Chapter 225

Looking at the cold sight, the fiery red figure was stunned. He felt that his eyes looked similar and hesitated, but soon his eyes were firm and pulled the trigger.

The sniper bullet flashed a silver light in the dark and shot at Yang Ping's head. In the night sky, there was a roar. Yang Ping leaned slightly, frowned and looked unhappy. This kind of displeasure is not like killing the enemy, nor dissatisfaction with their own strength, like... Angry with children who make mistakes.

She is a child.

That's it.

The bullet broke through the floor and splashed broken concrete, making the newly bought trousers contaminated with dust. Yang Ping shouted at the sniper, "Phoenix, is that you?"

The fiery red figure trembled when he heard the word Phoenix, put down the sniper gun and gasped violently. Her devilish figure is covered under the red cloak and exudes strong charm, but her perfect facial features are distorted and appear extremely painful. Disordered space-time fragments appear in her mind. She wants to restore the original state, but the more she thinks, the more painful her head is.

Click!

The fiery red figure picked up the sniper and disappeared into the night.

Yang Ping repeatedly shouted, but the other party didn't seem to hear it until the figure disappeared. He was disappointed and muttered, "Phoenix, is that you?"

You Weichen is in a coma, Lawyer Chen is seriously injured, and the elder explodes his head. The red fire figure planned to kill the three people and snipe Yang Ping, but he left without knowing. The gunfire attracted the attention of the Municipal Bureau. Wang got the news and hurried here with the criminal police. When he saw the bloody scene in front of him, he couldn't help being stunned.

Opposite the Municipal Bureau, the living man was shot in the head!

All the policemen present turned red and were very angry.

In reality, you Weichen killed Xiao Xin and was almost killed. Then there was a shooting at the gate of the Municipal Bureau. Wang's face was not good-looking. She said in a deep voice, "go to investigate the Dragon God Association immediately. We can't let anyone go." she decided to arrest the murderer at all costs.

Other policemen quickly carried out their tasks. Wang saw Yang Ping's eyes dull and lost in thought. He asked, "what's the matter?" several times, but Yang Ping didn't respond. He stretched out his palm and patted him on the shoulder.

Whoosh!

Yang Ping instinctively broke out, grabbed Wang's hand, and his body burst out a terrible breath, which made Wang look pale, and then punched him.

The murderous spirit carried by this fist was the only one in his life. Wang felt it and his whole body softened. It was as if he was in a turbulent ocean. In the face of mountain like waves, he could be submerged at any time. He didn't even have time to react and watched the fist strike.

Wang gave a cry and closed his eyes to die.

When the fist hit Wang's body, Yang Ping heard a cry, woke up, quickly withdrew his fist strength and hit the Toyota business car next to him.

Boom!

The side door of Toyota commercial car was sunken and almost punctured. Yang Ping recovered most of his strength, otherwise he would destroy the car with all his strength. Seeing the tragedy of the business car, Wang thought that if he replaced himself, he would not say whether he survived, whether his body was completed or not.

"You're crazy!"

The king was pale and frightened. Then he said angrily, "Yang Ping, what do you mean? I didn't offend you."

Yang Ping smiled and quickly apologized, "it's just a mistake."

Wang gnashed his teeth and wanted to leave, but he found that his body had no strength. Under the pressure of Yang Ping, he couldn't control his body for a long time. He said angrily, "your martial arts are great. Don't go to a woman's house to catch a thief if you have the ability."

Yang Ping smiled bitterly and patted Wang a few times to relieve her muscles and bones and treat her injuries until she could move normally. She turned and said, "let your people be careful. Those people kill people recklessly. It's best not to catch them alive and shoot them directly."

Wang looked at the distant figure and shouted, "where are you going?"

"Just walk around."

Wang hurriedly said, "when are you going home, Zhu Xi is still waiting for you."

"Can I go back?"

The indifferent voice came from the night. Yang Ping had gone away. Wang was stunned and didn't know how to answer. He smiled bitterly, shook his head and murmured, "how do I know that you two are really enemies."

After looking for a hotel at random, Yang Ping fell asleep, but he couldn't sleep in bed. Meditation, restless, my mind echoed with the fiery body in the night. At first sight, it was like returning to the war era. The Phoenix standing behind her forever was reborn in the war and accompanied him all the time

Vaguely, Yang Ping fell asleep.

He had a dream.

In the dark space, there is only a little light. In the darkness, countless pairs of cold and evil eyes appeared, staring at Yang Ping. He was helpless and kept shouting, but no one heard him. In the light curtain, there were many people in the only light. Everyone was bleeding, looked at him in despair and needed his help. But he was trapped in the dark and couldn't get away for a long time.

One comrade in arms fell in a pool of blood and slept forever.

The Phoenix lay on the ground, watering out a bright red camellia with blood, sad and beautiful, desperate.

"I'm leaving, captain."

The Phoenix is dressed in red and goes to the dark

"No!"

Yang Pingmeng woke up, stretched out his palm and wanted to grasp the Phoenix's collar, but his eyes were empty. The darkness is no longer, and the early morning sun refracts in from the window, which is a little dazzling. He knew it was a dream, a nightmare hidden in his heart that he didn't dare to recall.

But the fiery red figure last night recalled the memories of the past.

