Assassin 2

  Ugly face, paired with white clothes, unspeakable gloom, like the White Impermanence of Hell.

  "Why pretend to be Baili Liancheng and bring me here?" Lan Ya narrowed her eyes.

  "Why, haha, I've heard that Miss Mu Er is absolutely stunning, with a captivating figure. Of course, I want to see it for myself." The scar-faced man let out a loud laugh, his aura still intimidating, but his eyes gleaming with a lecherous light.

  Lan Ya clearly knew that eighty percent of the people with a killer aura on their bodies were killers. It seemed that someone had planned it long ago. Who wanted to kill her? Dong Yue or Mu Le Qing?

  The scar-faced man grinned, revealing a disgusting smile, and walked down the small hill step by step.

  Lan Ya's wheelchair retreated slightly, and then she ran. Her wheelchair was like a skilled martial artist, running swiftly through the outskirts of the city where few people appeared at this time. What to do now?

  Her fingers clenched tightly, she couldn't panic, absolutely couldn't panic, but - she didn't know martial arts, and she hadn't brought any medicine powder with her. How could she hold out against a man full of murderous intent?

  The scar-faced man approached Lanyah at a moderate pace, his large hand lifted the black hood and revealed an extraordinary face under the sunlight.

  Lan Ya was slightly disheveled, her hair fluttering in the wind, and paired with her current appearance, she was so beautiful that everything else in the world seemed dull by comparison.

  "Too beautiful." The scar-faced man's eyes couldn't hide his astonishment, knowing that Miss Mu Er was absolutely stunning, but he didn't expect her to be so breathtakingly beautiful.

  Lan Ya's fingers moved slightly, and the wheelchair retreated a step back, feeling somewhat anxious in her heart. Her legs could barely stand up, and running was absolutely out of the question...

  "This deal wasn't a waste after all. It's really a shame to kill such a beautiful person." The scar-faced man's eyes changed from astonishment to delight.

  "Who hired you guys." Lan Ya understood the implication behind his words.

  "Hmph, this is unimportant, what's important is that such a beauty belongs to me." The scar-faced man said as he began to fasten his clothes, his eyes becoming fervent, leaning down to gaze at her.

  Lan Ya saw this, one hand suddenly pulled hard, and the other hand inserted into his eyes.

  "Ah......" The scar-faced man let out a miserable cry, his big hand twisted and pulled down Lan Ya's arm, then covered his eyes and cried out in pain.

  Lan Ya's wrist was slightly swollen, she didn't even look at it, and hurriedly pushed the wheelchair. She clearly knew that escaping like this was futile, but her hands still forcefully turned the wheels of the chair.

  "Want to run?" The scar-faced man's eyes turned bright red as he let out a furious roar.

  He jumped up with his upper body exposed and landed in front of Lan Ya, pushing her with a big hand, the wheelchair fell to the ground, and she rolled out from under the wheelchair.

  Lan Ya's fingers grasped the ground, for the first time having such a strong sense of fear, her fingers clenched tightly, and her lips turned slightly pale.

  "Damn it, dare to look at Master's eyes? Today, Master will teach you a lesson. Come on, let Master taste your flavor." The scar-faced man scowled, bent down, one hand approaching her cheek, the other hand untying her waistband.

  Looking at the large hand falling down, Lan Ya's face turned pale, and she closed her eyes in despair, unable to escape. No one would come to save her, no...