Fu Sang wondered if Little Darling had seen her violently punch that woman.
Miwa Nishiyama's accusations seem to have had no effect whatsoever.
because--
The handsome young man had a sinister and terrifying expression on his face, and the cold glint in his eyes sent chills down one's spine.
Furthermore, the bright moonlight shone on the boy, giving him a soft, beautiful glow, while also highlighting the veins bulging on his forehead.
This is clearly a sign of extreme anger.
It could be described as someone being extremely furious.
But this anger wasn't directed at the Chinese child, but at—her!
A chilling atmosphere permeated the air, and the surrounding temperature seemed to have suddenly dropped below zero, enough to freeze a person to death.
When Nishiyama Miwa saw the boy's appearance, she couldn't help but feel fear and instinctively backed away.
"Joe, do you want to kill me?"
Fu Sang was initially worried that Qiao Yunchuan would show mercy to this woman, after all, they were from the same assassin organization, and judging from what the woman said, the two seemed to have a close relationship.
Qiao Yunchuan released Fu Sang from his arms, stepped forward to shield her behind him, and pointed the samurai sword at Nishiyama Miwa.
The boy's eyes gleamed with a chilling light and a strong bloodthirsty killing intent.
【-You deserve to die!】
Nishiyama Miwa felt a chill run through her body, and her heart was filled with unbearable pain.
He thought she understood him and would take him back from that Chinese child, but he never expected that Qiao Yunchuan would actually kill her.
"Joe, I'm doing this for your own good."
Nishiyama Miwa said painfully, "If you don't give her up, Mr. Q will not let you off the hook!"
"No matter where you hide, Mr. Q will hunt you down and make sure you never have a good life again."
Only she and Joe were the most compatible, partners in the darkness.
Fu Sang said, "I'm not afraid."
Qiao Yunchuan turned around and glanced at her.
Fu Sang's delicate features were filled with a smile as she said gently, "As long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid of anything. I believe you can protect me."
"Shut up!" Nishiyama Miwa snapped.
Fu Sang's smile grew even sweeter, showing no fear whatsoever, and he said, "She almost killed me just now."
She's not a saint; she wouldn't let the person who killed her go.
Little Darling will definitely not let it go.
Enraged, Nishiyama Miwa cursed, "You bitch—"
Qiao Yunchuan raised his long arm and slashed down with the knife.
Nishiyama Miwa awkwardly dodged away, staring incredulously at the exquisite young man who was as radiant as a clear moon and gentle breeze.
If she hadn't reacted quickly enough to dodge the fatal attack, she would have already become a victim of Qiao Yunchuan's blade.
Despite all that she said, Qiao Yunchuan remained unmoved and still wanted to kill her, killing her for that Chinese woman.
Before she could feel any more heartache, Qiao Yunchuan attacked again.
The boy was tall and slender, and every move he made seemed peaceful but concealed a sharp killing intent, forcing Nishiyama Miwa to retreat step by step.
Time seemed to pass very slowly, but only half a minute had actually passed.
Nishiyama Miwa is a top assassin in the organization, but she is far inferior to Qiao Yunchuan.
so--
The samurai sword flashed silver under the pale moonlight, spraying out bright red blood that splattered on the ground.
Nishiyama Miwa's eyes widened, and she collapsed to the ground in fear and pain.
The boy not far away, holding a katana, turned slightly to the side, his long eyelashes drooping like raven feathers.
Fresh blood dripped down the sharp tip of the knife, drop by drop.
In a short while.
Qiao Yunchuan opened his beautiful eyes and looked at Fu Sang.
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