After the cold cannon fodder became terminally ill, the whole family was panicked

Snap!

Everyone's eyes turned to the front seat.

Chu Yan actually dropped his cell phone on the ground.

She calmed down and picked up her phone.

There was a storm in his eyes.

The two people in the back seat no longer paid attention to this place, but the driver was closest to her. He was overwhelmed by Chu Yan's aura and for a moment he even had the illusion that Chu Xuan was sitting next to him.

"You..." the driver spoke cautiously, fearing that he had braked incorrectly.

"It's okay." Chu Yan explained: "I was cut off by the jungler in the laning phase."

The driver finally relaxed: "Then please pay more attention to the small map."

In the mind.

The system was also very surprised by the overload of information: [Host, you practiced the Taixuan Sutra! ]

If it is really as Chu Xuan said——

Then everything about Chu Yan has an explanation.

The Taixuan Sutra which can disperse any martial arts.

The Taixuan Sutra that can resist strange smog.

more than.

Chu Yan also mentioned what happened just now to the system.

When she was fighting the enemy just now, the miasma had invaded her meridians, trying to devour her true essence. But after using the Taixuan Sutra to dissolve it——

Part of the energy in the miasma seemed to be used by her for her own benefit.

Physical fitness also increased by 200 points.

[……] The system was stunned: [It’s as good as Chen Songyu praising you a few times! ]

If the guess is true.

Chu Yan now has another way to advance.

I usually brush scumbags, and occasionally I brush weird ones.

Anyway, both are inherently disgusting and greasy.

It doesn't look like a human.

Not much.

System sighed: [If I practiced the Taixuan Sutra, I would plant all the strange things in my backyard. This thing is just like Tremella, donkey-hide gelatin, and snow clam, it is very nutritious. ]

Chu Yan's mind is calm.

[Raising strange creatures? Maybe someone has already done so. 】

Twenty years ago, the murderer disappeared from Huaqing University.

Chu Xuan found the clue of Taixuan Sutra two months ago and was injured afterwards.

Could these two things be related?

A conspiracy spanning twenty years is so bizarre and difficult to discern.

Chu Yan would not spare the time to think about people and things that were far beyond his ability.

After returning to Chu’s house.

Chu Yan dialed 110 directly to report the incident.

"Hello, I want to submit important evidence to the police. It's about the disappearance of Li Mianmian two weeks ago."

"What?" Chu Yan raised his voice: "It has been merged with the strange case? I remember there are still two hours left in the prosecution deadline."

"You mean, the Wushu Association exerted pressure? In a state of emergency, police forces should not be wasted on unimportant civil cases..."

Chu Yan hung up the phone.

The system was a little frustrated: [That was the physical evidence we got back with great difficulty. ]

Chu Yan looked out the window at the heavy rain, his voice without any emotion:

【Since we cannot take legal action. 】

[I can only solve it in my own way. ]

S City Martial Arts Association.

Chen Songyu was furious in the office.

The coffee cup fell to the ground and shattered.

His face was livid.

He said nothing while venting his violence, but this silence made Zheng Guangzu, who was standing next to him, even more timid.

Fortunately, Chen Songyu only beats women and never hits his subordinates.

Zheng Guangzu comforted himself that from this perspective, Chen Songyu could be considered a good object of loyalty.

He remembered that two weeks ago, when he dragged Li Mianmian out of the back door of the Martial Arts Association, the young woman gave him nightmares for several days.

He couldn't help but think of the girl he had just seen in this office.

So gentle, so beautiful.

Death at the hands of a strange creature might be a blessing for her.

No need to be beaten by Chen Songyu——

In the office floor filled with porcelain shards and suffocating silence.

Chen Songyu finally returned to normal.

He walked out of that tyrannical and vicious temperament.

He took a bottle of red wine from the cupboard.

He motioned the two subordinates to sit down.

Zheng Guangzu was terrified and was about to open a glass of wine for the young master, but unexpectedly, Chen Songyu took the initiative to pour him a glass.

Chen Songyu unbuttoned his shirt and returned to normal. He looked neither disappointed nor decadent, but with his usual elegance.

It's like a young man who just broke up with his love, getting together with his brothers to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

If Chu Yan were here, he would find that Chen Songyu's expression and movements were exactly the same as the day he broke up with Xu Zhilan.

Chen Songyu took a sip of wine first:

"I really like her."

"I also bought her a cheongsam. She is so beautiful, and she is the most suitable to wear a cheongsam. When I took her to get her tailored, you may not imagine how many passers-by looked in from the window, and they were reluctant to leave after seeing her."

"She is so graceful and elegant. No one would dislike her like this."

There was some warmth in Chen Songyu's eyes, as if he had returned to the day when he and Chu Yan met by chance in the coffee shop.

The more vividly he described it.

Zheng Guangzu became more and more frightened and dared not move.

Then, the next sentence made his heart stop.

Chen Songyu lowered his eyes, and his rough calloused lips gently stroked the glass: "Unfortunately, just now, she was torn to pieces by the strange ghost. Tell me, how did she die?"

Zheng Guangzu: "Yes, it was because of an accident."

Chen Songyu raised his head and looked at his two pale-faced subordinates: "Maybe she was killed by you."

"Because you said things you shouldn't have said."

outside the window.

The rainstorm came suddenly and rapidly.

In the room, Chen Songyu looked at his two dogs with disgust and disappointment.

An underling said something hastily.

Chen Songyu was not satisfied.

He looked at Zheng Guangzu again: "Zheng Ling is at the golf course in the western suburbs."

Zheng Guangzu's calves were shaking: "I'll go tell my dad right now, he will definitely give it to me, he will definitely give it to me!"

After a long time.

Chen Songyu agreed slowly.

He poured a thin layer of red wine for both of them: "Have another glass and send her off."

Chen Songyu saw them off.

He was wearing a dark suit and holding a dark umbrella, like a young widower covered with a mask from a movie in the last century. His frowned brows and lonely eyes attracted extra sympathy from women.

That’s how he captured Xu Zhilan.

Then Chu Yan was captured in the Shanhai Bar.

Outside the Wushu Association.

There was an SUV parked there.

Henry Chu was sitting in the car.

Looking at Chen Songyu coldly.

The reason Chu Yan was able to get away with it after contradicting him was because she gave him something.

Xiaopeng Motors' driving recorder.

It clearly showed that Chen Songyu's subordinates had tampered with the car in which Chu Nuannuan was sitting.

Chu Xuan's gaze, as cold and sticky as a poisonous snake, was fixed on the young man in the distance.

"Do it."

at the same time.

Chen Songyu walked back to the Wushu Association in the heavy rain.

There was a faint sadness floating around him.

There is also some inexplicable reluctance.

In every sense, Chu Yan stepped on his aesthetics.

He turned on his phone.

He wanted to look back at the messages Chu Yan had sent him before he died——

Then his expression suddenly changed.

I almost crushed the phone screen.

[Input] is displayed on the opposite side.

How can a dead person be typing?

Absolutely not.

The monster he sent out had clearly devoured several people, so it would never fail!

opposite.

Chu Yan finished inputting.

Just four short words.

Those four words seemed to have crawled out from hell.

【Do you miss me?】