Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 693 Art Thief Present ([-])

The crescent moon over the manor is gradually sinking, and soon, the light of dawn will illuminate the place through the gap.

"Louxin, tell me why? We are all the same, why you can stand on the side of justice, black roses can abandon the dark and turn to the light, why don't you give me a hand? I don't blame you for going to the light, I just hate that you don't want to bring me out of the darkness, the international wanted, the major dark forces, evil organizations hunted down, threatened, and fled for half your life."

"Why don't you save me once..." Ermu Tao was hysterical towards Bingci, his eyes filled with tears under his old face.

Bingci was speechless for a while, and looked at him seriously, only then did he see that he had aged so much in only five years.

After his mood stabilized, Bingci said to him indifferently: "Let's go." If he hadn't committed a heinous crime, how could he not save him.

Ermutao looked at the handsome young man in front of her, smiled relievedly, and said, "Even if I'm a stranger, I want to meet you again, Luoxin, I can find two ways to save myself, the first one is to give hope to others, It was you, but you never reached out to me. The second type is self-destruction, and death is also a relief. In five years, I have committed an unforgivable crime, and these numerous crimes can always alarm you. As expected, you appeared gone."

"My princess tower! Evil and good, reality and fairy tales, now, one by one has come true... Hahahahaha..."

Ermutao smiled and staggered back, the moment Bingci turned his head, he pretended to attack Hanwu.

Bing Ci's eyes froze, and he shot him flying.

But he didn't want to, right in his arms, the moment Ermutao fell down, he quickly pressed the switch, and a hair post from the hair bridge hanging on the princess tower fell to wrap around his neck, and the hair post shrank to hang him in the air. Hanged in mid-air.

When he was dying, there was only one person in his eyes.

Bing Ci clenched his fists. Five years ago, he was a painter whom he met on the street. He was personable and gentlemanly.He is also an art thief who went all the way to steal back the belongings of her parents in order to make a depressed little girl smile.

Five years have passed, things have changed, and that humorous, kind-hearted painter has long since disappeared.

The light penetrating through the gap does not illuminate the princess tower enclosed by black.

Bingci will never know what he went through in just five years to lose a hand, his face is old, and his hair is dark.

The beauty of seeing him for the first time made her unable to bear his dead body hanging in the air, and the iron claws flew out to grab the post, Han Wu caught the dead body before her.

Bing Ci subconsciously wanted to take it.

Han Wu found the shocking wounds on her hands, he hesitated to speak.

Bing Ci instinctively retracted, and said lightly, "It's okay." However, he still noticed that the injury on his hand was more serious than before.

Han Wu endured the obsession with cleanliness and spontaneously shouldered the heavy responsibility of carrying the corpse, Bingci rode on the motorcycle with three little ones behind her, she turned her head and took a deep look at the deserted manor.

After returning to the blood-eating base, Yu La buried Er MuTao. Regarding his matter, it can only be said that the world is impermanent.

"Yura, I failed to save him. The first person I knew was just the painter who did whatever he wanted, chatted with people on the street, was humorous and gentlemanly."

Bing Ci looked at the cemetery full of roses, Er Mu Tao's last words before her death left a mark on her heart.

"Is it true that I'm destined not to be able to save anyone?"

"Is..." Yula was beside her, seeing her emotions, she suddenly remembered that she always drove a motorcycle to a remote and inaccessible place, holding a bottle of rum, Leaning on the motorcycle, watching the sunset while drinking, my eyes are full of desolation.

(End of this chapter)