Chapter 472 The color is darker than here

   Wiping his face, his palms were instantly wet.

  Jun Gu Chang breathed a sigh of relief.

  How could you have such a dream? The little guy was obviously with him every day.

  But suddenly, he froze all over, twisted his neck mechanically, and turned his head to look at the sofa in the ward.

  The bulge there was empty at the moment.

  His breath stagnated, and the panic that lingered and rose from the depths of his heart swept up again.

   people? ! Why not? !

  Jun Gu only felt a chill down his spine.

  Picked off the quilt and got out of bed, but fell to the ground with a bang.

  The corners of his eyes were red, and he struggled to get up. Jiang Xiying, who had just entered, saw this scene, his expression changed, and he walked around the end of the bed and strode forward.

   "What are you doing? I don't know if my leg injury has not healed yet?"

  Borrowing Jiang Xiying's strength to stand up, Jun Gu's complexion was ugly, with panic at the end of his eyes, he grabbed Jiang Xiying: "Where is the little guy? Where is she?"

  Jiang Xiying was startled when he saw his expression like this, then frowned and looked into the sofa beside him: "Nine mute? Isn't she..."

   Unexpectedly, there was no one there.

  His words stopped abruptly.

   "Oh no, what about people?"

   "So, you haven't seen her?" Jun Gu's face was so dark that he seemed to be hiding ice **** when he spoke.

Came back to his senses, Jiang Xiying paused, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, maybe she went out for a walk, such a big living person can't just disappear all at once! Let's not make a fuss Already!"

  Not in the ward, maybe somewhere else, such as going for a walk, or going to the toilet.

  Jiang Xiying tried to help the person to the hospital bed: "It's better if you're injured, sit down first, I'll make a call and ask."

  His words made some sense, Jun Gu sat back on the bed with a cold face, but he refused to put his feet back.

   It's just a pair of eyes fixed on Jiang Xiying's movements.

  A moment later, Jiang Xiying, who was still calm, changed his face, took off the mobile phone from his ear, and looked at him: "Jiu Mu, I didn't answer..."

   It rang for a while, then hung up automatically.

   "Wait, I'm typing one up to try."

  He dialed again, same result.

  Rao found a reason before, Jiang Xiying is also a little uncertain at the moment.

   Gong Jiuan never had such a situation.

   "Well, maybe Jiuan is downstairs or in a nearby park..."

   Clutching his stuffy chest, Jun Gu pursed his thin lips, and the emotion in his eyes became more and more gloomy: "Go and investigate!"

  Intuition told him that Gong Jiu's disappearance could not be as simple as going out for a walk.

   "Knock knock—"

  There was a knock on the door, and the two looked over at the same time. The female nurse who knocked on the door felt a chill down her spine from the sight of the two, and even the words she uttered became a little stuttering:

   "On the 21st, a gentleman is looking for you."

  The two looked at each other, and Jiang Xiying said, "Please come in, thank you!"

  The female nurse turned sideways, and a man appeared at the door.

  A middle-aged man, he seemed to be in his forties or fifties, his hair was silvery white, his face was wrinkled, and he was obviously old.

   What made Jiang Xiying and Jun Gu frown was the smell of blood on this man.

   On his face, there were faint spots of dried blood, and under the blue sky and white sun, one could feel a strange coolness.

  Brought people up, the female nurse quickly slipped away.

  Old Tang walked into the ward, walked to the end of the bed only three or two steps away from the two, and finally stopped under the vigilant eyes of the two.

   Then, he bowed heavily.

   "Hey old man, why do you bow when you see people?" Jiang Xiying was frightened by this sudden move, and immediately took a step back, thinking that he might have met a lunatic.

  Only Jun Gu, his eyes are dark, and his eyes are bottomless.

   "Mr., what do you want me for?"

   "I..." Where the man lowered his head, two crystals dripped from the air, as if filled with sadness: "Come and ask you, help our young master."

  Jiang Xiying looked at this strange old man with doubts on his face.

  What young master? Is the name Young Master so bad now? Chaos is a young master who comes out alone?

  The air freezes.

  The temperature drops suddenly.

  The person sitting on the edge of the bed slowly stood up, and Jiang Xiying stepped forward to support him in a daze.

