Traps Of Love

The room at the end of the corridor was a crack more than one meter high, covered by black smoke and torrential rain curtain.

Even so, there are still weak light from the outside projected in, on the dark floor, the formation of mottled shadows.

There -

is the exit!

Still, the sword is drawn.

The smell of stillness and blood reezes in the air.

Leng Zetian, holding Xiaoya in his arms, walks quickly. In his deep and cold ink blue eyes, there is only the exit in front of him.

Gongmo's figure is falling down and falling into darkness. His noble and elegant face is so pale that it hurts. There is a desolate silence spreading in his delicate facial features.

It seems that the whole world has nothing to do with him.

Lengze Sky Sword eyebrow Leng Cu, for the palace Mo this man, his fundus is absolutely vigilant and defensive.

The moment that passes by with palace Mo, he does not hesitate to stretch out his hand and cover the eyes of the woman in his arms.

His woman, don't show to others.

"Wait!" The cold low shout rang out, saw a sharp blade of cold light in front of them.

It's a ghost blade!

On his face of vicissitudes of life, he is cold without emotion. His slightly bent figure is just like Mount Tai, standing in front of lengzetian.

"Lord Arthur hasn't spoken yet. None of you are allowed to leave!" The ghost blade's face is absolutely killing, and the long knife on the wrist is even more oppressive.

Leng Zetian's arrogant mouth slowly reminds me of the cold meaning of disdain in his deep eyes.

Provocation from professional killers, good, interesting.

He slowly narrowed his eyes and said, "don't get excited. There's a more important person over there who needs your attention."

"Fairlow, you're still Arthur's biggest rival in the Mafia. You've been hiding like a dog, and you don't want to lose face!"

Fillo!

As soon as these three sons came out, the ghost blade's face suddenly showed more fierce killing intention.

The blade in his hand immediately drew back behind him. His eyes were like poisonous snakes. He inspected every corner of the corridor little by little, trying to find the trace of fillo.

"Funny boy, you found out." A cold voice rang out. Just less than 10 meters away from the ghost blade, behind a black wine cabinet, the dark shadow of a chair gradually stretched out.

A person's shadow is completely presented. Fairlow, a middle-aged man who was born as a killer, has been quietly hiding under their eyes!

The muddy eyes of the ghost blade were as sharp as knives. He held the long sword tightly in his hands. His killing intention was condensed and his bloodthirsty light was ferocious.

He is also a killer. Ghost blade is always a clear sword and a clear spear. However, fairlow started his career as an assassin from the very beginning, but after fairlow entered the Mafia, he seldom did it himself.

The ruthlessness of means is no worse than ghost blade.

So, if we really fight, ghost blade is looking forward to it. Who wins and who loses between them!

"Arthur, this time it's over. I'm willing to give in to Washington. But you have to hand over Shirley. " Fairlow's face is a very mediocre ordinary face, without any characteristics, even in the crowd, it is not easy to find out.

But there was a kind of insidious atmosphere in him that no one else had. If he was a little closer, there was a kind of chilly coldness.

As if, this person is the waiter of death, close to him, is close to death.

Gongmo straightened up slowly, but he didn't stop picking up the star moon Bodhi beads in the blood,

he didn't lift his head and said, "you want Shirley, because you want more money as a hostage."

"In fact, before you assassinated the godfather Corleone's family, you had an eye on Shirley. What you thought was not the position of Washington's successor, but Shirley."

Gong Mo's voice is hoarse and indifferent, like coming from the infinite dark void, empty and numb, without any emotional color.

"Arthur, you can see it clearly. Now hand over the people." Fairlow said faintly, with an easy-going manner, as if talking about what to eat for dinner.

But Leng Zetian is obviously aware of the other party's cold intention to kill, and he has a very uneasy worry.

It turned out that fairlow wanted Shirley!

So xiaojinyu abducted Shirley at the beginning, did she get the permission of Gong Mo secretly?!

If so, is xiaojinyu in danger!

Leng Zetian's deep eyes are clearly reflected by the chill, reaching all around the woman in her arms.

"Aze, we can't go like this, Xuanxuan, they haven't found it yet!" Mi Xiaoya said anxiously.

Leng Zetian's face suddenly changed, and a cold rage spread between his eyebrows.

He immediately put down the woman in his arms, took her palm and tightened it quickly. The slender waist of the woman in his arms slid up to her softness. "Stupid woman, you can't stop pretending to be someone else's safety in your mind!"Men's hands, even at this time wanton, seems to still endure to the extreme after the "demonstration.".

Mi Xiaoya's face was full of red, shy and anxious, but she didn't know how to organize her language.

"Stupid woman, go Leng Zetian's tone suddenly changed. Taking advantage of Gong Mo's hesitation, he directly used all his strength to push Mi Xiaoya in front of him towards the burst!

"Aze --!" Mi Xiaoya lost control of her center of gravity for a moment, and her whole body fell involuntarily at the crack. It was almost a reflex of inertia. She suddenly stretched out her hand to support the ground.

At the same time, half of his body had fallen into the torrential rain.

Cold rain, head-on, all her eyes are blurred, she can't see the scene in front of her, but feel the body behind by someone's big palm push again.

The heart is stabbed by what sharp thing immediately, blood crosscurrent!

She was crazy and wanted to look back at Leng Zetian, but the next moment, her whole body fell from the crack into the muddy street.

It was Azer who understood everything when he was young!

From the beginning, he left with her in his arms, and then to face the challenge of ghost blade, he was ready.

Not two people leave together, but let her leave safely first!

Therefore, Leng Zetian will not let her continue to ask about Chu Zixuan and their situation,

therefore, Leng Zetian will have absolute confidence and give her absolute solid support!

From the very beginning, Leng Zetian was ready to save Mi Xiaoya, even if the jade was burned!

Mi Xiaoya fell in the cold rain, after thinking about everything, her heart was like a knife.

Aze, for her safety, would rather come alone to save her aze.

Ah Ze, who would rather take risks alone in order to let her leave safely