The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Qizhou.

Su Mucheng had already asked Jiying to check the organization above Fu Shuang.

Now people are standing at the gate.

Without saying anything, she took out the gun from her waist, pulled the trigger, and fired.

Bang bang bang!

Three shots in a row completely made the people inside boil.

Qiu Quan immediately led the people out. The entire outside was filled with uniformly dressed people with neat tattoos on their sleeves.

Su Mucheng wore a black sweatshirt with a vest, the same black overalls, and Martin boots.

Wearing a baseball cap, the brim of the hat covered most of her face, revealing only her fair and delicate chin and the white plastic stick of the lollipop in her mouth.

The aura is cold and heavy.

With the candy in her mouth, her tongue moved from her left cheek to her right cheek, carelessly.

But the pair of peach blossom eyes hidden under the brim of the hat revealed a chilling coldness.

She played with the gun in her hand carelessly, and even the finger that touched the black gun showed a bit of unknown cruelty.

Mo Yanchen stood next to her, holding her shoulders with his hands. His charming and handsome face was expressionless, cold and cold.

Qiu Yun heard the noise and walked out.

Now!

Her eyes fell on the man beside Su Mucheng, and then her pupils shrank slightly.

Mo Yanchen?

This man, why is he here?

She squinted her eyes, her voice was cold, and her eyes did not move: "Master Chen, what are you doing?"

"Fuck you, uncle."

With a voice that was neither cold nor cold but extremely irritable, Su Mucheng reached out and poked the brim of her hat and raised her head.

"Su Mucheng!"

Qiu Yun's pupils shrank sharply, and her fingertips tightened unconsciously.

Looking at the big hand holding her shoulder, Qiu Yun understood.

She put away her shock and returned to her usual indifference: "Is something wrong?"

"Where's Fu Shuang?"

The girl's voice was deep and oppressive, and her aura was so strong that Qiu Yun couldn't help but take a second look.

In her memory, Su Mucheng was just an outstanding apprentice under Ge Yun.

Nothing else.

Su Mucheng recalled Qiu Yun's face for a long time and felt that it looked familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.

"Su Mucheng, Fu Shuang is my man, is it appropriate for you to go to war like this?"

While she was talking, Qiu Yun's peripheral vision kept falling on Mo Yanchen beside her.

Means unknown.

"I don't like to be long-winded. I only say things once."

Su Mucheng blew on the black hole of the gun, and raised the ends of her delicate eyes with a unique ruthlessness.

As soon as she said this, Mo Yanchen glanced at Mo Yi, and Mo Yi waved his hand. Suddenly everyone raised their guns and pointed them at Qiu Yun.

At the same time, Qiu Quan and his subordinates also stood in confrontation.

Qiu Yun's face was ugly, and her eyes staring at Su Mucheng were even more sinister.

"Su Mucheng, you are a bit too arrogant!"

"Then what happened?"

She smiled cynically and her tone was a bit unscrupulous.

He leaned slightly to the side, feeling that I was bullying others.

The corners of the man's cold lips couldn't help but rise slightly, with a doting curve.

"Master Chen."

Qiu Yun turned her head and gritted her teeth: "We have always kept our peace. What do you mean by what you are doing today?"

"The meaning is very simple."

The man held the small hands and squeezed them gently: "Her affairs are my affairs. If she wants to stir up trouble, I will not only cooperate, but also help her."

"You one by one!"

Those who knew the situation were in a desperate situation would not dare to mess with them.

Now Mo Yanchen has brought people from Base No. [-] over, blatantly, arrogantly and arrogantly.

She didn't want to have a direct conflict with him, even...!

Qiu Yun's face was ashen and her throat was tight. Seeing Mo Yanchen's blatant protection, an uncontrollable jealousy spread crazily in her heart.

She looked at the menacing man opposite her, showing her aura that she would not give up until the man was handed over.

She didn't want to fight with Mo Yanchen.

After a moment of silence, Qiu Yun said coldly: "Qiu Quan, bring this person out."

"Yes, master."

When Fu Shuang was brought out of the torture chamber, he looked as if he had been fished out of the water. He was dripping with cold sweat, his face was frighteningly white, and his lips had no trace of blood.

There are also various scars of different shades on the body, which are shocking.

He was thrown to the ground, almost dying.

"Fu Shuang!"

Su Mucheng's pupils shrank hard, she helped her up, and patted her face gently. The blood spilling from the corner of her mouth was shocking.

Fu Shuang forced herself to open her eyelids and was almost stunned when she saw Su Mucheng's face.

"Su...Su...Mu...Cheng, you...are you here...for what?"