Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

"Boom"——

The man in black fell to the ground suddenly, the blood snaking all the way along his neck, staining the ground, and gradually turning into a bow.

The owner of the cafe looked at him coldly, turned around, pulled out a white napkin from the table in disgust, and wiped his fingertips slowly, as if stained with dirt.

Leng Yiyao looked calmly, and he obviously didn't touch the blood on his hands.

"There should be more than him around here, so you just do it, so you are not afraid to cause trouble?" When she opened her mouth, she skipped his old methods of killing, and instead asked him a topic that surprised him.

Throwing the napkin in his hand to the ground, he raised his foot and crossed it, "No one is dead, what can happen?"

When he did it, he just forkped into the aorta, without even tearing the wound. Right now, this person is only bleeding heavily, but he is not dead yet. Besides, what about death?

What he hates most is that others disturb his life.

In his shop, dare to shoot?

Whoever moves, he will die!

"Good spirit." She almost reached out her thumb, giving him a big thumbs up.

People who dare to persist in business on the dark road are truly extraordinary.

Leng Yiyao embraced her arms, stood quietly behind him, and suddenly smiled, "Hey, your hat is crooked."

Standing at the bar, the action of turning on the faucet suddenly stopped. His eyes were like electricity, and he stared at her for an instant, as if there was another fork at hand, and she was the next one to fall!

The strong coffee aroma, I don't know when it suddenly became choking. The dim lights around are also like ghosts, cold and strange. The water was rushing, as if it could break through the sink in the next instant and flood the entire storefront.

Under the brim of the hat, his facial features were bright and dark.

Those eyes...

Leng Yiyao squinted her eyes quietly, like a wild wolf on the wasteland. Once her eyes were on the prey, there was no possibility of survival.

Suddenly, he tightened the faucet, and the sound of the flowing water was completely muted as if his throat had been broken.

He picked up the paper towel on the bar counter, and began to wipe his wet hands in an orderly manner.

The next moment, he threw away the squishy tissue, and drew a spoon from the table...

Leng Yiyao suddenly smiled at this moment.

That smile, like the legendary Yimi flower, grows in the Gobi Desert. The flower has four petals, and each petal has its own color.

However, the flower that has been praised countless times only appears in the ballad forever, and no one has actually seen it....

But at this moment, looking at the unreserved smile on her face, his fingers stiffened slightly, and there was no next move.

She tilted her head and looked at the other person's expression carefully, but slowly turned her eyes in his hands. The next moment, she approached him step by step and stood on tiptoe...

The breath of the two people intertwined at this moment, the same calm, no waves, but the dark tide...

She stared at every expression on his face with scorching eyes, as if she was going to study it. He watched as she touched his hat with her hands. She was so taboo just now, but now he doesn't move.

It was just a blink of an eye, but it seemed like half a century had passed.

The music was hoarse and gradually became inaudible.

She blinked gently, slowly relaxed her toes, and stood back where she stood, but she took off the hat on his head in her hand.

At this moment, his hair, which was originally hidden tightly, was no longer covered.

The silvery white is shining, just like a streamer...

In this world, there are people who have silver hair and silver eyes...