Lin Mingyang stood in place with all his limbs stiff, his eyes fixed on the boy holding the bow who seemed to be out of his bones.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were cold and indifferent, and his body was covered with the cold and twisted dark aura that was suppressed, almost making people breathless.

Lin Mingyang couldn't help but scolded and fucked again in his heart.

In addition to the bodyguard team that kept the scene, including Zhou Hao's group of young followers, there are about twenty people in the museum.

Xie Yan only ordered a few of them before yelling, and did not bother with the other young followers.

But I don’t know if he did it on purpose. After a process, Lin Mingyang accidentally became the last finale to appear.

Before being forced to stand at the target, Lin Mingyang suddenly had the same thoughts as Zhou Hao.

He thought he would really die.

Just watching from the sidelines just now, he was not only panic, but also more thrilling about the scene in front of him.

Until he stood here in person, his feelings were completely different.

The long sword of the god of death was hanging above the head without falling. The double pressure of the body and spirit entangled the fragile nerves, making the strings of the whole body tense to the extreme.

Perhaps only by truly passing death can you feel the fear that penetrates into the bone marrow.

The long arrow was also nailed the red heart of the target to his scalp accurately, but the heart-wrenching anger could not be dissipated for a long time.

Lin Mingyang didn't feel relieved.

Because he saw the boy throwing his bow casually, then rolled up his sleeves and walked towards him.

Step by step, it was neither too fast nor too slow, as if he was going to take his dog's life.

Lin Mingyang's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart, which was beating violently in his chest, suddenly slapped. In a trance, he felt that he had seen Lin Yian who was pulling his head and knocking hard on the table that day.

He shivered unconsciously.

Damn, these two men are devils.

He obviously has a beautiful face that is harmless and human, but he is more fucking than the other one.

I don’t know if Xie Yan’s expression was too oppressive, but Lin Mingyang gritted his teeth and did not dare to move.

Until Xie Yan stopped in front of him.

Lin Mingyang's hands hanging beside him pinched his palm desperately. He forced himself not to look away and looked at the boy.

Xie Yan's beautiful peach blossom eyes looked like hooks that were fascinating, but they made Lin Mingyang want to scold his father.

There is an old saying that is right. The better the man is, the more perverted he is!

Lin Yian is, so is the boy in front of him.

Logically speaking, the young man's facial features are very friendly. With a slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes, his eyes look affectionate and ambiguous, and it is too gentle to everyone.

But at this time, the sense of distance brought out from the corners of his eyebrows and eyes destroyed this innate affinity, which made him look very oppressive.

Lin Mingyang's scalp was numb by this look and he unconsciously hid back.

Xie Yan looked indifferent, ignored his small movements, and said calmly: "The last time."

Under this strong sense of pressure that was almost breathless, Lin Mingyang's mind could no longer be circling. He heard Xie Yan's words, but his brain was unable to understand what he meant because of his frozen brain.
Chapter completed!