"Of course I'm not wrong.
Instructor Yan Mo has seen it many times.
That person is Miss Song Qian.
But Miss Song Qian and several old ladies were sitting in a car at that time.
Instructor Yan Mo has already followed.
That's why I was asked to come back and report," the blood-lettered elite said directly.
After hearing such words, Lin Mengjie and others hurriedly said: "Hurry up and take everyone with you.
We will set off immediately to find Song Qian."
After saying this, several people immediately walked outside the villa.
It was already late at night, and a black extended Lincoln car was driving slowly on Malay Avenue.
In addition to the driver, there were five people in the car.
The most conspicuous among them is a girl in her early twenties, with a hint of paleness on her face, as if she had just recovered from an illness.
But at this moment, her beautiful face was like an angel descending to earth, so beautiful that it took people's breath away.
At this time, the woman was wearing an exquisite hand-knit sweater with a skull pattern inlaid with Angora rhinestones.
Below, he is wearing a pair of white trousers, and the legs of the trousers are also decorated with gold and silver threads to show off a delicate skull pattern.
At this time, she is also wearing a pair of skull-shaped high heels on her feet.
At this time, the white clothes and white pants and crystal shoes make the whole woman look like an angel, full of holy temperament.
If someone who specializes in luxury goods saw this woman's outfit, they would find that the price of such a dress would probably reach tens of millions of dollars.
However, wearing such expensive clothes did not make this woman feel any excitement.
At this time, she just looked at the scenery outside the window gently, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned tightly, as if she was thinking about something difficult to understand.
Same problem There was a trace of confusion in her eyes, as if something was confusing her Opposite this angel-like girl, there were four old ladies sitting.
These four old nuns are all very vicissitudes of life.
Each of their faces is covered with wrinkles.
The loose skin is like the skin of a snake that has receded.
It is extremely ugly to see.
At first glance, these four old ladies are all over eighty years old, but there is nothing old about them.
Every move they make is full of strength and vitality.
At this time, all four old nuns were wearing black robes, hiding their old age under the robes, leaving only a vicissitudes of life, exuding evil energy to the outside.
At this time, the temperature in the car also dropped to a bit cold because of the momentum of these four old ladies.
At this time, seeing the confused look on the girl's face, one of the old ladies twisted her lips slightly, showing an extremely ugly smile, then opened her mouth and let out a sharp and unpleasant sound like nails scraping against iron. sound: "Saint, what are you thinking about now?"
If ordinary people heard this voice of the old mama, it would definitely be extremely harsh.
However, this girl seemed to be used to it, and her face was still so indifferent at this time.
"Grandma Ling, I still have that dream, about that strange person.
Although I can't see his face, I feel that he is very familiar."
With a questioning expression on her face, the woman looked at the four old ladies: "Grandma Ling, do you know who he is?"
"I don't know."
Hearing the confused voice of the girl, the four old ladies had a very ugly smile on their lips.
At this time, they looked at the girl with a look of relationship on their faces:
"You are the reincarnated holy messenger of our divine religion.
The strange person you dreamed about is probably your friend in your previous life.
But don’t take it to heart, it’s just a phantom from the previous life.
At this time, he must be dead, but you are still alive now, so you have to forget him so that you can continue your life.”
The old grandma's words were full of gloom, but after hearing such words, the girl shook her head directly.
The strange and troubled look in her eyes not only did not disappear, but became more intense: "No, he seems to be not just my friend, but more like my lover.
Every time I dream about him, I see him constantly looking for me.
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Although I can't see what his face looks like, seeing his movements makes me feel my heart aches."
At this time, the girl's brows furrowed even more tightly, but no matter how she recalled it, there was still no information about that person in her mind.
Seeing the girl like this, the four old ladies couldn't help but look at each other, and a cold murderous intention suddenly flashed in their eyes. squeak At this time, a jeep suddenly passed the extended Lincoln from behind.
Then the jeep made a harsh braking sound and spun rapidly.
Suddenly it drifted and stopped in front of the extended Lincoln, and then stopped directly.
At this time, the driver's expression on the Lincoln suddenly changed, and he stepped on the brakes to the bottom, causing the entire Lincoln to slide for several meters before it came to an embarrassing stop.
Seeing this, the eyes of the four old ladies suddenly flashed with a cold light.
At this time, each of them was like an enraged ferocious beast, exuding a kind of evil spirit all over their body.
A breath that makes people shiver Bang As the door of the jeep opened, a man stepped out of the car.
The man looked at the girl in the extended Lincoln with an excited look on his face: "Miss Song Qian, we have finally found you."
Hearing such words, the girl was immediately startled, and then she slowly got out of the car with the four old ladies.
But just after the four old nuns got out of the extended Lincoln car, Yan Mo felt that the hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and a strong murderous intention enveloped him.
"not good" Balrog was immediately frightened, and just when he wanted to dodge, he saw a skinny palm stretched out directly, like a bolt of lightning, it rushed directly in front of Balrog and caught him directly. on his chest Tsk As a tearing sound sounded, this skinny palm was like an eagle's claw, tearing off a piece of scarlet flesh from the Balrog's chest.
"Damn" At this time, Yan Mo couldn't help but retreat, his face was extremely ugly, and the blood on his chest couldn't help flowing out.
If he had been slower just now, what was torn off was not just a piece of muscle. , but his heart: