Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

"Bang" --

the man in black suddenly fell to the ground, and the blood wound along his neck, dyed the ground red, and gradually became a pool.

The owner of the cafe watched coldly, turned around, pulled a white napkin from the table in disgust, and wiped his fingertips slowly, as if contaminated with some filth.

Leng Yiyao's eyes calmly look, he clearly did not touch a little blood on his hand.

"He shouldn't be the only one in the neighborhood. You're not afraid to make trouble?" As soon as she opened her mouth, she jumped over his old ways of killing people and asked him a rather unexpected topic.

Throwing his napkin to the ground, he raised his feet and stepped over, "no one is dead. What can I do for you?"

When he started, he just forked into the main artery without tearing the wound. Right now, this man is bleeding, but he's not dead. What's more, even if it's dead?

What he hates most is that others disturb his life.

How dare you shoot in his shop?

Whoever moves, he will die!

"Good spirit." She almost gave him a big thumbs up.

Those who dare to stick to business on the dark road are really extraordinary.

Cold Yi Yao hands around, quietly standing behind him, suddenly gently smile: "Hey, your hat is crooked."

Standing at the bar, he turned on the tap suddenly. His eyes were like electricity. He looked at her in an instant, as if he had another fork on his hand. The next one to fall down was her!

Strong coffee aroma, do not know when suddenly become choking up. Around that faint dark light is also like ghost shadow, cold and strange. Water, splashing, as if the next moment can break through the sink, the whole store submerged.

His facial features were bright and dim under the brim of his hat.

The eyes.

Leng Yiyao squints quietly, like a wolf in the wilderness. Once her eyes are on the prey, there is no possibility of survival.

All of a sudden, he tightened the faucet, and the sound of the water was like being twisted off his throat and completely silenced.

He picked up the paper towel on the bar, a trace of it, and began to wipe his wet hands.

The next moment, he threw away the wet tissue and took out a spoon from the table.

Leng Yiyao suddenly smiles at this time.

That smile, like the legendary Yimi flower, grows in the Gobi desert, flowers into four petals, each petal of its own color.

But, that has been praised countless times of flowers, but always only appear in songs, no one really saw.

But this moment, looking at her face that unreserved smile, his fingers slightly stiff, there is no next move.

She tilted her head and looked at each other's expression carefully, but her eyes turned slowly in his hand. At the next moment, she approached him step by step and stood on tiptoe.

Two people's breath in this moment staggered, the same calm, no waves, but the undercurrent turbulent

She looked at every expression on his face with burning eyes, as if to study deeply, but he watched her touch his hat with her own hands, just as taboo, but now it is still motionless.

It's just a blink of an eye. It's like half a century.

The music was hoarse and gradually low.

She blinked, slowly relaxed her toes and stood back. In her hand, she took off the hat on his head.

At this moment, his hair, which had been hidden tightly, was no longer covered.

It's silver and white, just like streamer.

In this world, there are people who have silver hair and silver eyes