Chapter 247

His dark eyes were full of dark tides that she could not see clearly.

He pursed his lips lightly and smiled warmly at her.

Immediately, his fists mercilessly smashed at the men in black, and his feet were even more powerful, kicking the men in black out one by one.

In an instant, the black-clothed men who were kicked flying were like snowflakes falling, disturbing her vision.

She couldn't see exactly who was him.

With a click, the door was opened again at this moment.

Before Lan Xiao had time to turn around, a cold blade touched her neck.

"Don't move, you'll see blood if you move." The man's cold and emotionless voice came from the top of her head.

She stiffly looked down at the dagger glowing with cold light, resisting the trembling and panic at the top of her heart, and slowly looked at the man standing behind her with the knife on her neck.

The man's facial features are handsome and flirtatious, his eyes are cloudy, and there is a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

His aura was cold, and there was an evil spirit all over his body, even when he was laughing, it was creepy.

"I can't believe that even if he lived in the people and grew up eating crumbs and wearing coarse cloth, his skills are still so good. He is a rare talent with one enemy against one hundred. With your noble blood flowing on his body, even if he falls into the dust, he will still be able to do it. Glittering."

Lan Xiao's body trembled slightly, who is this person?

She remembered that there was a subordinate in black just now who called him Young Master Zong.

Zong Shao, who is this person?

Mausoleum City has never had such a number one person.

"Who are you and what tricks are you trying to do?" Lan Xiao bit her lips and asked in a cold voice.

Zong Shao glanced at her contemptuously, ignoring her questioning, obviously ignoring her.

In his eyes, she was like a little white rabbit waiting to be slaughtered, or a bait to lure Wen Muchu, a tiger into submission.

Zong Shao's gaze moved from Lan Xiao's face to Wen Muchu on the other side of the glass wall.

He curled his index finger and tapped lightly on the glass wall.

"Hey... stop..."

In less than ten minutes, the ten men in black had already been knocked down by Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu was covered in scars and his face was pale. He stood in the black clothes lying on the ground and turned to look over here.

When he saw Lan Xiao being pushed by Zong Shao's dagger against his neck, his eyes were stained with sternness, and he quickly ran to the glass wall.

Lan Xiao looked at him blankly, only to see him smashing against the glass wall out of control, watching him hysterically.

Seeing his mouth open and close, she couldn't hear any sound.

There is a wall, as if two worlds are separated.

She couldn't hear what he was saying, she could only see that he was like a beast trapped in a cage, out of control a little bit.

"Does it feel strange? He can hear us talking, but we can't hear him?" Zong Shaoliang opened his mouth and said in a low voice.

Lan Xiao clenched her palm and held her breath, trying to calm herself as much as possible.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Shh... make it clear in advance, it won't be fun." Zong Shao laughed softly, his laughter was so cold that it pierced one's heart.

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Lan Xiao's palm rested on the glass wall, pursed the corners of her lips, and looked at Wen Muchu.

"Wen Muchu, I'm fine, you... how are you?"

Wen Muchu stopped smashing the glass, he leaned against the glass wall, his eyes fixed on Lan Xiao without blinking.

Lan Xiao's eyes were red, but she tried her best to hold back the tears. At this time, she couldn't cry, let alone mess up, otherwise he would be more concerned.

She couldn't keep him distracted and worried, couldn't hold him back.

"Remember, you have to protect yourself no matter what, so you can get me out," she whispered, her fists outstretched, her palms against the glass wall.

Wen Muchu reached out and touched her palm.