Su Miao couldn't help but remain silent.

As Jiang Lan said, although they have similar backgrounds, their life experiences are completely different, so the paths they choose are very different.

The Su family and the Jiang family are both hidden families and have many interactions. Jiang Lan and Su Miao have met since childhood. The relationship is not far away, but it is said that they are close or not, so they are barely considered friends.

Six years ago, Jiang Lan suddenly ran away from home and disappeared, causing a lot of commotion in the aristocratic family circle.

After all, Jiang Lan is a direct descendant of the Jiang family, and she has the same status as Su Miao in the Su family, and her importance is even more important, because Jiang Lan's father is the contemporary head of the Jiang family.

Many people are guessing what happened, but the Jiang family is very secretive about it and refuses to reveal the news at all, so the matter becomes a unsolved case back then.

Today, through a conversation with Jiang Lan, the doubts that Su Miao had been lingering in her heart were finally answered.

"I understand what you did. If it were me, I would have made the same choice as you back then."

Su Miao looked Jiang Lan in the eyes: "The paths we both may be walking differently, but the ultimate goal is the same. Don't you think?"

"I know that after so many years of hard work, you have finally taken the first step to control your destiny, so my congratulations are sincere."

Jiang Lan smiled faintly: "But, to be honest, you actually met Lin Chong and became friends, which was a bit beyond my expectations."

"I can't have been here without his help."

A slight fluctuation flashed in Su Miao's eyes: "Compared with what he did for me, I did too little for him..."

"Don't worry about these."

Jiang Lanman waved her hand carelessly, and then she looked strange: "Compared to the past, you have changed a lot, and I don't know you anymore."

"People always change, aren't you the same?"

Su Miao stopped. At this moment, the two had already walked to the hospital gate. There was a black Hummer parked outside, using a military license plate: "I hope that next time we meet, we can all fully grasp our respective destinies."

"I hope so."

Jiang Lan glanced at Su Miao deeply and turned around and left.

Su Miao stood there, looking at Jiang Lan's distant back, and suddenly sighed softly, and an inexplicable meaning appeared in her clear and ethereal eyes.

Two days later.

The western province, Ningchuan, the headquarters of Baiguimen.

"The mission failed?"

In the dim room, a hoarse man's voice sounded.

The speaker is about forty years old, with rough skin and a sad face. He holds a dry tobacco pole in his hand, and wisps of smoke are sprayed out of his mouth.

“Yes…yes.”

In front of this middle-aged man, several men and women wearing black clothes and masks knelt on their faces and did not dare to get up for a long time.

The middle-aged man raised his legs and knocked the tobacco pole on the soles of his feet. His eyes narrowed slightly, like an unfathomable ghost pool: "Tell me the detailed story, and no word is allowed to be missed."

His tone was calm and he couldn't tell the difference between joy and anger.

However, the more this happens, the more the fear in the hearts of the people below.

"Bi Luo, Huangquan, Red Tiger, Blood Hand, and the five judges, brought the remaining people of the Twelve Ghosts and some Xuan-level members to the Donghai City three days ago to find opportunities to solve the goal. Your Excellency Bi Luo formulated a detailed plan, which was divided into three steps: luring the snake out of the cave, asking you to get into the veil, and ambush on ten sides."

A killer wearing a wolf mask plucked up his courage: "The plan went smoothly, and we finally led the target into a trap, but the target brought two helpers, and our own strength was far beyond our imagination. He defeated the two honors Biluo and Huang Quan with one person."

Speaking of this, the killer's voice trembled: "God Huangquan was killed by him, and Lord Biluo was taken away by him. The rest of the members involved in the mission were wiped out. Only those of us who were monitoring nearby were spared..."

The middle-aged man listened quietly and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he suddenly grinned, and suddenly it seemed like a ferocious beast that took off its disguise and showed its fangs, and its whole face became ferocious and terrifying: "So you just escaped in shame?"

When he said this, a huge and deep breath quietly emanated from the middle-aged man's body, like a sea of ​​abyss, covering everyone below.

The killers were trembling all over, their heads were deep down, and they did not dare to answer the conversation.

"A group of timid and incompetent waste, sitting on the verge of death, while living alone."

The middle-aged man spitted cold words. When he thought of the heavy losses suffered by the Hundred Ghost Sect, he felt his heart bleeding and his anger could not be suppressed: "What's the use of me wanting you?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew up and put it on the chest of a killer!

"Bang!"

The killer screamed and flew out with his hands and feet. He drew a narrow arc in the air and flew until he was more than ten meters away before he fell to the ground.

After landing, blood gushed out of the killer's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He struggled for a few times and then there was no sound again.

Seeing this scene, the other killers were full of souls, unwilling to wait for death, and jumped up from the ground, scattering like frightened rabbits.

“It’s so ugly.”

The middle-aged man sneered coldly and inserted his tobacco pipe around his waist. He waved his body and instantly chased behind a killer, grabbed his arms and stumbled left and right!

"Swish!"

The killer's arms were pulled off, and blood splattered.

"ah!"

He let out a shrill howl, his feet softened, he fell to the ground, his body rolled constantly, and the blood flowing from his broken arm covered his whole body, making him look like a blood gourd.

"Let me go..."

The killer was almost scared to death and looked at the middle-aged man with begging eyes.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man raised his foot and stomped his head.

After killing two people in a row, the smell of blood filled the air completely aroused the fierceness of the middle-aged man.

He was as tall as the wind, and he caught up with several other killers and killed them one by one with cruel means.

The huge room was filled with blood, and several incomplete corpses were lying on the floor, all of which were torn apart, and the strong smell of blood was so irritating.

"call!"

The middle-aged man looked up to the sky, his eyes closed slightly, took a deep breath, and a satisfied look appeared on his face. The reason, which was originally blinded by anger, returned to his mind again.

"I miscalculated this time, but I didn't expect that guy would also look for help."

He returned to his seat and sat down, holding his chin with one hand, his face as deep as water: "According to the reports of those wastes, Biluo seemed to have fallen into Lin Chong's hands. With his means, he would definitely be able to pry Biluo's mouth open. If I had known this, I wouldn't have let Biluo know too much..." The real lady serves online and helps you find books to chat with you. Please WeChat/mail/search/hot hot online articles or rdww444 waiting for you to flirt~
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