The black mist on Jiang Xingzhi's fingers enveloped Yan Wu's face, and the mask on Yan Wu's face disappeared instantly, revealing her original facial features.

He stared at the facial features, with a little sneer on the corner of his lips.

But after seeing Yan Wu's real facial features, the smile and sarcasm all disappeared, and the face was as cold as frost.

He stared at Yan Wu's gaze, as if there were countless scumbags in his eyes, and the next moment he could spray on Yan Wu's face, shaving Yan Wu's face beyond recognition.

Yan Wu was not afraid of his murderous aura. She tilted her head and continued to ask curiously: "What was my relationship with you in the past?"

"You want to ask yourself, what was it before?"

Jiang Xingzhi hooked Yan Wu's chin, making Yan Wu forced to look up at him.

He sneered and said word by word: "You used to be a slut who could do your best. When you became a slut, you erected a monument for yourself, and you were not even as good as a prostitute."

With every word he said, his facial features gradually became ferocious.

He was covered in black air.

The foundation of my eyes was even darker, and there was no white of my eyes, and there was only the black mist that could not be seen through.

The next moment, he suddenly reached out and pinched Yan Wu's neck.

"Go to die!"

His hands are very strong.

Just one force can cut Yan Wu's neck "click" off.

The most terrifying thing is that Yan Wu was fixed by his black air, and even his abilities could not be freed from it.

I could only watch his hand pinch his neck.

But the next moment, Jiang Xingzhi's eyes, which seemed to be covered by black fog, burst out with a little light in his eyes when he met Shang Yan Wu's eyes.

Then, all the black aura in his body dissipated, and his outstretched hand changed to a hug when he touched Yan Wu.

He leaned forward, knelt on the ground, and hugged Yan Wu tightly in his arms.

Yan Wu:???

She looked slightly sideways and looked at Jiang Xingzhi with a puzzled look on his face.

Before she could speak, Jiang Xingzhi took the lead in asking: "A Wu, what, what's going on?"

He had already noticed the fingerprints on Yan Wu's chin.

Blue and red.

And the finger print was obviously his.

Not only that, Yan Wu's neck was also covered with blood marks by the seemingly unsubstantiable black mist.

When Jiang Xingzhi asked about this, his voice was trembling.

Although he had no memory of what happened before he opened his eyes.

But subconsciously, he knew what he did!

What did he do?

Why doesn't he know at all?

Yan Wu touched his neck and smiled and said to him: "Fortunately you woke up in time, otherwise my neck would be in two pieces."

Without waiting for Jiang Xingzhi's answer, she said, "Let's sit down on the sofa and talk slowly."

Jiang Xingzhi was going to carry her to the sofa.

Yan Wu stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "I'll go by myself."

Jiang Xingzhi lowered his eyes and said "yes" softly.

The two sat on the sofa together.

Yan Wu raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Xingzhi.

Jiang Xingzhi, who could control the black gas just now, was like a guy walking out of the depths of the cold and dark hell.

And now, after losing all the black body, Jiang Xingzhi looks much more friendly.

Although Jiang Xingyi is not at all friendly.

Yan Wu said: "You are sick."

Jiang Xingzhi:...
Chapter completed!