The voice sounded very familiar.

It seems that I just heard it at the banquet.

He Hui frowned. The moment he opened the door, he did not have time to look at the big bed in the room. Instead, he directly cast his gaze on the diagonally opposite bay window.

The bay window that should have been properly closed was now wide open.

Tan Qing was still wearing the small suit at the family dinner, with a light purple bow tied slantingly.

At this time, Tan Qing turned half-side from the window, shaking her legs swayingly.

And he showed him a very kind smile: "He Lao San, who is my cub?"

He Hui was startled and looked straight at Tan Qing who was sitting on the window: "Mr. Tan, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"What's wrong with this?"

Tan Qing flipped in from the window frame sensitively, shook the dust on her clothes, and sucked the tip of her nose, "The smell of milk from the little fat cub is here, where did you hide my cub?"

It's already night.

No lights were turned on in the room, only pale moonlight spilled on the dusty ground through the open bay window.

The face of the person standing opposite looked relaxed and vivid, and even his mouth was smiling.

What I said doesn't seem to be a big problem at first glance.

He Huiqiang suppressed the panic in his heart and was about to speak perfunctorily. He opened his mouth, but stopped abruptly.

He even forgot to reply for a while, but walked to the window in two hurried steps.

Through the brighter and brighter glass reflected by moonlight—

He Hui saw the quiet moat next to the window.

The villa area in this area is built outside the sixth ring, backed by mountains and rivers, and Fengshui Liuhe has taken a good position.

And for this set of He Hui, because of the extra instigation of Ye Ye who was too old in the past, he chose the best one in the villa area.

Linhe Guanshan.

Leaning against the window, there is a moat nearly eighty meters wide without the slightest gap.

And at this time in the interplay of street lights and moonlight.

He Hui looked into the moat.

No boat, no oars, no wind and no waves.

However, Tan Qing's whole set of clothes, except for the bow tie a little bit crooked, are all neat and tidy as if they had just left the banquet hall.

He left early from the He’s old house and drove there.

There was no trace of another car in the yard when he came up.

Only for a moment.

He Hui felt a thin layer of cold sweat leaking out of his back.

And Tan Qing didn't feel the psychological shadow that she had brought to human beings at all, she just turned around in the room again, and then glanced at He Hui unhappily: "I'll ask you one last time, where is my bastard? "

After just confirming that there was nothing to lean on outside the window, a terrible conjecture arose in He Hui's heart.

At this time, Tanqing spoke again.

He Hui was stiff all over, and before his thoughts could react, he blurted out loudly: "I don't know, I didn't steal your child! I really don't know!"

Will die.

If you admit it, you will definitely be killed.

The cool light reflected Tan Qing's delicate profile, and there was an indescribable scent of coldness.

Between the rapid operation of the brain.

He Hui suddenly remembered what he had asked when he visited the master: "Master Yan, forgive me to ask one more question. Since you can take the child away under surveillance, why do you still confess that I must support Tan Qing? It's impossible. Is he better than surveillance cameras?"

How did Master Yan answer...

Correct.

no answer.

A sudden pain suddenly awakened He Hui's mind.

He lowered his head.

Seeing that a sharp claw broke open his originally flat chest easily.

The blood spewed out immediately.

Scarlet.

All splashed on the fair and beautiful face of the opposite person.

Tan Qing stretched out her tongue to lick the blood at the corner of her mouth, and then retracted her tongue in disgust.

He tilted his head and looked at He Hui with a smile: "Hey, does it hurt?"

He Hui: "..."

After the first pain that really pierced the lungs, the torn chest and abdomen ushered in a brief period of numbness.

He Hui's face was as pale as paper, staring at the **** tear, his whole body was shaking and opened his mouth: "Forgive me, spare my life..."

Tan Qing withdrew her hand in a face-to-face manner, shook the blood on her hand a few times, and licked her finger to her lips: "Good. Then what do you want to say?"

He Hui's eyes were full of bright red blood. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover the irregular wound on his chest, breathing hard: "Help me...ambulance..."

Tan Qing licked the blood on one hand cleanly, shook his head, and said sincerely: "I don't want to listen to this."

He Hui's breathing was stagnant, his eyes widened in disbelief, he took a few breaths, and suddenly said, "I said! I said... Your son was taken away by Master Yan. Originally, he should have been here! I am! I don’t know why no one!"

It is impossible to stop the bleeding from the wounds cut out by the claws.

The blood quickly penetrated into the clothes around He Hui's wound, and then over his thick fingers, winding down the ground.

He Hui couldn't support it, he knelt down against the wall and his legs softened: "Please! Please let me go! I won't dare anymore! Daxian! Please let me go this time!"

"But I am not Daxian."

Tan Qing smiled and sat cross-legged across from He Hui.

The blood stains splashed on his face have not been wiped off, and he looked at He Hui with his fingers on his chin, and squeezed the corners of his mouth. "Did you drop the contents of that glass of He Mingyu? It's poison, it's so terrible." "

He Hui was taken aback for a moment, and his already pale paper face became paler: "Did you drink it?"

He thought something went wrong in the middle.

The cup of cyanide poison fell into He Mingyu's hands.

Tan Qing bared his teeth, showing eight white teeth: "Yes, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

I don't know if it is due to excessive blood loss or too much fear.

He Hui could no longer tell whether his body temperature was dropping sharply or the surrounding environment was dropping due to the cool night.

He shuddered, and even his upper and lower teeth trembled: "You... won't be poisoned..."

Tan Qing nodded honestly: "Yes. I will have a stomachache...but your poison is too ordinary, not as poisonous as the arsenic that the villagers gave me more than 800 years ago."

