"I mean, Mu Xinyue, what batch is this?" Wu Xiyu frowned, and the silver whip swept down another group of killers.

"The fifth batch!" Mu Xinyue also looked helpless, throwing out a few silver needles and killing several people hiding in the dark.

"It's really boring." Wu Xiyu said sarcastically, "An Ye only has so much ability, yet he actually said that anyone who wants to quit will be killed without mercy."

As soon as Wu Xiyu finished speaking, he felt a cold touch on the back of his head. He slowly looked back and saw the black muzzle of the gun. When he raised his head, he saw the handsome face that had been with him for many years.

"Why?" Wu Xiyu looked up at Chu Che with confusion on his face.

"Organizational order." The reply was cold, without a trace of warmth.

Wu Xiyu suddenly laughed out loud: "It turns out that many years of relationship are not worth an order."

"..." There was no answer, but Chu Che lowered his hand that raised the gun.

"You go." After a while, Chu Che finally said something.

Caressing Chu Che's face, Wu Xiyu smiled, with a thousand kinds of charm and enchantment. "I knew you were reluctant to let go." Sweetness was like air, filling her whole body.

The sound of a gunshot "touch..." shocked the two deeply affectionate people.

Wu Xiyu lowered his head, looked at the blood flowers blooming on his chest, looked back, and smiled evilly, "M1911 really compliments me!"

Mu Xinyue blew the green smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and turned the small silver pistol in her hand, "Chu Che, the mission is accomplished, let's call it a day." She twisted her waist slightly and walked past Wu Xiyu,

Without forgetting to leave a look of disdain, the sound of high heels gradually became louder and farther away.

Wu Xiyu gradually slipped to the ground, and couldn't help but sneer: What the hell, being plotted by a close friend and boyfriend together. The blood was still spreading, and Wu Xiyu seemed to hear the footsteps of the God of Death.

She closed her eyes. What does it feel like to die? It turns out that she kept asking, will it hurt? Will she recall the past? It turns out, no. It turns out that death is so peaceful.

Chu Che turned around and left, but a clear tear shed from the corner of his eyes.

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"Miss, miss, wake up quickly, don't scare Liu'er." There was a faint sound of sobbing in his ears.

Lifting his heavy eyelids, Wu Xiyu couldn't help but feel confused.

It's such a shabby house. The bed is made of broken wood and creaks when you move it. The bed curtain is made of dirty white gauze and has several big holes. The whole body is covered with shabby mattresses.

The sour smell of wood.

"Am I dead?" Wu Xiyu couldn't help but murmur.

The little girl next to her burst out crying: "Miss, don't say unlucky words. You are a noble person and will not die. Don't..."

Wu Xiyu turned her head, and the little girl next to her was only about twelve or thirteen years old, and her pretty smile was already crying.

"Okay, stop crying!" Wu Xiyu has never cried in her many years as a killer. She knows that crying is useless. Influenced by this mentality, she also hates crying.

Hearing Wu Xiyu's scolding, the little girl immediately stopped crying: "Miss, Liu'er is wrong. Don't be angry. Your injury is just right. It's not good for your health..."

"Your name is Liu'er?" Wu Xiyu interrupted Liu'er's nagging at the right time.

"Miss, you... what's wrong with you? Don't you know Liu'er?" After saying this, the little girl's big, watery eyes were covered with white mist.

"Stop! Don't cry!" Wu Xiyu suppressed Liu'er's tears again, "I'm just in a coma and have forgotten some things. Just tell me a little bit."

"Oh" Liu'er felt relieved after hearing this.

Wu Xiyu couldn't help but sigh. What a simple little girl. She must be the first person who has been nice to her since coming here! If there was someone who cared about her so much in her previous life, she wouldn't have...

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Chapter completed!