Zuo Jing's face was not very good either. She was vaguely worried, but she was not as nervous as An Lan.

She hugged An Lan's shoulder tightly and comforted her softly: "It's okay, Lan Lan, don't scare yourself."

"No, Jingjing, I feel, I feel like he is coming, he..."

An Lan shouted in panic, and glanced at the window as he glanced around, a tall black figure came into his eyes—

It was clearly dark late at night, but she saw that person very clearly at first sight!

Her eyes suddenly widened, her whole body trembled constantly, her mouth wide but couldn't say a word.

The man seemed to notice her gaze, looking in the direction of her through the vast night, with a cruel smile on his handsome face.

"Feng, Feng Yu..." An Lan whispered hoarsely, no one could hear it, and Zuo Jing, who was so close to her, heard it.

After hearing this name, she trembled all over and looked at An Lan with a pale face.

At this moment, An Lan's face was pale and bloodless, and she said with her lips trembling: "Jingjing, go quickly..."

"No, let's go together, hurry..." Zuo Jing made a quick decision and took An Lan's hand and walked out.

However, the two of them had just walked a few steps before being stopped by the flight attendant.

The other party had a polite smile on his face and stopped him, "Two passengers, please return to your seat. The plane will take off later. Just tell us what you need."

"We won't sit down, let's go down." Zuo Jing pushed the flight attendant away and pulled An Lan to continue walking forward.

Just after walking a few steps, the flight attendant who heard the news stopped them again, and refused politely and toughly.

They didn't know what happened, but they gave the death order and no one was allowed to get off the plane.

"You are restricting our personal freedom. We want to complain and sue you, get out of the way!" Zuo Jing was furious and still couldn't leave.

An Lan stood behind her, looking anxious but helpless. She pulled Zuo Jing's hand and whispered: "Jingjing, forget it."

"How can I count..."

What Zuo Jing said, she could no longer listen. Her eyes fell on the entrance in front of her, and the black figure full of oppression.

Although the other party had never seen her, An Lan still took two steps back in fear, pulled Zuo Jing tightly and gritted her teeth and said, "Jingjing, he is here."

Zuo Jing was stunned, An Lan had already pulled her back quickly, and the two of them ran into the crowd in a panic.

An Lan sat between the two of them, trying hard to reduce her presence.

She pressed her trembling body tightly, gritted her teeth and refused to look at him, but a sound of calm and cold footsteps came from her ears.

All the passengers on the plane were inexplicably surprised, and some even insulted the mother flight attendants and asked them why they were not flying the plane.

But without exception, everyone stopped talking where the man in black passed by.

The man was very handsome and tall, and was the best in the crowd.

At this moment, he walked on the aisle with a calm face, his handsome face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded the aura of being away from strangers.

His cold and deep eyes swept through the crowd. The person he looked at couldn't help but his hair stood up. He sat down automatically without words, for fear that he would suddenly be pinched by him in the next second and twist his bones.

An Lan closed her eyes tightly and sat with her breath. The atmosphere around her was shockingly quiet.

A burst of chill surged from the soles of her feet. She couldn't help but pull up the hat on her clothes and cover it on her head, hoping to escape his investigation like an ostrich.

In the quiet atmosphere, the calm footsteps seemed extremely loud. The footsteps that were stepping on her heart stopped in front of her—

Those eyes that could see through people's hearts slowly fell on her...

Feng Yu's deep black eyes flashed like obsidian, and his thin lips raised as if they were present and did not. He stood there quietly, with a cruel smile flashing in his eyes.

The people around him could no longer stand his coldness, so they left quietly on tiptoe. After seeing him coming, Zuo Jing stood up immediately and said sternly: "Feng Yu, you want to find An Lan and ask me."

An Lan trembled after hearing his name. Before she could react, her hat was suddenly lifted up. She showed her panicked and pale face, and her eyes met Satan who came from hell.

"seal up......"

Before she could say anything, Satan had already pinched her neck hard. He pulled her neck and came close to her. His eyes were flashing with bloodthirsty light, and he gritted his teeth and said, "An Lan, you are not dead!"
Chapter completed!