Yang Ping drank the whole bottle of water at the head of the bed and gasped violently. His clothes were wet with sweat and sticky. Yang Ping smiled bitterly and sighed, "still haven't forgotten the past. Didn't he say to start all over again?"

In the bathroom.

Yang Ping was drenched with water and showed his strong and perfect body. Although his body was perfect and had no scars, he knew that there was a place where no matter how powerful he was and how many adventures he got, he could not repair his inner scars and make up for them.

After taking a bath, Yang Ping looked at his dirty clothes and sat helplessly at the head of the bed. I can't go out without clothes. He regretted not taking out the luggage from his Washington apartment. Now he can't change his clothes. He turned the phone book, crossed the name in front of his eyes, and finally could only dial one number.

Dudu Dudu

After a long wait, when Yang Ping thought the other party was angry and deliberately didn't answer, a gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yang Ping, what's the matter?"

Mu Zihan's voice is very soft, no longer high and cold, and has a feeling of home. Yang Ping's heart was warm and his mood was much better. He hesitated and said, "Zihan, do me a favor."

In half an hour.

When the door bell rang, Yang Ping opened the door and saw Mu Zihan with Xuanxuan, carrying a bag of clothes in his hand and said, "Zihan, you're coming."

"Uncle, shame."

Seeing that Yang Ping was only wearing a bath towel and shaving his face, Xuanxuan smiled and said, "mom said that you can't see people without clothes. Uncle, Xuanxuan is more sensible than you."

Yang Ping awkwardly took the clothes and walked into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out and saw Mu Zihan cleaning his room. He said awkwardly, "I'm really sorry. I forgot to bring my clothes last night."

Mu Zihan didn't speak. He habitually helped make the sheets and said, "it's a little messy. You're the same at home?"

Clothes and trousers were placed on the bed, several cigarette butts left in the ashtray at unknown time, the ash fell on the bedside table, and the empty bottles of mineral water were thrown on the floor. Mu Zihan tidied up the room and complained, "every man of you is clean."

Mu Zihan's tone is like a man complaining about himself. He usually doesn't pay attention to details. She tidied up the sheets, pouted her hips and outlined the perfect curve. Mu Zihan was wearing a colored shirt, black pants and a pair of high-heeled shoes with low heels. When he cleaned up, the shirt was tightened, and the black small clothes inside were clearly visible. His white skin, attractive curves and faint faint fragrance reached the tip of his nose.

Yang Ping smelled the refreshing aroma, moved his mind, quietly looked at her, listened to the familiar and strange complaints, and his heart was warm. Xuanxuan sat beside her, holding a doll, shaking her head, blinking her bright eyes and smiling.

"Have you eaten?" Mu Zihan got up and asked. He suddenly saw Yang Ping's different eyes, as if he could see through his body. There was inexplicable expectation in his pupils, his mind was rippling, his eyes were a little flustered, and he didn't dare to look at Yang Ping.

"No."

Yang Ping found himself absent-minded and hurriedly explained, "Zihan, why don't we have breakfast together?"

Xuanxuan cheered, rushed into Yang Ping's arms and said with a smile, "uncle, Xuanxuan is very hungry. I want to eat Haagen Dazs."

Yang Ping touched Xuanxuan's small head and said with a smile, "OK, you can eat as many as Xuanxuan likes."

Mu Zihan complained, "it's too cold. It's bad for your health. Xuanxuan, wait until you get red again. You haven't recovered from your cold."

When Yang Ping heard that Xuanxuan had a cold, he quickly touched her forehead, compared her forehead, nodded and said, "it's a little burnt. Xuanxuan, my uncle will invite you to eat later. Would you like some light today?"

Xuanxuan pursed her mouth, but the boss didn't want to.

"Really?"

Soon, Xuanxuan smiled happily, took Yang Ping's big hand and shouted, "don't cheat. We'll stay the same for a hundred years."

Looking at Yang Ping's happy relationship with his daughter, Mu Zihan showed a happy smile.

A family of three, the definition of happiness, but that's all.

The three left the room and had breakfast in the hotel.

The hotel is a four-star hotel with a lot of breakfast patterns. The three sat around a small table, talking and laughing. Xuanxuan clamored to go to the zoo. Mu Zihan looked at Yang Ping helplessly. Yang Ping smiled and said, "OK, wait for Xuanxuan later."

Xuanxuan cheered, kissed Yang Ping on the face and said with a smile, "it's better for my uncle. My mother won't allow me to go."

Seeing that his daughter was not close to him, Mu Zihan liked to act like a spoiled child with Yang Ping. He pretended to be angry and said, "isn't your mother good to you? If you are naughty again, your mother won't want you."

Xuanxuan was startled and looked at her mother wrongly. Then she blinked with big eyes, holding Yang Ping and her mother. The palms of the three people were put together. She asked naively, "uncle and mother, will we not be separated?"

Mu Zihan's delicate body trembled slightly. He was so ashamed that he wanted to let go and looked at Yang Ping nervously.

Yang Ping holds Mu Zihan's slender hand, greasy, tender, a little cold and extremely comfortable. No wonder the ancients said that the palm of a beautiful woman is weak and boneless, and smiled: "of course, we don't separate."

Mu Zihan smiled and walked through a warm current in his heart.

"Manager mu, I haven't seen you for a long time." a disgusting voice came. Yang Ping saw the middle-aged bald man with a big belly coming over and his eyes showed an obscene light.