Chapter 80 The Fifth Male Lead
The next morning, the snow was piled deep on the streets of the capital.
Mingyue was so sleepy that Freeman Caesar forcibly pulled her out of bed.
"Be good, we're taking off at nine o'clock, and the driver is already waiting...Breakfast is ready, but we can only eat in the car..."
"If you hadn't kept it a secret from me, we could have approved the route earlier, and it would have been more convenient to fly our own plane..."
Freeman Caesar had no choice but to help Mingyue put on her beautiful dress, then began to wash her face and brush her teeth.
When he finally wanted to put makeup on her, Mingyue finally stopped his male mother behavior.
If the fireworks hadn't been so beautiful last night and she hadn't been unable to resist doing it twice in the living room under the grand and romantic fireworks, she wouldn't have been so energetic that she couldn't sleep.
Thinking of fireworks...
Not only did Freeman Caesar set off fireworks for her all night last night, but so did those three men.
Morino Ling and Yan Chongzhou sent her New Year greetings and gave her live broadcast rewards... but they just didn't respond to that question.
Both of them avoided talking about it.
Since they pretended to disappear, Mingyue didn't want to ask.
Half an hour later
Mingyue got into her boyfriend's luxury car.
She stretched her legs and saw a sumptuous breakfast on the small table in front of her.
Mingyue was reading the messages tagged to her by her sisters in the group while making a skiing strategy.
She had booked the ticket on a whim three days ago and had reserved first class.
"Reliable gossip, I heard that my cousin drank all night last night... After giving you, Yueyue, a gift, my aunt said he rushed out in his sports car... but stopped halfway and didn't look for you..."
"I have it too! I heard from my sister's fiancé's brother that Morino Ryo and his brothers have been drunk for three nights in a row..."
"Xiao Yue, you, uh, you poisoned them with love?"
"Yueyue, you and your cousin have only been together for a few days... I heard that his mental strength was damaged a few days ago, and he got into a fight with that other guy... Are you guys breaking up?"
Mingyue watched the sisters gossiping back and forth, and she typed:
"I couldn't explain it at the moment. I proposed breaking up, but Yan Chongzhou didn't agree. We were in a stalemate."
"As for Morino Ling, he kept asking for a reconciliation, and he kept pestering me until I agreed."
"Freeman Caesar is sitting next to me now. He is taking me to the airport..."
The sisters group suddenly started chattering again.
No matter how Mingyue's behavior seems to be that of a scumbag to outsiders.
But in the sisters' hearts, they call her "the queen of women!".
Half an hour later
Mingyue arrived at the airport and walked into the VIP channel.
After giving Freeman Caesar a farewell kiss, she left without looking back, carrying her bulging backpack.
During this rare holiday, Mingyue arranged three days for herself to learn skiing and one day to soak in the hot springs and daydream.
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Two days later
South Africa
Mount Arlia
On the snowfield, every breath of air is bitingly cold and yet so pure that it makes one's heart tremble.
The huge glacial cliffs of Mont Blanc stand silently in the distance.
Mingyue held her skis awkwardly and stood on the edge of the beginner's trail that had been trampled by countless people.
She felt as small as a speck of dust blown onto the snowy field by the wind.
The skis under Mingyue's feet were like two unruly creatures.
Every slight adjustment of the center of gravity was accompanied by the malicious intention of overturning her.
Her brand new bright blue ski suit now became a conspicuous target in this world of ice sculptures.
"Ming! Relax your knees! Like a spring! Yes, bend them! Imagine you are hugging the snow!"
The brown-bearded coach's voice was torn intermittently by the mountain wind.
Mingyue tried hard to follow his instructions, trying to find that delicate sense of balance in her stiff legs.
She carefully tried to shift her weight forward, pressing her knees down slightly.
The skis finally slid forward obediently...
The speed accumulated little by little, the wind began to whistle in her ears, and a feeling of flying that was slightly out of control gripped her.
It was this moment of joy that caused a crack in her tense nerves.
Mingyue's heart skipped a beat, and her body instinctively tried to avoid the non-existent threat.
