When I woke up, I became the white moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 321 My Shengsheng Is Dead?

The dilapidated tavern was full of screams, and the siren of a police car was faintly heard outside.

But Fu Chengyuan didn't care about this at all.

His body was tightly pressed against Zhao Yan, and the knife in his hand was pushed into the opponent's abdomen a little bit, blood dripped down his hand onto the floor.

"Tell me, where is Shengsheng?"

This was the third time he asked Zhao Yan this question, and the anger and viciousness in his tone could no longer be concealed.

Zhao Yan's throat was filled with the smell of blood. He looked at Fu Chengyuan, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, "She's dead! Your Shengsheng died in my hands!"

Like a lunatic, he smiled triumphantly, "She was still begging me when she died... how pitiful she was crying..."

Fu Chengyuan pulled out the knife in his hand fiercely, and then stabbed into Zhao Yan's body again without hesitation.

He pressed Zhao Yan's neck tightly with one hand, with a stern look on his face.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Zhao Yan's mouth, but he laughed recklessly.

His laughter was ghostly and rampant in the dark tavern.

Fu Chengyuan's eyes were cold, "Where is Shengsheng?"

"Hehe...she...is buried in..." Zhao Yan's voice became lower and lower, and he stopped at the most critical place, and he closed his eyes directly!
Fu Chengyuan was startled, and dragged the unconscious man to go out with a cold face.

The crowd automatically retreated a passage for him.

Outside the door, there are policemen holding guns, and Geng Qianqian.

"Zhao Yan!" Geng Qianqian's eyes fell on Zhao Yan in Fu Chengyuan's hand. If the people around her didn't hold her back, she might have rushed over by now.

She tried to calm down and looked at Fu Chengyuan, "He just obeys my orders, he doesn't know anything, you let him go."

Fu Chengyuan scanned all the people present with his eyes, and suddenly chuckled.

His smile looked a little weird in the dark night.

"My Shengsheng is dead, why can you all live well?"

Geng Qianqian was startled.

A bad premonition emerged in her heart.

She raised her hand, her voice trembling, "Fu Chengyuan, calm down, Gu Shengru is not dead..."

Fu Chengyuan's eyes trembled, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at her.

There was no emotion in those eyes, as if looking at an inanimate object.

Geng Qianqian was flustered in his heart, but tried to calm down on the face, "Really, let Zhao Yan go first..."

"boom!"

Fu Chengyuan directly threw Zhao Yan to the ground.

All the policemen around immediately rushed up and pressed Fu Chengyuan to the ground.

His face was pressed against the muddy ground, and his breath was full of stench.

He raised his head, staring at Geng Qianqian closely, even though he was already in prison, his eyes were still full of murderous intent.

Geng Qianqian glanced at him in panic, and then followed the police around Zhao Yan.

"Zhao Yan..." She held Zhao Yan's blood-stained palm, weeping uncontrollably.

This is the only truth among her many emotions.

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Fu Chengyuan was taken to the police station.

He seemed to have lost his soul, letting them manipulate him.

Geng Qianqian's words were all in his mind, "Gu Shengru is not dead."

Geng Qianqian is a liar, but this time, he is willing to believe her.

He was kept in a solitary cell.

He leaned against the wall, surrounded by darkness, and when the crowd dispersed, he took out a very ordinary small rubber band from his pocket.

It belongs to his Shengsheng.

He put the small rubber band on his chest, as if in this way, he could feel Shengsheng's breath.

Is his Shengsheng hiding somewhere and crying secretly, waiting for him?
Fu Chengyuan buried his face in his palm, sobbing softly.

The tall man was embarrassed and sad at the moment.

(End of this chapter)