Xiao Yunting suppressed his chill, his brows lowered and the shadow of the girl was reflected in his deep pupils. "Yes, but be careful."
This was the first time he gave Ye Lan such instructions.
Hearing this, Ye Lan raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and his tone was softer than ever before.
"Don't worry, if you don't like it, I'll kill it for you when I see it."
I'll help you kill it.
A bloody sentence came out of her cold and self-possessed mouth, but because of her overly powerful aura, it didn't seem out of place at all.
Xiao Yunting's fingertips suddenly tightened, and what he held was her delicate, slightly cool hand. Then, the dark memories in his heart seemed to be illuminated by a beam of light, and the cold past was suddenly injected with a little warmth. He couldn't help but nod and gave an answer, "Okay."
Before I knew it, the clock had turned to half past eleven.
Ye Lan and Xiao Yunting changed their clothes and went out. When they got downstairs, there were already several people waiting on the roadside.
In addition to the few people who sat at the same table and listened to the shadow play in the evening, there was another middle-aged couple and a few big men who looked difficult to deal with.
"Are you all ready? There are ten of us, all here." The tour guide was a man from Northwest China, his rough face tinged with the characteristic highland red. After counting the people, he opened the back seat of the van beside him and said, "Alright, get in quickly. It's still a long way to go, so we can't be too conspicuous. Everyone squeeze in."
As he said that, he got into the passenger seat first and handed the driver a pack of cigarettes in a flattering manner.
Ye Lan glanced over and saw that the other person's hand was stretched out of the window and had a thick layer of calluses on the knuckles.
That's the hand holding the gun.
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