He narrowed his sword eyebrows and asked, "Do you plan to tell him about your biological mother?"

"You mean the bitch who had my head cut off and fed it to the dog, right? I mentioned this to my father, but he told me that although he had a relationship with Li Tiemei back then, she was not my mother, and even Li Tiemei herself didn't know about this."

"Oh, then who is your mother?"

The fire butterfly wiped the wet corners of her eyes and said, "My mother died of dysfunction when she gave birth to me. She almost gave birth to Li Tiemei at the same time. The latter was suffering from romantic illness and the child she gave birth did not survive. She almost died and was stunned for six or seven days.

My father loves Youjia, and her death hit him very hard. Even hearing his biological mother's name would make him excited to kill someone. So he once said to the public that I was Li Tiemei's child, and that the doctor, nurse and other people who delivered me were all killed by him secretly. Over time, this incident became a 'fact'."

Chen Xuan kissed her cheek, hugged her neck, and said, "The unhappy past has passed, and happiness is left in the future. This is the reason why the so-called "no good fortune comes, so you should be happy."

Fire Butterfly nodded and sank his head deep into his arms, but tears couldn't help but flow out.

Chen Xuan reached out to group and wiped her tears, but the woman cried more and more severely, and her body trembled slightly.

"Because of that day, you're still angry with me?"

Fire Butterfly pouted, wiped her face with a tissue, and suddenly laughed, saying, "I'm happy."

Chen Xuan sighed deeply: "You women are so strange. Even if you are happy, you can cry like this."

Fire Butterfly was a little moved, unbuttoned two of his shirt, pressed a bite mark on his shoulder, and asked, "Does it still hurt now?"

Chen Xuan still clearly remembered that it was a rainy night, and the two had each other for the first time. In order to make him not forget himself for the rest of his life, the butterfly exposed his two neat rows of teeth and bit it like a female beast.

Because Chen Xuan did not use the power of Yanyang to heal the wound, there are still scars there.

"It hurts! This wound contains part of your soul. As long as you hurt, even if it hurts, it will hurt together!" Chen Xuan's brows frowned, pretending to be real.

Fire Butterfly was stunned for a while, and tears fell again. At this time, she felt that she no longer belonged to her, and everything about her was taken away by the guy next to her.

"Dear, I love you so much. Even if everyone in this world hates me, curses me, and despises me, I love you the same way." The woman's voice was a little choked.

The car was still driving at the slowest speed, but the car was filled with the sound of kissing, and Chen Xuan became more and more restless.

The burning heat blows the woman's side face, causing her heart to beat wildly.

"Dear, you're too anxious. Can you do it when you go back? This car is still moving...well..."

Chen Xuan turned a deaf ear to the woman's words and continued. Unintentionally, his left foot stepped on the accelerator, and the car let out a low "roar" and shot out like an arrow from the string.

The scenery outside the window began to flash quickly, making the fire butterfly feel a different stimulation. Her big beautiful eyes were already blurred, and her breathing frequency became chaotic.

Chen Xuan ignored the car at all, picked her up and put it on himself.

The car was driving at high speed, and the fire butterflies could not tell whether it was the bumps caused by rough road conditions or the movements of men.

She had to control the steering wheel to prevent the car from being destroyed and people from being killed, and also cooperated with men. This strong stimulation made her crazy...

Just as Chen Xuan was enjoying the joy of losing and regaining his reunion with his woman, a passenger plane flying from abroad landed at Qinhai Airport. The cabin door opened and the passengers walked down the gangway one after another. Finally, a man walked out, looking different from others.

The clothes on his body were silver, which was very dazzling under the sunlight. He wore a pair of pure black sunglasses, the chain around his neck was thick, and a skull pendant. What's more special is that his head was covered with silver hair, without any variegated colors.

The man had no expression on his face, he looked like a zombie. Seeing that there was no one on the gangway, he walked slowly.

Seven or eight minutes later, he walked out of the airport and stopped a taxi and left. After about half an hour, the car stopped in a villa community.

At this time, Yang Fuhua was resting on a recliner. A strange wind suddenly blew, bulging the silk curtains. He seemed to feel unusual and quickly opened his eyes and saw a silver-haired man walking out from behind the curtains.

He was very surprised and shouted like a conditioned reflex: "Come here! Come here!"

The door was pushed open, and two bodyguards in suits with guns broke into the door and rushed to Yang Fuhua, waiting for his order.

The silver-haired man had a small mouth, a bit like a woman. He raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, we're meeting again."

Yang Fuhua looked at it with a fixed eye and said, "Thirty-two, it's you!"

It took him a while to recover and wipe the sweat from his forehead. He wanted to pick up the cup and drink a sip of tea, but his arms were trembling slightly, causing some water in the cup to splash out. Even though the other party was wearing sunglasses, his powerful aura still made him feel a little afraid to look directly.

After drinking a sip of tea, Yang Fuhua said, "Where did you come from?"

"North Africa, that's a killer's paradise."

"Haha, my protection system is nothing in your eyes. Even the missile research base in the United States, Mr. Thirty-two is also free to come and go. But I never thought that you were coming too quickly."

Thirty-two said indifferently: "As a top international killer, it is a must-have quality to come to the door as soon as you receive the business. My work will inevitably make the financial owner unable to find any flaws."

Yang Fuhua laughed and said, "You and I are not just hiring relationships. Don't forget that if I hadn't paid the money and helped me, Black Mamba would not have had his current status in the Killer League."

Thirty-two said coldly: "The relationship in my eyes is simple and clear. You are the financial owner, I am the killer, that's all. What I want to tell you is that it's best not to ask me for any favors, because this will make me very disgusted. Some people thought they were kind to me and pointed at me, but they were all killed by me."

The two bodyguards did not know Thirty-Two, but only knew that a ghostly man had avoided the airtight protection system in the villa and easily broke into the master's room, which was really unimaginable.

"Boy, who do you think you are, you dare to threaten Mr. Yang. It's so damn!"

With a loud shout, the two rushed over directly, punched thirty-two times, ready to subdue him immediately.

It was too late for Yang Fuhua to stop him. He sighed and had probably guessed the outcome of the two bodyguards.

Thirty-two still had no expression change at all. He stretched out his hands and easily clenched the two fists. As his hands were slightly pressed, the two iron fists as big as sandbags were crushed like tofu, the flesh and blood shattered, and the white bones were exposed.

As soon as the two of them screamed, they cut one of them with a knife. With a click, the man's neck bones broke and fell softly to the ground.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!