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C4 Back Kill

Ling Feitong was annoyed. He sat on the luxurious bed and tried to open the terminal. Luckily, the terminal didn't have a password, it only needed a fingerprint to unlock it.

Just as he opened it, he received a message.

— Did you get it?

The radar in Ling Feitong's head suddenly stood up. He looked at this unfamiliar number, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment before replying, "No."

The number quickly replied: "How is that possible? You already entered his bedroom today, and as long as you have physical contact with him, his whole body will be paralyzed. What the hell are you doing? "

Paralysis after contact?

Ling Feitong quickly thought of a drug, the AR type poison.

After half an hour, the poison will be released from the skin. This kind of gas is colorless and tasteless, as long as someone touches the skin they will immediately feel as if they have been drugged and become limp. They are like lambs that will be slaughtered.

So far, the number of people who could withstand the poison of the AR subtype was zero.

Ling Feitong's brain buzzed. A type of AR poison was a method of mutual destruction. Within two hours after the poison was activated, if the person taking the drug didn't get the antidote, the poison would attack the heart and cause death.

"F * ck!" Ling Feitong cursed, jumped up from the bed and replied: "The situation has changed. We'll talk about it later."

Regardless of whether the opponent was a human or a ghost, he couldn't care less after throwing down those words.

How much hatred must he have, in order to think of such a despicable method to deal with Mo Jiahua!

Ling Feitong quickly ran towards the door, accidentally stepped on the yarn clothes that dragged on the ground, and almost tripped himself. Ling Feitong quickly ran towards the door, accidentally stepped on the yarn clothes that dragged on the ground, and almost tripped himself.

Ling Feitong passed through the long passage. While the guards were still looking straight ahead, he ran towards the main building, which he had just left.

This body probably never went through any professional endurance training. After running for less than a thousand meters, Ling Feitong was already panting heavily.

Of course, no one was allowed to run around recklessly in Mo Jiahua's castle, but Ling Feitong was too fast, and his expression was too anxious. Plus, no one had ever encountered this kind of thing before, so no one thought of stopping him until Ling Feitong arrived in front of Mo Jiahua's bedroom door while gasping for breath.

"Open up! Open up!" Ling Feitong shouted loudly while leaning on the door.

Mo Jiahua's door was opened by someone from the inside.

Ling Feitong instinctively fell forward, and just as he was about to fall into Mo Jiahua's body, the guy calmly moved to the side at the moment of their intimate contact.

"Holy sh * t!" Ling Feitong fell to the ground in an ungraceful manner. Fortunately, there was a thick layer of high-end carpet, so Ling Feitong didn't let him touch it.

Ling Feitong cursed Mo Jiahua in his heart for being stingy, so he climbed up from the ground. He breathed heavily as he looked at the man with a displeased expression on his face, and said, "There is one thing I need to be honest about."

Under Mo Jiahua's gaze, which was cold enough to kill, Ling Feitong swallowed his words and braced himself: "I seem to have been poisoned."

Mo Jiahua glanced at his face and said: "Calvin."

Housekeeper Calvin came out from behind him and respectfully said: "Yes, Your Highness."

Ling Feitong thought that this matter would attract Mo Jiahua's attention and decided to honestly tell him who the person who contacted him was — after all, even though he and Mo Jiahua had divorced, but no matter what, Ling Feitong was a person who loved the old, so he didn't mind helping his predecessor get out of danger.

However, Mo Jiahua didn't seem to care.

He turned and left.

Only then did Ling Feitong notice that Mo Jiahua was wearing clean clothes and a black military uniform wrapped around his tall and perfect body. From behind, Ling Feitong could only think of one word — —

The silhouette of the back killed.

What a man, Ling Feitong thought.

What he liked the most wasn't Mo Jiahua's face that was beautiful to the point where the entire Red River Galaxy sighed, but Mo Jiahua's back. This figure seemed to be able to shield him from the wind and the rain, propping up the entire sky.

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