   Taking a deep breath, Jun Gu gritted his molars and paused every word: "Tell me, who do you want me to help?"

  Old Tang's raised eyes were red, his wrinkled face showed his old appearance: "Please, help our young master!"

  Morocco, his only solution now is to find Jun Gu.

  The main family has already fallen into the hands of the side branch, even if Gu Qi, who is still in the capital, is called to come to Morocco, it is already too late.

   Finding Jun Gu is the fastest shortcut.

  The conversation has come to this point, no matter what it is, there is no need to check it.

  A fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, blood bloomed in mid-air, and Jun Gu's lips were stained with deep red, making his already sickly face even paler and more fragile.

  Jun-colored face, because of that bright and charming face.

   "A Gu!"

  Jiang Xiying's pupils shrank.

  He turned his head to look at the person standing not far away, his eyes were red: "Who the **** are you? Why do you ask us to help you?! Also, what do you mean by what you said?!"

  Jiang Xiying gritted her teeth.

  Why is it just a request that makes Jun Gu so angry.

  Looking down for a moment, Old Tang raised his eyelids to look at him: "I come from the Gu family, our young master is called Gu Mu."

   "Alias, Gong Jiuyin."

  Boom—

  When the last name came out, Jiang Xiying was like thunder and lightning.

  If you are struck by thunder, you will be terrified.

   "You, what did you say?"

   "Our young master is your friend, Gong Jiuan."

  His brain buzzed, and he stood there motionless like a log, staring at the opposite person with his eyes blank.

   Opening her lips, Jiang Xiying found herself unable to speak.

  The young master of the Gu family is called Gu'an, Gu'an is the master of Gu'an, and Gong Jiu'an is Gu'an.

   Several names kept spinning in his brain, and finally he came to a conclusion—Gong Jiuan, the Lord of the Ancients.

  Jiang Xiying felt that her world had become a fantasy.

  Gong Jiuyin, how could he be the Lord of the Ancients?

   Hasn't she always been at odds with Gu Shi?

  Old Tang understood his reaction clearly.

  Ordinary people know that the Gu family of Yinmen is already a leader in the information industry, let alone know its owner?

   But at this moment, he didn't have the spare energy to appreciate the shocking scene brought up by his master, what he had was just full of anxiety.

  He went to see Jun Gu: "Mr. Jun, I have arrived at your place as fast as possible, time waits for no one."

  Raising his hand to wipe off the sticky color at the corner of his mouth, Jun Gu raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

   Inside, there is pervasive danger.

   Seeing this, Old Tang's heart froze.

   "Take me there."

  He told him firmly, the emotion in his eyes was terrifying.

  A person like Gong Jiuhan, how could something happen suddenly? I'm afraid it's not that simple!

  But even though they rushed to the suburbs as fast as they could, when they arrived, there was only silence left.

  And, the **** walls and floors.

   hints at what kind of fighting took place here.

   "Look at this, there are not many people..."

  The moment Jiang Xiying saw the scene, apart from being shocked and amazed, there was also disbelief at such a place exuding a strong smell of blood.

  Colleague, he has also seen more clearly the horror of the so-called family power struggle.

   This is the so-called upper-class giants, which will never reach the point.

   It is even more conceivable that under such a throne of power, how gorgeous it is, how gorgeous the blood is piled up.

   There is a saying that sitting on a high place is too cold, and those who stand on a high place face countless covetousness.

  These covets are enough to make a person doomed and die without bones.

  Old Tang came back again, his legs lost strength and he fell to the ground, his face was ashen and defeated: "Young master..."

  He originally thought that he could arrive in time.

  Even though Gong Jiu told him not to come back, he still rushed back.

   But it's still too late...

   All of this is his fault.

"Young master, when all the dust settles, I will definitely pay for my mistakes and make atonement," he struggled to stand up, muttering to himself: "You wait for me, hold me right away, and I will do as you said, right away ..."

  Five fingers tightened suddenly, pinching into the palm, Jun Gu sniffed the disgusting **** smell in his nose, and there was fear and powerlessness in his night eyes that he hadn't even noticed.

  The voice was hoarse: "A Ying, something happened to her..."

   "In my dream, she was standing in a field of red," he pointed to the front, turned his head, his eyes were bloodshot: "The color is even darker than here."

  (end of this chapter)