Chapter 67: Run out

Leng Yiyao and him looked at the door at the same time, and the person here was a man in black. The whole body was wrapped tightly, only a pair of eyes were exposed.
He seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the lights in the house, he pressed the brim of his hat and blocked his eyes in half.
Leng Yiyao drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, pushed away the appliance lightly, and stared at the man quietly.
"Miss Leng, let me go after you have eaten. You can't hide, why make it too ugly?" The man has a hoarse voice, and instead of looking at the owner standing at the bar, he walked to By her side, she told her directly.
She leaned back and leaned easily on the soft seat. "That's how the prince wants me to be a guest?"
After the bar, the action of cleaning the utensils paused slightly.
Leng Yiyao and the person standing beside him ignored the past at the same time.
"I'm just an errand runner, and the master's mind is not something we can guess." He hooked his hook, and his eyes fell on her motionlessly. That observation is too sharp, and it's not at the same level as the two that blocked the road before.
Finally, the royal family still has some reserves.
If everyone is like those two arrogant breeding pigs, Lu Chen's seat really won't last long.
Obviously, the person who came here has been named. It is clear that this person has a bad background, but she seems to have no sense of crisis. On the contrary, she looks at him with a smile: "If, I just won't go?"
She stood up suddenly, and the two were almost so close that the sound of breathing was close to her ears. But she heard her icy voice echoing in her ears: "What can you do with me!"
It was almost provocative, but after hearing it, people only felt a sinking heart.
The man probably didn't expect that she would open the bar in front of her, and she didn't even leave any room to speak!
Without any pause, he directly deepened his right hand and touched it in his arms.
Vaguely, the black jacket opened slightly, and the outline of the gun inside was revealed for a moment.
He stared at the still-faced Leng Yiyao coldly, only thinking that the merchant had never seen real blood. Thinking that she was holding the marshal's thigh, she dared not to give the prince face, because she would not see the sun tomorrow.
"I want to see people in life, and corpses in death. Since you refuse to follow me, then I can only take your corpse to meet." The natural gap between the heights of men and women makes him look down at her from top to bottom.
Fingers had touched the handle of the gun, and his pupils quickly enlarged in the next instant, and every drop of blood on his body instantly solidified!
At this moment, it was like being suddenly frozen.
He looked incredulously at the cafe owner standing in front of him, and his silver eyes fell on him without a wave, as if looking at a dead dog.
But he, with his fingertips trembling, lowered his head slowly and slowly. The silver fork was supposed to accompany the dessert on the table, but at this moment it was inserted into his aorta, causing a gurgling blood red.
"Cough...cough..." The blood choked into the trachea, his whole body was cold, and his eyes were completely dark.
It was hot, sticky, and smelly. It was blood under his skin, but at this moment, it was scrambling to get out of it, as if he could not wait for it to gush out and surge immediately.
He clenched his neck tightly, but did not dare to pull the fork.
The wound is too deep, and if it is removed, he will never survive tonight.
When he was dizzy, he only had time to see, Leng Yiyao's slightly raised corner of her mouth, her eyes fell on the coffee shop owner, smiling deeply...