The sound of cars came, and twenty black Hummers were divided into two rows, driving quickly but neatly, and stopped on both sides of the road. A hundred men in black got out of the car like solemn soldiers, and knelt on one knee.
They shouted at the same time: "My subordinates respectfully welcome the master back to the castle!"
This voice was like a loud alarm bell, striking hard in the heart of the king, making him always remember that he was the king of the dark night, the supreme king, not an ordinary person.
He can't have feelings, no.
In the villa, Mo Liuli, Gu Xiyan, and Xia Shihao were all awakened by the sound. The three of them were startled, got up quickly, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to watch.
Xia Zihan, Minglang, and Xia Feng all raised their eyes in shock. Seeing this extraordinary aura, they strengthened their speculation. In the world today, only King Dark Night has such an aura, and there are no other two.
The king gritted his teeth, pushed Ming Xi away with all his heart, turned around, and left decisively.
Mo Liuli cried out: "Don't leave, Mo'er..."
Unfortunately, she was in a far away room, and no one could hear her through the window.
"No, don't..." Ming Xi wanted to chase after her, but Ming Lang hugged her hard. No, she must not let Xi'er melt into that terrible world.
When getting on the car, the king paused for a moment. He wanted to look back, take another look, take another look...his parents, relatives, and his true love!
However, he finally got into the car ruthlessly and never looked back.
The car quickly started and drove out. Twenty-eight black Hummers were driving on both sides of the road to guard the road for the black extended version of the Lincoln. This posture was even worse than that of a king.
"Don't..." Ming Xi cried hoarsely, struggling frantically with Ming Lang's hands, and ran after the car.
Her long hair was picked up by the morning wind, blowing miserably, and the tears on her face flowed all the way. However, she still ran desperately, trying to catch up with the car and her deep love...
Looking at Ming Xi in the reversing mirror, the king's hands were trembling, his heart was trembling, his thin lips moved, and he finally spoke, but it was: "Drive faster!"
"Yes!" The car accelerated instantly and sped away like a violent wind. Ming Xi fell to the ground, stretched out her hand, and shouted heartbreakingly, "Honor..."
The king closed his eyes and used his hands to crush the transparent crystal wine glass, just like his heart.
"King." Leng Qin carefully held the king's hand and wiped the fragments and blood stains on his hand.
A man in black brought over a luxurious and exquisite black wooden box. The great instructor Ghost opened the black box himself. On the golden brocade was placed the mysterious and cold, supreme and invincible Mask of the King, and a frightening chill poured out!
"King, I will put on a mask for you!" Ghost kneeled on the ground, slowly raised his hand, and put on the mask for the king.
The king opened his eyes blankly, looking at his strange face in the rearview mirror. The cold mask was on his face, like a cold yoke once again locking his life.
Putting on the mask, from then on, he resumed his identity as the Dark Night King, and he could never get rid of it.
Another man in black brought a larger wooden box. Ghost and everyone stepped back. Leng Qin opened the wooden box. Inside was a set of black clothes. Those were the clothes that the king used to wear. Recently, in order to make himself look better, he
It was more normal, and the clothes he wore were more formal, but Leng Qin knew that the king was not used to wearing those clothes.
"King, let me change your clothes!" Leng Qin took off the clothes on the king's body. The king remained motionless, numbly letting Leng Qin change his clothes. A trace of sadness surged in his heart, and the smell of Mingxi still lingered on the clothes.
, he is really not worth getting rid of.
A black narrow-waisted long shirt with a hollow fire-shaped pattern on the collar, luxurious British fabrics, and a unique and beautiful design. Wearing it on the king shows his natural kingly aura. Put it on with a loose black robe, and even more
There is a wild and unruly spirit!
After changing clothes, Leng Qin put on black short-fingered gloves for him, and finally pinned his most cherished crescent dagger to his waist.
Everything is installed.
Now, he has regained his complete respect for the king, instead of the love-crazed king.
He took a crystal wine glass, filled it with strong vodka and ice, and handed it to the king. Leng Qin was about to destroy the previous clothes, but the king suddenly said: "Keep it."
"Yes." Leng Qin accepted the order.
The king suddenly reached out and took out a photo from his trousers pocket. It was a photo of him and Ming Xi at the Budi Night Market last night. In the photo, he and Ming Xi were kissing affectionately. There was innocence on their faces.
The warm smile, that moment, how beautiful.
It’s a pity that I can never go back again!
"Fold these clothes and treasure them." The king held the photo in his palm and put it against his chest, as if he could still feel the beautiful tenderness of Mingxi.
"Do I need to clean it first?" Leng Qin asked.
"No need." He wanted to leave the breath of last night, and the warmth of tomorrow's evening was still on his clothes.
"Yes." Leng Qin folded the clothes carefully, put them into a wooden box, locked them, and stored them away.
"Did Xia Feng do anything last night?" King Zun suddenly asked Leng Qin after drinking the wine in his glass.
The king expected that Xia Feng would have problems, so he tampered with Xia Zihan's room. Although the clothes were flawless, he still couldn't escape the king's eyes.
Leng Qin was startled, her eyes were confused for a moment, but she still calmly answered: "No, Wang."
The king ordered Leng Qin to keep track of Xia Feng's every move at all times, but Leng Qin knew that they were leaving today and felt that the safety of the Xia family had nothing to do with the dark night. Moreover, the masked old man's assassination of the Xia family had already happened after yesterday's airport incident.
It had stopped. Besides, the king had already found a solution, so she no longer paid attention to the matter. Even when she saw Xia Feng leaving with a mysterious stranger, she did not follow him.
Leng Qin thought that Zun Wang was completely immersed in the separation from Ming Xi and would not think of asking about it.
Unexpectedly, when things happened, the king would ask again.
The king glanced at Leng Qin sternly, raised his eyes and asked Ghost: "Is the matter done?"
"King, everything has been settled. I have sent someone to persuade the nun, and I expect to escort her to Haicheng to find Xia Zihan this afternoon." Ghost replied.
"Get off the car, stay in Haicheng, and make sure this matter is foolproof before returning to the headquarters." The king ordered.
"Me?" Ghost was very surprised, "King, this matter needs to be done by me personally..."
He stopped before he finished speaking. The look in the king's eyes told him that he had said too much.
"Yes." Although Youhun was puzzled, he had no choice but to accept the order. In fact, if he really wanted to protect the Xia and Ming families, he could send anyone as he pleased. Is there any need to trouble An Ye's great instructor? However, the king's order is an imperial edict.
There is no room for rejection.
The car stopped, and Youhun got out of the car. As soon as he landed, he was shocked to see, in the distance, a fiery red glow on the sky in the direction of Xia's villa. It was not the rising sun, but... the glow of flames!