhi slowly, without even looking sideways.

Her?

Which her?

Xu Bai?!

An incredible guess rose from the bottom of Song Zhi's heart.

Why should sumo protect Xu Bai?! Why?

Defend a slave who refuses to give in to his master.

Or would he rather believe Xu Bai than her?!

Song Zhi thought and bit her lip. Her teeth were deeply embedded in the lip flap and spilled blood.

Su Mo walked away and avoided the monitoring. He stopped, then lowered his eyes and looked at the silver needle in his hand, which glowed cold in the sun.

The thin and long silver needle presents a translucent color, like a thin silver white silk thread.

If you don't look carefully, maybe no one will notice at all.

It's also cold and dangerous.

The eyes of the young killer seemed to be splashed with thick ink, without waves, like the cold pool in the depths of the steep valley, with a trace of cold.

Indifference, no desire, no desire.

After two seconds,

Su Mo took back the silver needle as if he hadn't done anything. He went straight to the car. His slender and clear white fingers opened the door, crossed his long legs, bent over and sat in with a slightly bent waist.

Sun Zhu sat in the co pilot's seat. When he heard the sound, he looked back at sumo and couldn't help asking, "what did you say? What does Song Zhi mean?" I'm afraid he's not ill.

The slender boy leaned against the seat, raised his hand and took off the black mask, revealing a handsome and exquisite face and flowing a soul-stirring beauty.

He closed his eyes and looked lazy and cold. "It's boring."

Sun Zhu: "

I knew Su Mo couldn't say anything to himself. Sun Zhu was not disappointed. He took back his eyes and said to the driver, "all right, all right, let's go."

The slender boy was not in any mood and looked cold. He opened his eyes. His Obsidian pupils were cold, like the fog in the middle of the night.

His white and cold fingertips slightly rubbed the edge of the dagger, felt the touch of the blade rubbing his fingertips, and looked indifferent.

Killing is too easy for him.

He killed so many people that he couldn't even remember himself.

The dagger can kill directly,

But a poisoned silver needle can make life worse than death.

Once upon a time, he liked to kill with one knife, but sometimes he could change his way.

Su Mo lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved slowly.

He won't accept anyone to slander his faith.

That man is the only faith and light he pursues for the rest of his life.

can only,

It's his.

It belongs to him.

That's all,

And the only one.

After Song Zhi returned home, she was absent-minded for some time. She also wanted to contact Su Mo again.

She's not willing, really.

Song Zhi doesn't understand,

Shouldn't it be pity to meet a familiar person in a strange world?

Why is that person so cold and cold? It seems that everything in the world can't get into that person's eyes.

You shouldn't.

She is the princess of Song Dynasty. Does she want anything?

She should be held in the palm of everyone's hand, just like in the Song Dynasty.

Instead of watching one of his own personal slaves walk in front of him, his identity is more noble and his power is more powerful than himself.