444: C444 Do You Hate This Kind of Me

C444 Do You Hate This Kind of Me

Blood splattered everywhere.

Lo Yang's fingers did not stop at all. Instead, he continuously pulled the trigger.

The sound of countless bullets flying out pierced through the air. The powerful penetrating force penetrated Lo Jialan's body time and time again!

In the blink of an eye, Lo Jialan's body was already riddled with holes.

The power of a specially enhanced weapon was far from what an ordinary firearm could compare with.

After twitching for a while, Lo Jialan's body fell to the ground. He opened his eyes wide and could no longer move.

Xiao Chang'an had seen many bloody scenes, but she had never felt an indescribable feeling today.

Xiao Chang'an raised her eyebrows and looked at the man's corpse on the ground.

There was no sympathy in her eyes, nor was there any pity.

A debt of blood must be paid with blood. Many times, it was a matter of course.

When they started using killing methods, it meant that they would receive the same treatment.

This was also a type of fairness.

Lo Yang coldly took back his gun, turned around, and suddenly lifted Xiao Chang'an horizontally.

Chang'an did not even have time to react before she was already in Lo Yang's arms.

The familiar scent carried the fatal attraction that only Lo Yang had. It was like a poison that bewitched people, tempting and deadly.

And to Lo Yang, the person in his arms was not like this.

"Let me down." Xiao Chang'an frowned.

Lo Yang really did not treat her as an outsider anymore.

He would hug her whenever he wanted to.

What did he think of her?

Lo Yang did not answer her. Instead, he ordered the people behind him coldly, "Leave no one alive."

"Yes, young master." The men behind him immediately turned around and started working.

Lo Yang carried Xiao Chang'an and walked out of this place step by step.

Corpses were stepped over by his feet one after another. They were all killed when he came.

Xiao Chang'an wanted to move but found that Lo Yang's hand was holding her waist tightly. It was so tight that she could not move at all.

The more she moved, the more strength Lo Yang had.

"Chang'an." He called out in a low voice.

This word seemed to come from his chest.

Xiao Chang'an pressed her ears against his chest and heard it clearly.

"Be good." His voice contained a trace of gentleness.

He was coaxing her?2

Xiao Chang'an lifted her eyes and looked into Lo Yang's eyes.

She found that Lo Yang's eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.

Xiao Chang'an also stopped moving and curiously looked at his chin.

Actually, just looking at Lo Yang's face was also a kind of enjoyment.

A kind of enjoyment to appreciate beautiful things.

"Chang'an, will you hate this kind of me?" Lo Yang suddenly said.

He sounded careful.

He was never afraid of anything, but he was worried that Chang'an would hate this kind of him.

He had never asked because he was afraid of hearing the answer he did not want to hear.

If it was the sentence he did not want to hear.

He felt that he would go crazy.

He was even afraid that he would do something to hurt her.

Thus, he had been restraining himself.

"They're afraid of my father, and they're afraid of me. They think, I'm sick, they think, I'll get sick" Lo Yang said word by word in a deep voice, and his voice became serious.

Xiao Chang'an could feel Lo Yang's uneasiness.

And this uneasiness came from her.

She almost subconsciously reached out and touched Lo Yang's chin.

The moment her hand touched his chin, Lo Yang's entire body trembled, and he stopped walking forward.

Xiao Chang'an lightly hooked her lips, "Isn't it all you? What's the difference? I won't touch people I hate."

Lo Yang lowered his eyes and stared unblinkingly at Chang'an, who was in his arms.

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