Chapter 472: Heavenly King Su Chen is here!

In an instant, there was a faint splash on the window, and the sound of something falling.
The speed is so fast that no one can react.
Almost all in a flash.
After everything was calm outside the window, Bo Yan took the opportunity to put the pistol under the pillow, and once again led her into the wonderful situation.
...
The air was filled with a quiet fragrance and the lingering scent after the affection, everything seemed extremely passionate and messy.
He didn't leave, just hugged her tightly, his thin lips pressed against his ears.
After a long time, she heard her low and gasping voice, and she asked, "...Uncle, what did you just do?"
He did not answer, but used his body without leaving to prove it again by the way. After the affection, his voice was lazy and dull but extremely sexy, "What did you do, don't you know it?"
An Ge'er blushed and shook his head, "...that's not what people said."
Bo Yan didn't admit it, "Hey, you got it wrong, there is nothing."
An Ge'er saw his firm attitude, and then... pretended to believe.
Even if he was protecting her just now, she still heard the shot.
This is the good end, where's the bad guy...?
An Ge'er glanced out the window, and suddenly felt that she was thinking too much.
Hopefully, it is not Rong Bei, or rather, it has nothing to do with Rong Bei.
...
Apparently, the assassination mission failed, and Rong Bei grimly went back to find someone to settle the account.
Where did you find the killer, so vulnerable!
In GC, he could kill the opponent in turn, it was weak. Of course, Rong Bei didn't want to admit that someone was very strong.
Rome, Western Europe, here is the base camp of their group.
When Rong Bei went back and yelled at Fu Jiu to settle his account, Mu Lun and Li Hanfei both shook their heads blankly, expressing their ignorance.
They are not deceiving.
In fact, they played and ate, and Fu Jiu disappeared after the night.
Rome, one or two o'clock in the morning.
A plane flew through the air and landed at Rome Airport, twenty minutes later.
A slender figure of Qingjun came out from the huge airport, followed by a few passengers.
Get out of the airport.
On the road fangs outside, a woman was tall and slender, with a black long hair coming down. She gently moved with the wind in the night breeze. She was very beautiful. She was of that kind of flamboyant beauty, dazzling and dazzling. Attractive eyeballs.
The slapped face with the size of a goose egg, the long eyebrows are like a fine sketch, and the eyes are large and quiet.
She always likes to laugh out loud.
But when it was quiet, she seemed particularly deserted.
She was now squatting on the road teeth, wearing a clean and handsome jacket, wrapped in a thinner back. But in this night, when the wind blows her hair and half covers her cheeks, she looks a little messy and decadent beauty.
She was holding a half-drink beer bottle in one hand, and a slender lady's cigarette between her fingers.
Looking up at the sky halfway, I don't know what I'm thinking.
And not far from her is the airport.
A slender, Qingjun figure with both hands in the pockets of his coat, is walking towards here unhurriedly.
The street light pulled the figure longer and longer.
Originally, the woman squatting on the ground wanted to subconsciously smoke a cigarette, but when she saw the figure coming over, she was startled at first, and then she hurriedly pressed her cigarette to the ground and wiped it out, with a bit of eagerness.