Chapter 21

The man full of nonsense seemed to be stunned and staggered back a few steps: "thin shallow, what are you going to do, everyone is watching!"

Thin shallow looked at him indifferently, covered with a layer of evil spirit all over his body, and walked towards him step by step.

The man looked like the messenger of hell, turned and ran away.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Thin shallow grabbed his back collar and slammed into the windshield.

"Ah!"

The man gave a shrill scream and his face was covered with blood.

Thin shallow raised one foot, stepped on the front of the car, bent down slightly, and his voice was as loose as ever: "well, who said Sao goods?"

The man bit the glass slag, how dare he tell the truth.

"I, I'm talking about me!"

"You?" Thin shallow frowned. He seemed very dissatisfied with the answer. He grabbed the man with an expressionless face. The man didn't slow down yet. With another bang, his head hit again. In that scream, thin shallow's voice was light and could not seem to constitute a threat: "think again, who is Sao? If you answer wrong, you will be punished."

Violence and calm, in extreme cases, are creepy.

The whole man was shrouded in death.

He screamed and begged for mercy: "your lover, your lover is! I'm sorry, young master Bo, I'm wrong, you forgive me! Please, forgive me! I'll kneel down for you!"

In the moonlight, his thin face was gloomy and pale. He slightly tilted his head and shook his head with a little regret: "unfortunately, it's half wrong."

The man stared round. The next second, his lower abdomen was hit hard, the windshield was completely broken, his body fell into it in a strange posture, severe pain hit, his eyes closed and completely lost consciousness.

When he passed out, he seemed to hear someone gently say: she is my wife.

On the field, it was quiet.

No one dared to speak, not even breathe.

It's weird.

Thin and indifferent don't open your eyes. He came over with a pale face and threw the car key aside. He looked a little strange: "go back."

Mu Shinian held the key and looked at the man's tragedy. Just now, is Bo shallow venting his anger for her?

Why? Prince Bo is not so kind.

……

Along the way, mu Shinian was full of doubts.

Beside him, the man has fallen asleep.

He seemed to be in a big war. After winning all the games, he took off his defense and hostility and slept like a child.

Stepping on the tiny stars, the car stopped at the door of Bojia manor.

Mu Shinian waited for five minutes, but she didn't see the people around her wake up. She hesitated. She raised her hand and was about to push him. Suddenly, the people in the seat fiercely opened their eyes and grabbed her wrist.

The pain came.

Mu Shinian's face sank, restrained the impulse to waste his hand, and coldly reminded: "young master Bo, here we are."

Thin, shallow and empty eyes, gradually focusing.

A few seconds later, he regained his mind and released his hand. The whole man frowned vaguely: "when I sleep, stay away from me."

His words were cold and impatient.

Just now he dreamed of that disgusting and disgusting nightmare again!

Mu Shinian rubbed his sore wrist and nodded; "OK."

Thin shallow turned back and looked at her indifferently. Under the bleary face, there was a bit of complexity.