He lowered his head, looked at her soft hair, and finally couldn't help but kissed her lightly on her forehead.
The tough arms hugged her tightly, and her voice is rare and gentle at night:
"Go to sleep, you are too tired, don't worry, I won't touch you until you promise to forgive me."
Wen Xian: "..."
She didn't speak, but her arm hugged him tighter.
...
No one knows what she thinks, but she seems to be a little uncomfortable tonight.
So she was extraordinarily honest, fell asleep in his arms obediently, and fell asleep shortly afterwards.
Just in sleep.
Wen Xian's sleep seemed a little uneasy.
Her brows constricted slightly, as if something bad had happened in her sleep.
...
The two people in the room hugged each other tightly, and the coolness of the cold moon shone across the ground.
Just when they were on the warm cot, outside the window--
The whole jurisdiction is quiet, and it seems to be sleeping in this night.
It's just that in the distance where the end is not visible, the sky seems to be filled with black and crushing clouds, and accompanied by the sound of rolling wind, a storm is about to come.
And just below the black sky.
In a dim claustrophobic space.
"boom--!"
Accompanied by a gunshot, there was a heavy sound and fell down.
A light bulb swayed at the entrance, emitting a faint light, reflecting a few figures on the wall of the rammed earth structure.
The picture gradually shifted, and blood was slowly spreading on the concrete floor.
Looking along the winding trail of blood, a man **** with a big five flowers tilted his head and fell to the ground.
The eyes were still wide, but there was a hole in the back of his head.
It was like a dark, unobtrusive cellar.
A man in a smoky gray trench coat stood there, wearing black leather gloves and holding a gun in his hand.
And there are three men around him, standing there at this time, head down, not daring to kick, two of them are trembling non-stop.
"Now, do you know what to do later?"
As soon as the man in the smoky gray trench coat said the words, a man suddenly thumped and knelt on the ground.
He clenched his fist tightly, and a thin layer of sweat was faintly forced out of his forehead.
And this person, not someone else, was the one who ran away when he robbed cultural relics before--
The man called Angkor.
At this moment he lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and said every word: "Mr. Li! Don't worry, I will solve this matter as soon as possible!"
When the words fell, the man slowly loosened the tie of his neckline, turned his neck, and made a faint chuckle.
Then, the gun in his hand turned a direction, and the black muzzle was aimed at that Angkor's head.
The latter suddenly became stiff, holding his breath.
"Really, how do you solve it? You've already missed it once. You know, if the things you want here are not continuously supplied, it will be troublesome."
Speaking of this, his voice seemed to bring an indescribable chuckle:
"Also, the man you mentioned, since he has bad our good deeds time and time again, it is better to kill him...?"
When Angkor heard that his body stiffened again, he spoke again, and he held his breath: "He, he, I am not his opponent."
When this word came out, unexpectedly--
The temples suddenly resisted.
The man beside him let out a low laugh suddenly.
Although he was smiling, it became more and more creepy.
At last--