Chapter 511: The Bloody Killer

"Then why did you let me know your identity? Are you afraid that I will turn around and betray you? You are worth hundreds of millions now. As long as you provide the US FBI with a little clue, I can get a lot of money!"

"Oh, you're sure to get a lot of money, but you're sure you won't spend a penny of that money."

Xiaolu's expression remained unchanged, as if he was talking about the most insignificant thing: "Because, I will definitely shoot you to death the moment you get the money! I have received the most rigorous training and am one of the best killers in the world. You idiots are so easy!"

Although the fact is true, it doesn't need to be so real, right?

Jing Yiran has self-knowledge, he is certainly not Xiaolu's opponent, and it is impossible for him to report on Xiaolu.

"You can trust me, although my character is not very good, and my means are very despicable, but I will repay you kindly, and your death will not do me any good, so not only will I not betray you, but I will also protect you. "

Xiaolu didn't have the slightest psychological fluctuation because of Jing Yiran's words.

In this world, the most touching thing is a man's promise, and the most unreliable thing is also a man's promise.

The reason why she didn't deliberately conceal her identity in front of Jing Yiran was really because she didn't take Jing Yiran seriously, not out of trust or other feelings.

"Then you told Jing Zhongxiu and Jing Yichen and his son your identity because you trusted them?" Jing Yiran was still a little unconvinced, he felt that he was more reliable than the two of them!

"Of course not!" Xiaolu denied lightly, "The reason why I became a killer has a lot to do with Jing Zhongxiu, so I will stay in Jing's family forever, and I owe him a great favor."

Jing Yiran was stunned: "Could it be that Jing Zhongxiu turned you into a killer? Then how could you owe him favors?! Do you really like being a killer?"

"It has nothing to do with Jing Zhongxiu that I became a killer. What I owe him is other favors. I chose the path of killer myself, and it has nothing to do with others. I have never regretted choosing this path."

Only killing can make her normal!

Only blood can keep her sane!

She has been avoiding the past, and has never dared to face herself. Only by killing non-stop can her soul be comforted!

The breath of blood can give her strength and wake her up. Without the stimulation of blood, she will become that innocent and ignorant child who is only fourteen years old again!

She can only find herself in the killing process, and she has an extremely keen instinct for guns!

During the days of training in the killer organization, she has always been in a normal state, and has never been suppressed by that innocent little deer.

Killer is the most suitable profession for her!

Jing Yiran stared blankly at the calm and persistent woman in front of him, and suddenly felt that maybe his life was already very happy.

He didn't know what Xiaolu had gone through to become so loyal to killing, which even caused her split personality.

Obviously, she has no family.

If the rumors are true, Xiaolu's parents were killed by her herself!

Jing Yiran understands Xiaolu. Although she is a killer, she will never kill people lightly on weekdays. She only kills her own targets. No matter how much other people do evil, it has nothing to do with her.

Jing Yiran faintly felt that the reason why Xiao Lu had a split personality and why she became a killer probably had a lot to do with the death of her parents.

But this kind of thing is Xiaolu's deepest and most painful secret, Jing Yiran didn't ask.

He just asked her softly: "What's your name?"

Xiaolu didn't look at him, but looked up out of the window, and said calmly: "Oh, yes, what's my name? It's been too long, and I can't remember. It's good to be called Xiaolu, and Shangguan Xiaolu is also very good." Well, at least the name is clean and beautiful, and it suits her."

Jing Yiran knew that Xiao Lu said "suitable for her", referring to another Xiao Lu in her body.

He didn't know what was going on, and suddenly felt some pain in his heart.

He always felt that the world was too unfair to him, and his origin was not something he could choose. Why was he doomed to be hated from birth?

He would rather not be born if he could!

He seemed so redundant in the Jing family!

The Jing family already had such an excellent Jing Yichen, why should they have him!

Most of the time, Jing Yiran hated Mo Lan, because if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have been born, and wouldn't be always under the pressure of Jing Yichen. He couldn't do anything better than him, let alone Jing Zhongxiu. Father's love!

Everything in the Jing family belongs to Jing Yichen, he can't think about any property or glory!

In the Jing family, his status was far from Jing Yichen's. Everyone called Jing Yichen "Young Master", and only when they couldn't tell the difference between the two of them would they be forced to call him "Eldest Young Master", just like, It's the same as the second young master without him in the family.

Jing Yiran thought that his life was already tragic and embarrassing enough, and he felt that he had suffered a lot of grievances.

However, compared with the girl Xiaolu, he is obviously much, much happier!

He believed that Xiaolu definitely remembered her original name, she just didn't want to say it.

Her real name represents her painful experience before, and she probably doesn't want to remember that experience.

He is the same unlucky person as Xiaolu, perhaps it is because of his miserable life that Xiaolu feels pity for him.

Jing Yiran glanced at the medicine bag that was about to run out, and suddenly pulled out the needle inserted in the back of his hand, got up and got out of bed, walked to Xiaolu's side with a little fluff on his feet, and hugged her into his arms.

Xiao Lu froze, and subconsciously wanted to throw Jing Yiran over his shoulder.

But Jing Yiran hugged her tightly, and growled: "Don't move! I'll hug you for a while, not to take advantage of you, but to comfort you. When I'm sad, you have to hug me and give me some comfort." Warm, do you hear me?"

The little deer didn't speak, but didn't move any more.

She was very uncomfortable with this kind of hug, and her body was always stiff.

Jing Yiran taught her helplessly: "You have to relax, why are you tensing up all the time? Can I still eat you? Put your head on my chest, put all your strength on me, relax your arms, why are you holding your hands so tightly? Let's fight! Stretch out your arms and wrap your arms around my waist..."

Xiaolu finally couldn't take it anymore and pushed Jing Yiran away.

She had too much strength, and Jing Yiran was too weak, but when she pushed, Jing Yiran fell straight back.

Xiaolu was afraid that he would hit his head which had been stabilized after so much effort, so he immediately stretched out his hand to pull him again.

Then, the two embraced each other.