President Leng's personal evildoer

"It's rare that you are thinking about it. The old man won't die for a while. My successor hasn't found me yet, so I won't die with peace!" The old man sat up from the rattan chair with a fan in his hand, staring at Leng Ming Che sharply, like a cold light.

Three black lines pulled out from Leng Mingche's forehead, and they instantly petrified, as if a lonely wind was blowing between him and the old man.

Time flies, that year.

The dark night is like a hole hollowed out by the devil, and fear spreads from the hole.The lightning touches the sensitive nerves, the thunder stimulates the ears, and the rain beats the desperate heart...

"Ming Che, go away! Leave me alone..." The heavy rain drowned out Leng Mo's voice, and his body was blurred with blood.

That was the first time Leng Mingche felt despair, pain and panic, as if all feelings had disappeared, only one belief remained, he wanted to live, he wanted his Xiaomo to live.

"No! I won't leave you behind!"

"You go! If this is the case, we can't go, go! Go!"

The rain hit the blood, Leng Mo shouted with all his strength, he was completely unable to move, if it wasn't for the belief that he must protect Leng Mingche to leave safely, he would have been a corpse at this moment, his veins were torn, and there were many places. Fractures and internal organs are about to stop functioning.

He knew that even if he survived the catastrophe, he would be a useless person in the future. He didn't want to drag Leng Mingche with his broken body for the rest of his life. If he still had a little strength, he would definitely push him away.

"Let's go together! There is no one of mine in this world, I only have you...I can't lose you anymore...Give me your hand, I'll carry you..." Leng Mingche stretched out his hand and pulled the ground Leng Mo, tears mixed in the rain, especially bitter, he has cried twice in his life, one time when his most admired father passed away, and the other time is now, even when his grandfather passed away, he had only sadness but no tears.

Leng Mo on the ground may have been moved, or may have fallen into a coma, but in short he had no resistance and let Leng Mingche carry it on his back.

There was another burst of cold air coming from behind. Having learned a little martial arts from Leng Mo since he was a child, he knew that that kind of cold air was called "spiritual power", which means the aura released by a person who knows martial arts.The strength of mental strength indicates the level of a person's martial arts. Now he is very cold and even feels suffocated.

If the killer is not strong, how could he hurt his Xiaomo to that extent? Although his Xiaomo looks weak and weak, he is ranked No. 90 and ninth on the killer list!

Can someone who can hurt Leng Mo to such an extent be amazing?

You must not look back, you must not be afraid, you must escape, only by escaping can you survive and protect Xiaomo.

It seemed that it was because of this superhuman perseverance that he was able to persist for so long, but he was soon overtaken by the killer. Just when he felt hopeless and waiting to die, suddenly a cloud of purple smoke filled the rain.

An ethereal voice came from it: If you want to live, just go straight, there is a garden in front of you, go to a man named Hua Lao, he will help you.

After speaking, the voice drifted away, and a forest suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Walking along the forest, there is indeed a garden.

Is it a dream?Leng Mingche felt that it was unreal, just like the fog that suddenly appeared.

That was the first time I saw Hua Lao, as if he existed in a myth.

But the first meeting was not as simple as it is today, almost every two steps there will be a trap or thug.

He didn't remember how many injuries he had suffered, nor how dangerous the road was.In short, he passed. He wanted to see that Chinese guy. Only Xiaomo who saw him could survive, and he could survive.

That day, he and Hua Lao also had such a distance, such a stare at each other.

At that time, Hua Lao was very cold and cruel, without any kindness. Shoubo was like a shadow, quiet and angry, but the calmer he was, the more terrifying he was.

"Who are you? It's not easy to break through!"

The old man on the wicker chair was too aura, even though he had already guessed that he might be the Chinese man that the mysterious person said, he still asked idiotically, "Are you a Chinese man?"

The old man didn't answer, it was too dull for such an opening statement.

"A mysterious man told me to come to you, and he said you would save me!"

"Mystery man?"

"I was hunted down, and a voice from a purple mist told me to come to you."

Zi Wu, the old man suddenly became serious, his eyes narrowed and he asked.

"Then who are you?"

Leng Mingche hesitated for a while, but decided to tell the truth, all lies seemed vulnerable in front of such a powerful person.

"The head of the Leng family, Leng Mingche."

The simple answer surprised the old man.

He sized up Leng Mingche for a long time, including Leng Mo behind him.

"Uncle Shou." The Hua guy gave them a wink, and Uncle Shou led them into a room.

That was the first time they met, unexpectedly it has been five years now.

Five years ago, he escaped that catastrophe. Since then, there has been a lot of turmoil. He saved his life, but then retreated into the world.