"Yes" Leng Qin brought life.
King Zun suddenly reached out and took out a photo from his trousers pocket. It was last night that he and Xi took a photo of Budi Night Market. He and Xi kissed each other affectionately and their faces were pure and warm. What a wonderful moment.
It’s a pity that I can’t go back!
"Fold these clothes and treasure them." It seems that you can still feel the beauty and gentleness of the evening when you hold the photo in your palm and stick it to your chest.
"Do you need to clean it first?" Leng Qin asked
"No need". He wants to keep the breath of last night. This dress is still warm.
"Yes" Lengqin carefully folded the clothes, put them in wooden boxes, locked them up and collected them.
"Did Mr. Xia move last night?" Zun Wang suddenly asked Lengqin after drinking a glass of wine.
King Zun expected that Xia Feng would have a problem. He had tampered with his hands and feet in the summer cold room, but he still couldn’t escape the king’s eyes despite the seamless clothes.
Leng Qin was dazed for a moment, but he still calmly answered "there is no king"
Zun Wang ordered Leng Qin to keep abreast of Xia Feng’s every move, but Leng Qin knew that they were leaving today and felt that Xia Jia was in danger and it would be dark again. Moreover, the masked old man had stopped assassinating Xia Jia as early as yesterday after the airport incident. Besides, Zun Wang had found a solution, so she didn’t pay any attention to this matter, even though she witnessed Xia Feng leaving with a mysterious stranger.
Leng Qin Zun Wang has been immersed in the evening separation and will not think of asking this question.
I didn’t expect the king to ask again when things have changed.
Zun Wang glanced at Lengqin coldly, raised his eyes and asked the ghost, "Is everything done?"
"King, everything has been completed. I have sent someone to persuade the nun that she is expected to escort her to Haicheng to find Xia Han this afternoon." The ghost replied.
"Leave the car in Haicheng to ensure that it will go back to the headquarters after it is lost." Zun Wang ordered.
"Me?" Ghosts are very surprised. "I need to personally do this, Wang …"
Stop looking at the king before you finish talking and tell him that he talks too much.
"Yes" Ghosts have to be ordered to protect Xia and the two families, even though they are puzzled. Can you send someone casually to excuse me? But the king’s order is that the imperial edict will not be rejected
The car stopped, the ghost car just landed, but I was startled to see that there was a red glow in the sky in the direction of the summer villa in the distance. It wasn’t sunrise, but … The flame light Chapter one hundred and sixteen Summer home funeral.
Two rows of black Hummers turned around and went back to Xia’s home. They saw smoke and flames rising from Xia’s villa every kilometer away.
The car went too fast, although it was just over ten minutes, but it was already out of the tens of miles away. If the car hadn’t stopped and the ghosts saw the fire in the distant sky, they wouldn’t even have found out that something had happened to Xia’s family.
Dozens of cars galloped like arrows, and the silence was as fast as the wind.
A group of killers with pistols and strange masks jumped out of the SUV when they found out the situation. The black Hummer suddenly crashed into the SUV like a horse field spinning in place. The killer panicked and the gun was quickly eliminated by a group of well-trained men in black, leaving one alive.
After the scene was controlled, the black lengthened Lincoln came over through the windshield, and the king saw the bodies of servants and bodyguards everywhere in front of the courtyard of the Xia villa, which had been blown to pieces.
"Yan Yan Yan-"Post anxious sound came from the dark wall.
The statue of the king shook his hand slightly and lifted the door to hit him. He lifted the walker and walked to the dark wall. He saw Xia Han lying seriously, but Lang was trying to rush into the fire to save Gu Xiyan, but he was held by Xia Feng because the fire was too fierce.
You need a look, ghosts, and immediately bring people into the fire to save people.
Xia Han looked up and saw the king wearing a mask and a black robe. Although the mask covered his face, Xia Feng could recognize at a glance that there were two eyes in this world.
Both Lang and Xia Feng were shocked, so majestic and domineering, admired and worshipped like a god, and feared like a shura. He really is the king of the night!
"Ink …" Xia Han shouted that he had just exported and stopped. There were night attendants everywhere. He couldn’t reveal the identity of the king.
"Save Xi ‘er, she and her displacement have been abducted" is still more rational. Xia Han is the authority.
"They will be fine." Zun Wang knows each other very well. He must have targeted him before he left.
"Grandpa …" Xia Feng exclaimed interrupted three people’s thoughts. A black dress person rushed out carrying Xia Shihao and another black dress person held Gu Xi Yan.
Xia Shihao was seriously injured. Obviously, he was hit by a splash during the explosion, but Gu Xiyan was in a panic but was not seriously injured.
Yan’s quick reaction and skill could have escaped long ago, but she saved Xia Shihao and lost the best opportunity to escape. The whole Xia villa had become a sea of fire and there was smoke everywhere. She had to hide behind Xia Shihao’s back from the kitchen on the first floor, but Xia Shihao was seriously injured and unconscious at that time.
Gu Xi Yan has tried to rush out several times, but she was forced back by the fire. She listened to the bullets outside and worried that they had been put off until the gun stopped just now. Finally, a black dress person rushed into the fire to save them. She didn’t feel at ease until she saw that they were all sick.
"Daddy daddy, how are you?" Xia Han anxiously shook Xia Shihao’s shoulders, and the men in black brought wet towels and water. Xia Feng fed Xia Shihao for a long time before Xia Shihao slowly opened his eyes and gasped and muttered, "Mo Er Mo Er …"
Xia Shihao’s shouting of this name once again shook the heart of the king. Although he didn’t know medical skills, he knew Xia Shihao’s life was running out with years of experience on the edge of life and death.
Still indifferent, I never approached an inch away, but my eyes were away from Xia Shihao. This is his grandfather’s favorite, his own grandfather.