The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 94
At that time, Xu Liancheng, who was chasing someone angry and walking forward, said, "Why are you so angry! It's reasonable!"

Xu Liancheng put on a serious face, stopped and said, "Then last time we had a picture and the truth! Is it true?"

At that time, he looked at Xu Liancheng suspiciously, "There is something really wrong with you recently!"

Xu Liancheng glanced at him, then walked forward.

Seeing him at that time, I was really angry, quickly put away the newspaper, and chased after him, "Who cares if he is real or not! Anyway, I got the chance. If we call today, we will push it to Murong's family, so as to save the rest of the paparazzi Biting on both of us."

Just as he was talking, the nurse who led the way indicated that the place had arrived, and at that time signaled the nurse to kick the door.

The nurse kicked out, but before he could use any force, the door opened, almost throwing himself out.

At that time, I laughed and walked over, and when I looked inside the room, my whole expression froze.

In the small living room, the wreckage of old-fashioned furniture was scattered all over the floor. On the only intact armchair, a soft and boneless person sat on it, facing them sideways, and was playing with a small knife in his hand.

He looked weak, but the moment he heard the movement, he turned his head and looked over, he felt a strong breath coming towards him, which scared him to instinctively take two steps back, and was helped by Xu Liancheng. It took a while to stand still.

When Xu Liancheng saw Gu Yunlan, whose eyes were red with pain and his face was pale, like a murderous god, he was quite frightened, but with the buffer of that time, he looked a little calmer.

What really made his heart tremble was Gu Yunlan's glance at him, the impatience and disgust revealed in his eyes, as if he would come to take his life in the next moment, this feeling made him suffocate.

Fortunately, Gu Yunlan seemed to have no intention of treating them, the group of visitors who broke in suddenly. After glancing at them, he looked back at the prey at his feet.

The reporter from the newspaper office had his clothes scratched badly. Every cut was stained with blood. The redness could be dark or light, but there was not a single place that was completely dry, because there was blood oozing out all the time. .

His glasses were broken, with cracks on one side, and on the completely broken side, two or three shards were pierced into his eyes, which looked bloody and terrifying.

But this injury didn't seem to be the most painful place on his body.

Because he didn't raise his hand to cover it, but knelt on the ground tremblingly, and he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy, "Please, I really wrote scribbles."

"Scribbling?" Gu Yunlan's eyes suddenly became hostile, and his voice was extremely cold.

He said, "If you think you can save your life by not saying anything, I'm afraid you have made a wrong calculation."

Xu Liancheng and the others saw him leaning slightly and raising his hand, the reporter let out a scream, and half of his ears fell to the ground.

It was also a cry at that time, looking at Xu Liancheng, his eyes were full of words, "I said earlier that when we compare ourselves with him, we are nothing but a big witch".

Gu Yunlan, who was sitting, was a little impatient, "You are so useless, I am very embarrassed!"

Xu Liancheng and the others didn't understand what he meant, but they saw the reporter struggling to stand up, rushing towards a chair leg that was still supported, pressing on it, and the chair leg broke into two pieces.

The reporter laughed and shouted excitedly, "I broke it."

Xu Liancheng and the others also understood that everything in this room was not caused by Gu Yunlan and the old man standing next to him, but by the reporter himself.

Gu Yunlan sighed slightly, "But what to do, the rules have changed."

The reporter's excitement disappeared in a flash, and Gu Yunlan said, "I believe in you, so you can die."

To die, to grit your teeth and not to speak is to live, how can you die if you are still holding on after so many injuries.

The reporter panicked, knelt down and said, "I said, I said."

(End of this chapter)