Quick Travel: Who taught you how to attack villains like this?

In the suffocatingly dim room, the originally flawless snow-white low carpet had now been dyed dark red by the shocking blood, as if a sea of ​​blood was spreading underfoot.

There was a thick rope hanging from the crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the ceiling, and Cheng Yibin was hanging upside down in the air.

Yu Yan stood there quietly, holding a bloody knife tightly in her hand, the blade flashing coldly.

Her pretty face was stained with a few streaks of blood, making her look as hideous as an evil ghost crawling out from the depths of hell.

At this moment, her eyes, like a flash of lightning, met Cheng Yixiao who was standing at the door.

Before she could say a word, Cheng Yixiao's face turned pale as paper in an instant. Then he strode into the house without hesitation and locked the door tightly.

Then, he shouted to Yu Yan in an urgent and low voice: "Go! Go quickly!"

At this critical moment, he didn't even have time to ask about the cause and process of the incident. The first thought that came to his mind was to ensure that Yu Yan could escape from the scene quickly and never let her be imprisoned again and go back to prison.

Yu Yan stared at the person in front of her quietly. Her beautiful and deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the other person's soul. She spoke slowly, her tone so calm that it made people feel a little chilly: "I killed your brother."

Hearing this, Cheng Yixiao's body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "The moment he helped Cheng Qianyun frame me and put me in jail, he is no longer my brother!"

After saying this, he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes revealing unspeakable anger and pain.

Cheng Yixiao took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, then looked at Yu Yan again.

He pursed his lips and urged anxiously, "Ah Tan, hurry up and leave. If they find the spare key later, it will be a big trouble!"

Yu Yan looked at him deeply, her eyes containing complex emotions.

Then, she strode to Cheng Yixiao without hesitation, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

The kiss was as brief as a dragonfly touching the water, yet full of love.

After the kiss, Yu Yan turned around and left the place quickly without any reluctance, leaving Cheng Yixiao standing there blankly, looking at her departing back.

After only a few seconds, he quickly unlocked the door.

However, only two minutes had passed when Cheng's father, Cheng's mother and Cheng Yihuai rushed upstairs in a hurry, holding the spare key.

When they rushed to the door anxiously, they were surprised to find that the door that was originally closed was now open.

When Cheng Yixiao saw them coming in, he took a deep breath and spoke without hesitation: "Who did Cheng Yibin offend outside? How could he suddenly become so crazy and crazy, and now he even lost his life in the blink of an eye!"

Upon hearing these words, Cheng's mother let out a shrill scream, the sound of which seemed to pierce one's eardrums.

She seemed to have lost all her strength to support herself. Her legs went limp and she fell to the cold ground with a plop.

Tears flowed from her eyes like a flood. She covered her face with her hands and burst into tears. Her cry was heartbreaking and heartbreaking.

Cheng's father and Cheng Yihuai, who were standing aside, had grief-stricken expressions on their faces, and they both took several steps back at the same time.

They stared blankly at the tragic scene before them, their faces full of disbelief and unacceptability, their bodies trembling slightly, and it seemed that they even had difficulty standing.

A few seconds later, Cheng's mother burst into tears, "Yibin, my son..."

Father Cheng also shed tears silently, as if he had aged ten years.

With trembling hands, Cheng Yihuai took out his cell phone and called the police.

There were so many bodyguards inside and outside the villa, how could that man get in and kill someone?

Cheng Yixiao stood there quietly, motionless like a sculpture, just staring at everything in front of him with those deep and indifferent eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to be in another world, completely isolated from the noise and chaos around him, like an outsider watching with cold eyes.

At this moment, the scene of my imprisonment came to my mind like a tide.

He recalled the time when he was wrongfully imprisoned, and an indescribable grief and indignation welled up in his heart.

It was obvious that Cheng Qianyun deliberately set the trap and framed him and sent him to prison, but those so-called relatives all chose to remain silent and acquiesce.

Not only that, they also pretended to be righteous and preached to him hypocritically, repeatedly asking him to reform himself in prison and strive to regain his freedom as soon as possible.

Recalling that time, Cheng Yixiu clearly remembered that when they said these words, there was a sense of relief in their eyes.

Yes, without him, a born rebel who is always at odds with them and a thorn in their side, they can naturally rest assured and live a carefree life.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yixiao raised a self-deprecating smile at the corner of his mouth, then slowly lowered his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the door with heavy steps, step by step.

After walking downstairs, he reached out and held Cheng Suisui's slightly cold hand tightly, and said softly: "Suisui, let's go! They are very busy now and have no time to take care of us."

Hearing her brother's words, Cheng Suisui nodded obediently and responded, "Oh, okay."

In fact, she had already heard the sad crying of Cheng's mother coming from upstairs. Being smart, she could probably guess what had happened, but she didn't say much. She just quietly followed Cheng Yixiao and left this place full of troubles.

*

A day later, the moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto Cheng Yixiao's desk.

He sat there quietly, staring at the thick document in his hand, his expression seemed a little unpredictable.

He slowly raised his hand, glanced at the exquisite watch on his wrist, and murmured in a low voice: "It's almost time."

Just a few minutes passed, but to him, these few minutes seemed like centuries.

Then, he took a deep breath, picked up the mobile phone beside him, and skillfully dialed a number.

The call was quickly connected, and a slightly nervous voice came from the other end: "Hello, Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Yixiao asked expressionlessly, "Is Guan Yijie dead?"

The other party quickly replied: "Yes, Mr. Cheng, Guan Yijie was killed just a few minutes ago."

Upon hearing the news, Cheng Yixiao simply responded, "Yeah, I see."

Then he hung up the phone without hesitation.

Then he grabbed the car keys on the table, stood up quickly, and strode out of the room.

About an hour later, a black luxury car stopped smoothly in front of a five-star hotel.

The car door opened and Cheng Yixiao walked out of the car.

After a while, he stood in front of the door of the room where Yu Yan lived. After a brief pause, he stretched out his right hand and knocked on the door gently a few times.

Yu Yan had just changed her clothes and opened the door when she saw Cheng Yixiao carrying a bunch of midnight snacks. She smiled at her and said, "Are you hungry? Have some midnight snacks!"