The words that were neither cold nor light fell into Jing Yanxiu''s ears.

    But suddenly, like a dull bell, it shocked my heart.

    Pupillary miniaturization.

    The train roared. It was very dark outside. There was a bright moon hanging in the night sky, but the moonlight was very cold.

    The girl stood at the door of the train. The moonlight fell on her like a holy angel.

    She stood there looking at him.

    The eyes are very calm.

    She repeated again.

    "You, use me."

    It''s not an interrogative tone, it''s a light affirmation.

    This is a scam planned from the beginning of the play.

    From beginning to end, it is exploitation and deception.

    Jing Yanxiu was not injured, but he said he was ill and injured. He returned to Peiping to recover from his injury, mainly to let the rest of the fugitive Dangyu breathe a sigh of relief.

    The reason why he promised to be his backer was that he wanted to create an image of his feelings for a woman.

    Even if he didn''t meet her, he would still have another bait.

    A soft bait that the world thinks is enough to love and he cares very much.

    In Peiping these days, he indulged himself very much, both outside and inside. Because so many times, her feelings and likes have taken for granted in her eyes, so she didn''t think there was anything wrong.

    Now I think it''s probably a play for the group of people staring at him outside.

    Just like bringing her to Shanghai this time, she doesn''t need to do anything. She just needs to walk around in front of everyone.

    This is equivalent to telling those people that he has brought his weakness.

    When he left, he coughed not easily to tell them that his disease had not been cured.

    There are soft ribs and injuries.

    Isn''t it obvious that they have a chance to assassinate?

    A long planned plan is like an invisible net, which is caught when the prey relax their vigilance, and then swallowed up ruthlessly.

    Shen Wanqing had no idea that he would be in Jing Yanxiu''s plan.

    She gave a sudden smile.

    Heartfelt admiration.

    "The second master is worthy of being the second master."

    When he was young, he was able to get to this position not only by cruel means, but also by great talent.

    “……”

    Jing Yanxiu''s heart sank slightly, and the girl''s smiling face made him very flustered.

    His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fingertips hanging on his left side were extremely cold, and the blood that spread and penetrated had dried up.

    "No..." that''s not true.

    His voice was hoarse.

    He didn''t know how to explain to her. He never thought the girl would notice it.

    There was no calm self-control in the usual calm and cold black eyes, but some stunned.

    He stood there, the evening wind blowing, clasping Browning''s fingertips, very cold.

    His face was very pale and his blood felt passing.

    But he just slightly sipped his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I''ll explain this to you later. Shall we go back first?"

    The insipid tone was rarely softened. Listening carefully, there was a slight panic inside.

    His eyes fell on the girl, like a wound cut by a wind blade, oozing blood.

    She''s hurt.

    The left arm has lost too much blood and has completely lost consciousness.

    But he stood there as if unaware, with only the girl''s injured wound in his sight.

    His tone was almost soft.

    "Qingqing, come here first. Shall we deal with the wound?"