This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

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At dawn, this noticed that Night Xuan had already eaten the food clean, leaving nothing behind.

So Night Xuan thought that Ling Tian was staring at him because of his diet.

“Enough?” Asked Ling Tian.

Night Xuan's face turned dark. Is this guy laughing at him?

“Humph!” coldly snorted, then Night Xuan rose in the morning and turned his head and left Lingtian's apartment.

Lingtian: “…”?????

……

Fushiyu came back from a suburban hilltop villa because of classes tomorrow.

Except for the weekend, he usually lived in an apartment not far from the school in the city centre, so it was 1: 00 a.m. when he returned to the apartment because he handled some things.

But as soon as he got in, he noticed something was wrong because the room smelled of blood he was familiar with.

In his heart, he raised his guard, and Fu Siyu eased his footsteps and walked over to the couch.

There is a lot of blood on the floor around the sofa, and from the color, it should just be stained soon.

The medicine box was knocked down, the gauze and medicine were all over the place, and there was also Karl's clothes off on the ground...

Cold hardware suddenly hit his back of the brain, and the same smell of blood came from behind.

“There's nothing left to tell.” Carl's cold voice rang from behind.

Fu Shiyu shrugged his lips. He naturally felt Carl's killing intentions. He asked, “Is your wound all right? ”

faint tone, as if he had not cared for the gun in the back of his head.

After hearing Fu Shiyu's words, Karl suddenly laughed, "Oh, why? I'm not dead. You're disappointed, aren't you? ”

Although he was laughing, his tone was icy and bitter, and his eyes were filled with unbroken sadness.

“What do you mean?” Fushiyu frowned slightly, his eyes flashed a little confusion.

Carl sneered, then slowly walked to the front of Fu Shiyu, and the gunpoint pointed at Fu Shiyu's forehead.

He was naked in the upper part of his body at this time, and the gunshot wound to his abdomen had been dealt with himself, as Carl's face was a little pale due to excessive blood loss.

“You sent someone to kill me, and now the other way around, what do you mean, are you playing a role play game with me?” Carl grinned.

Fu Shiyu picked the eyebrows. If he wanted to kill Carl, there were a hundred ways. There would be no time wasted in this kind of trouble. There was no successful way.

But he didn't explain anything to himself. He just smiled and said, "Oh? How did you guess about me? ”

Seeing Fu Shiyu admitted that Karl felt like he had been severely stabbed, and his pale face was even more pale.

Taking a deep breath, Carl said: "Oh... now that the contract is about to expire, I know so many secrets about you, how could you let me live? ”

“You know my style very well.” Fu Shiyu smiled on his face.

Carl sneered: "After all, I killed so many people for you. ”

With Tiger for Peel, he knew he would have such a day, but when the day came, the facts were so hard to accept.

He actually had such a stupid idea earlier that he thought... he might be different from others.

“You're worse than I thought you would be!” Carl finally said.

Fu Shiyu smiled: “But I thought you couldn't help yourself if you loved me the same way. ”

As soon as that came out, Carl's pupils narrowed, and he took a step back, shaking a little with his gun in his hand.