However, my upper body leaned back uncontrollably---
This is exactly the biggest taboo in skiing, and the skis under your feet will instantly lose control.
The tail of the board suddenly flicked outward, and the heads of the boards crossed and twisted together fiercely.
The fluffy snow foam exploded and instantly rushed into the edge of Mingyue's goggles and collar, making her feel freezing cold.
The coach's anxious shouts were drowned out by the white snow, which swallowed up all the noise on the ski slope.
The world suddenly shrank, leaving only the suffocating cold and the monotonous hissing sound of snow particles rubbing against ski clothes.
Mingyue tumbled to the edge of a steep, unmarked snow slope and continued to slide uncontrollably down...
Until you slide through the unknown wild area beyond the snow slope, which is tightly sealed with red warning ropes and skull signs.
A few minutes later
Mingyue was lying on her back in a waist-deep snowdrift, looking miserable.
His bright blue ski suit was caked with snow, and his goggles were askew.
The cold snow foam penetrated into her neck, making her shiver.
Mingyue was gasping for breath, her chest felt like it was filled with ice, and every breath was accompanied by a tearing pain.
There was deathly silence all around.
As she struggled to hold up her upper body, her gaze passed over a black rock in front of her that was mostly covered in snow.
When she saw the scene clearly, her breath was instantly held and her teeth were chattering.
There were three bald, tattooed men, each about 1.9 meters tall and very burly.
They held long swords that gleamed with cold light tightly in their hands, with the tips of the swords trembling slightly, pointing at the man in black who was present.
The man was tall and slender, and his pure black ski suit looked like a striking and ominous silhouette against the endless white snow.
He had no weapons in his hands, and his posture even seemed a little casual.
But an invisible, blood-curdling sense of oppression was clearly transmitted through the cold air to everyone present, including Mingyue.
The three strong men roared threatening words in a Slavic-like accent, which was rough and harsh.
Then, the tall and thin black figure moved.
Uh-huh..."
There was an extremely short, muffled sound, as if the trachea was instantly squeezed flat.
The black-clad man's elbow struck the sturdy man's jaw and throat from bottom to top at an angle that was impossible to follow with the naked eye.
The dull, tooth-grinding sound of bones breaking pierced the icy air clearly.
The bald man's eyeballs suddenly bulged out of his eye sockets, and bloodshot instantly exploded, filling his entire eyeballs.
His huge body seemed to have been stripped of its bones, and he fell on his back on the snow, his limbs twitching slightly.
Five minutes later
The cold air was filled with a thick and indissoluble smell of blood.
Three bodies that quickly lost their temperature blossomed into three huge, hideous, scorching scarlet flowers on the white snow.
Mingyue's mind was blank, and only the most primitive fear was gripping her heart.
Having witnessed the murder scene, she felt her stomach churning.
Relying on the instinct for survival, Mingyue covered her mouth tightly, her body as stiff as the frozen soil beneath her.
She wanted to close her eyes and not look anymore, but she opened them a little again uncontrollably.
“!!”
The black god of death was slowly turning around.
He moved.
A black figure walked silently across the blood-stained snow and headed towards the rock where Mingyue was hiding.
The man's footsteps were steady and unhurried, and every step seemed to step on Mingyue's nerves that were on the verge of collapse.
The snow made a slight, heart-pounding crunching sound under his feet.
The distance is shortening, and the shadow of death is looming like a substance.
The man stopped at the edge of the rock and looked down from above.
Those icy eyes penetrated the crooked goggles and fixed on Mingyue's face, which was so tense with fear that it had lost all color.
There seemed to be an extremely subtle sound of air friction coming from under the mask.
Then, a deep, metallic male voice, like the tongue of a venomous snake, penetrated her frozen ears.
He seemed curious, with a hint of smile on his face.
"You came all this way to ski?"
"Did you see me deal with the traitor?"
He slowly squatted down. When Mingyue was terrified and at a loss, and was about to use her mental power to knock him out, the man suddenly spoke again:
"I don't have any mental strength, and I can't feel it, so don't waste it."
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