The lights and shadows are blurred, and the pretty face is slightly drunk.
Song Yueying had just finished taking a bath, her charming body was wrapped in a thin silk pajamas, she was lying on the chaise longue, holding a red wine glass in her jade hand.
The wine in the glass was gone, and the bottom of the Lafite Manor on the small table next to the chaise longue was also gone.
For this rational woman, being hungover is not what she wants. But in the past few days, she has gradually become obsessed with being tipsy.
I want to forget something in this way, but the flow of time is clear.
Even now that she was slightly tipsy, she still remembered clearly that the day of her due date was getting closer and closer.
Kill Qin Chuan who is blocking Mr. Song from getting m, and then get m. If she can't do it, the next time will be a countdown to death for her, and this time will not be long.
She would not doubt that man's cruelty. If she could not help him achieve his goal, he would be a superfluous person, to be discarded like a broom and destroyed like a lawnmower!
This is a prison that she cannot escape from, and it seems that the only way to escape is through death!
die?
Song Yueying laughed sadly: So what if you die, what's the use?
A woman who doesn't even know who she is is going to hell with such questions. Is this a portrayal of her sad fate?
For a moment, Song Yueying's eyes were filled with hatred. She hated fate for kicking her into that organization and making her hands covered with blood. She hated the hateful shackles because she couldn't break free even if she tried her best.
Her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she raised the wine glass to her lips. Only then did Song Yueying realize that there was no more wine.
At this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed outside the window, and a hint of vigilance flashed across Song Yueying's beautiful starry eyes.
"call--!"
As soon as the fragrant wind hit her, she quickly sat up from the chaise longue and wrapped herself in the bathrobe that was lying beside her. While putting on her clothes, she already had the delicate golden pistol in her hand.
This is the sensitivity of a professional killer: even if there is no sound around her, the slightest change in the air is enough to arouse her high vigilance, even if she is slightly drunk.
He swept through all the corners on the first floor at an extremely fast speed, but there was nothing suspicious. Even the doors and windows were intact, and the alarm was not triggered.
The same goes for the second floor. Everything looks normal. After all, with the security system of this townhouse, it is not easy to easily enter the room in an unconventional way.
However, Song Yueying would never think so.
After all, she is an excellent professional killer, and there are better killers than her in the world, such as...
Song Yueying came down the stairs after searching the second floor.
At this moment, the lights in the lounge on the first floor suddenly turned on, and on the chaise longue where she had been lying, a man's figure suddenly appeared, like a ghostly ghost.
This person also leaned slightly on the chaise longue, enjoying its softness and the breath of beauty that Song Yueying had just left on it.
Even when he heard the sound of Song Yueying raising a gun behind him, the man did not look back. He held up a glass of red wine with one hand and gestured to Song Yueying. The ring on his hand caught Song Yueying's eyes.
"Wu Shen Zuo Shi?"
Song Yueying frowned and was slightly shocked, but the next second, she didn't find anything strange about this person's appearance.
It can even be said that she is waiting for these people to appear at any time.
The leader of Wushen Sect has two envoys on the left and right, namely Wushen Left Envoy: Wushen Blazing, and Wushen Right Envoy: Wushen Ice.
They are the only two Tian No. 1 killers in the Wushen Sect. Their status is above the No. 1 killers like Song Yueying and second only to the sect leader Song Wushen.
Since he is the most important killer in the sect, he naturally comes for the most important target.
Song Yueying knew: It was the birthday of the old man of the Chu family, and among the distinguished guests invited was Song Wushen, the leader of Wushen Sect. Could it be that he had already visited Longhai in person?
If the Wushen envoys appear in Longhai at the same time, then the appearance of the Wushen sect leader is a high probability.
"The sect leader didn't come. He declined the invitation from the old man of the Chu family!" Wushen Zere seemed to have seen through what Song Yueying was thinking and said directly to her.
As he spoke, the ring tapped lightly on the wine glass, making a tinkling sound. He turned his face slightly, and his aquiline nose was very eye-catching on his face, which was as white as jade.
"Would you mind if I opened a bottle of your fine wine privately?"
"Mr. Song sent you to carry out the punishment for those who failed the mission?" Song Yueying wrapped her bathrobe tightly and asked Wushen Zelan in a cold voice.
Wu Shen smiled gloomily and said quietly: "How could it be? You are Mr. Song's most valued female subordinate. Who in the entire Wu Shen Sect doesn't know that Mr. Song and you are like father and daughter, how could he be willing to let you die? Even if you are
If he annoys his old man, he will take action himself if he has no choice but to do it himself, so who will it be for us to be his subordinates?"
"Then your purpose is the same as Song Yuehun's?" Song Yueying continued in a cold voice.
"You said that the woman who had not accomplished enough had been thrown into the sea and fed to the sharks?" Wushen is a fiery understatement, but there is a sinister wind.
"What did you say? You took Yuehun to her...?"
Song Yueying was horrified. Although Song Yuehun was at odds with her and had repeatedly slandered her, in fact, she and Song Yueying were both puppets manipulated by others, sharing the same fate.
When she heard that Song Yuehun had been brutally murdered by a fellow sect member, she still felt a touch of sadness and sympathy in her heart, and she couldn't bear it.
She wanted to scold Wushen Zere for the following: Why can't she let her go? Even if he told her before killing her, at least give her a chance to plead with the sect leader.
But the deal is already done, what's the use of being angry anymore?
Moreover, in Wushen Sect, many things do not require a reason at all, especially killing.
The Wushen Sect does not believe in gods because they believe that everything in the world can be killed, including gods!
There is only killing and no God in the world!
"Don't worry, I'm very happy and didn't torture her. Except for the unwilling look in her eyes, she didn't make me feel any regrets." Wushen Zelan added.
"It was Mr. Song's intention to kill her, not because she failed in her mission, but because she blamed you and violated Mr. Song's bottom line."
Wushen Zere stood up, walked to Song Yueying, stared at her beautiful face, stretched out a hand, and gently put it on her shoulder.
"So, Mr. Song specially gives you a chance. Tonight is your best chance to prove yourself to Mr. Song."
Song Yueying said: "Tonight? Do you think it is so easy to kill someone in China? Do you think that person can be killed so easily? If so, how could I have delayed it until now?"
"That's why I'm here!"
Wushen Zelan drank all the wine in the glass and threw it away. The wine glass spun in the air and flew out, landing steadily on the table more than ten meters away.
Seeing that Song Yueying was still in a trance, Wu Shen Ze said again: "The Chu family requested that that person be killed so that he would not see the sun tomorrow. This deal is not a transaction, but the friendship between the Chu family and Mr. Song, which is priceless
of!"
"What's the reason? Why did the Chu family kill him?" Song Yueying frowned. After hearing the news, she felt unfair for Qin Chuan.
"He kidnapped Miss Qianjia. In the eyes of the Chu family, his crime is unforgivable! So for the Chu family, this person must disappear forever tonight!" Wushen Zere said as his murderous intent became more intense on his gloomy face.
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"Mr. Song means that you, Song Yueying, must kill him personally!"