President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran and Bai Shengyan come backstage. They hide behind a huge silk curtain. Bai Shengyan quietly lifts a corner of the curtain. Mo Yiran hides behind Bai Shengyan without making a sound.

Bai Shengyan's eyes swept backstage, Xiumei frowned, his slender arm waved fiercely, and the silk curtain with various colored beads was taken to both sides.

With a crash, the two men were exposed in the indifferent sight of the people backstage.

"Ah Yan, what are you doing?"

Mo Yiran was frightened by Bai Shengyan's sudden move, but then she stopped talking.

Backstage, in addition to the people locked in cages, all the attendants in black outside the venue have fallen to the ground and remained motionless.

It seems that we have just experienced the scene of a large-scale massacre.

"How could this happen?"

Mo Yiran frowned and went to a man in black who fell to the ground and sniffed.

"Just fainted, not dead."

Then he got up, walked to the cages and looked at them one by one.

"It seems that someone came one step faster than us just now and successfully saved people."

Bai Shengyan with a mask went to an empty cage, and his hand with black gloves picked up the iron lock that had fallen to the ground, with a string of keys hanging on it.

The woman bumped the chain in her hand, frowned and said, "Ranran, Mo Yutong has been taken away."

"Hello! Key! It's the key! Help us!"

As soon as Bai Shengyan's voice fell, the people in the nearby iron cages immediately shook the iron cage crazily, and a pair of thin or strong arms reached it in the direction of Bai Shengyan.

Bai Shengyan was startled by their sudden excitement. He was stunned and turned to Mo Yiran.

"Ranran, we... Hey, Ranran, what are you going to do!"

Bai Shengyan wanted to ask Mo Yiran what to do next, but he turned around and found that Mo Yiran had fiercely got up and ran frantically to the road he had just come.

"Ah Yan, you stay and save people. Don't worry about me!"

Mo Yiran turned back and left such a sentence, which disappeared into the wormhole like darkness.

"Hello!"

Bai Shengyan wanted to catch up, but when he passed by an iron cage, he was grabbed by the hands of a group of people.

Looking back, a group of beautiful women and a group of beautiful old men looked at themselves with tears in their eyes.

"Help us..."

Bai Shengyan looked up and looked at the woman who had disappeared in front. Finally, he sighed and stayed.

Mo Yiran ran at a high speed in the dark corridor, thinking carefully about the direction of the man who ran into him just now.

She finally remembered what was wrong.

The man who hit himself was obviously a woman.

A thin woman will produce that kind of heavy footsteps. There is no other explanation except running with heavy weight.

In such a situation where both sides kill red eyes and can't recognize who is who, don't you hurry to think about how to escape and carry something on your back? Isn't it idle egg pain to die?

Therefore, what the man bears can only be her purpose.

The corridor was long and quiet, like calm before a storm.

Yiran's heavy breathing due to his fast running made a strange "empty" sound with footsteps in the corridor.

At this moment, if the psychological quality is poor, let alone escape from life, it can scare you half to death.

Mo Yiran is just an ordinary person, and she will be afraid.

However, the current environment is not within the scope of her fear.

Can have this she now, or thank that person. Without him, there would be no mo Yiran who is tough and fearless today.

The care, indifference, love and ridicule that person once gave

After so many years, Mo Yiran still believes that he is still in the world, just somewhere she can't see or touch.

Closer and closer to the venue, the originally damp and musty air was suddenly mixed with the smell of gunfire, which was so thick that people choked and tears were about to fall.

In this way, it also covers some other flavors.

It's just around the corner, the watershed.

It's the place she missed with Mo Yutong.

The silent corridor was far away, and there was only silence except the smell of gunsmoke. They had stopped fighting.

Yiran frowned. She had no time to go to the meeting to see the situation.

Moreover, she doesn't know which side wins. It's too dangerous to go back rashly.

However, Yiran was not ready to go back, but one of the small doors of the venue suddenly opened. Someone broke out and came straight in the direction of Yiran.

Because the light ahead was too dim, Yiran didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, so he stepped fiercely.

I wanted to hide in the next room, but the door was locked and couldn't be opened at all.

Yiran frowned. There was no place to hide.

Look up, the corridor is dark.

If he held his breath in this small groove at the door, he would not find her. He would just run straight in front of him and would not find anyone else.

So Mo Yiran straightened his thin waist, pressed his back tightly against the door, held his breath, stretched his slender legs straight, narrowed his eyes and left a ray of sight.

Hold the plain fist tightly and be ready to attack after being found at any time.

In these short tens of seconds, Yiran held her breath and did not move, like a soulless puppet. Half a century passed in a trance and returned to the ice age.

But the man seemed to be in a hurry and ran straight past Yiran.

Listen to the footsteps. It's a man.

The sound of leather shoes "clattering clattering" is particularly pleasant to hear.

That's the luxury sound of Italian handmade leather shoes.

At that time, Yiran even felt that the man glanced at himself from the corner of his eye when he passed by, which was extremely indifferent.

But fortunately, the man has left.

The dyeing and finishing man relaxed, stroked his chest with one hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, this feeling of relief lasted only a few seconds, followed by endless fear.

The moment she raised her hand just now, she seemed to touch something.

It's not as cold as the wall. It's really a person

Mo Yiran mechanically raised his head. His pale face was quietly looking at her in the dark. He didn't move. His dark pupil was like a bottomless abyss, staring at Mo Yiran so quietly.

Mo Yiran swallowed his saliva and felt a cold behind him.

In other words, just now, there was a person standing beside her, but she didn't find it?

The man who ran in front of him just now seemed to glance here in a trance, which was not an illusion caused by excessive tension.

He really looked over!

But that person doesn't look at himself, but at the person standing next to him

"Who are you..."

In the silence and darkness, the woman's voice was dull and slightly heavy, as if she had just swallowed a live octopus, and the tentacles of the octopus were still entrenched in the throat.