None, the arsenic of 800 years ago was so poisonous.

Eight hundred years ago.

There is no longer any moment of fear, and it feels more terrifying than it is now.

The severe blood loss has caused He Hui to lose his sober sanity, but the excessive panic has caused He Hui to constantly pull himself back to reality on the edge of pain.

The person in front of—

No, maybe it can't be called a person at all.

He Hui's blood-stained hands supported the ground hard, supporting his large and fat body, and began to try to move to the door of the room like self-help.

Tan Qing watched He Hui's body spread a long blood mark on the dusty ground with great interest, and suddenly said, "He Laosan, I told you not to bully He Mingyu before, right?"

Every centimeter of He Hui's advance seemed extremely difficult, and his heavy breathing gradually dispersed in the quiet villa.

Seeing that He Hui did not answer.

Tan Qing could only pat his **** to stand up, and ran to He Hui, kicking him: "That's right? I warned you twice before, don't mess up!"

These two kicks are not heavy, purely as if to attract attention.

He Hui had already lost his strength and was curled up on the ground, with his hands full of blood and dust on his chest: "Please, God, Daxian... Please forgive me once, and I will never dare anymore... I..."

Tan Qing knelt down and stopped in front of He Hui: "Hey, okay. Then I'll give you one last chance. He Laosan, where's my baby?"

The eyes are facing each other.

He Hui saw no trace of warmth and indifference from Tan Qing's dark gray pupils.

It was a pair of beast-like eyes.

There is no compassion, no sympathy and humanity.

The blood in his throat was pulled up, and He Hui tasted the smell of his own blood.

A large amount of blood foam poured out from the corners of He Hui's mouth, his hands and feet twitched twice, and his voice weakened: "I... I will contact, Master Yan will help you find it, you will help me! Help me! I will definitely help. , Help you get your son back..."

"Tsk."

Tan Qing put out her tongue and smiled with interest, "He Hui, do you know the big demon?"

There seemed to be a whistling noise in He Hui's ears, and he could not hear the people in front of him clearly: "Wh, what..."

Holding He Hui's neckline, Tan Qing easily lifted the person up, and whispered softly: "Great demon, it means those spirits who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years are bloodthirsty and vicious."

There was a slight pause.

Tan Qing leaned close to He Hui's ear: "But the big demon has always been alone, with thin heirs. So there is a habit of protecting the cubs."

He Hui twitched a few times, but was unable to break away from the strength of Tan Qing's hands.

Tan Qing carried the person who was about two hundred catties on her shoulders, and then slowly turned around in the room, removing a stool leg.

The extremely skillful pointed teeth quickly gnawed the stool legs out of a triangular slope.

Then cut out a piece of the marble floor by hand.

Drill drill drill drill drill drill.

Succeeded in making fire.

All the combustibles in the room were ignited, and a slender and flexible white fox leaped out of the bay window lightly with only a few breaths of He Hui on his back.

Not far from the moat is the forest on the front of the villa area.

The forest was densely luxuriant, and even the moonlight was mostly obscured.

Tan Qing threw He Hui into the bushes and swished up the tree.

Seeing that the person should have stopped breathing, he sincerely folded his hands together: "Ah, he lost too much blood because he robbed my cubs. I didn't kill him, nor did he eat people! "

After reading it.

Tan Qing sniffed and slipped down the tree.

Although it can be transformed into a human form, the monsters hardly rely on mere sight to determine their position.

Tan Qing was able to find this place from the old house of the He family all the way because of the little monster smell on Tanjiji.

Of course, there is also the sweet smell of imported milk.

And when he was in the villa, Tan Qing could smell it.

Following the aura, the extremely sensitive white fox re-judged its position and jumped over several clusters of trees.

After another turn.

Finally saw a small white figure.

I was wronged and shrunk under the roots of the big tree, and grouped myself in a small group.

The pure white fur was a bit dirty because it was soiled or wet by rain.

The pink and tender little nose was wet, two small front paws were buried under his stomach, and even the only small tail was curled up.

The very standard Fox brand hen squatted.

Tan Qing jumped down from the tree, landed next to Tanjiji, stretched out her paw to pat the little fat cub: "Cub, get up, the little wild cat squats like this, we can't squat like this."

Tan Jiji's **** and shiny eyes were filled with water, and his voice was dumb, and he said in a very low voice: "Ba Ba, cubs are hungry..."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing, who had eaten the last big white rabbit toffee, was extremely guilty for a moment: "Well, Dad will take you to eat delicious food now."

Tan Qing said, lowering her head, and skillfully picked up the nape of her cub's neck.

The white and tender little **** has just been picked up—

Tan Qing was about to lift her paws and start running, when she suddenly found that the place where Tan Chi was picked up was under the belly of the little fat cub.

A hare with brown fur seems to have been crushed to death, with more air intake and less air.

As the little fat cub was taken away.

The hapless hare finally took a deep breath and erected its ears again.

It may be that the leg was injured, and he was trying to leave the scene of the case bounced and bound.

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing put the little boy down again, overjoyed and said: "Boy, have you learned how to catch rabbits?"

Although Tan Jiji didn't know what a rabbit was, he still followed Tan Qing's gaze very sensibly.

After thinking about it again, he replied very obediently: "Rabbit... Crisp..."

A clear breath came from another tree.

Tan Qing turned around.

Yan Mu has changed back to a dark men's suit, with star-shaped eyebrows and a long stature.

At this moment, he leaned on the trunk of an old tree and bent a smile at Tanqing: "Qingqing, your son is not like you at all. Rabbits won't catch them and don't go with people. He will be there. Squatting and waiting for Dad."