My Reborn Wife Has Supernatural Powers

Although she did not have the desire to kill, she was trying her best to adapt to the law of survival in this world.    

But if she provoked her again and again, she would not have so much patience.    

Xiao Yumin did not speak again, as if she had received some kind of stimulation and shock. Her eyes stared blankly ahead.    

Xiao Chang'an walked back to the arena and suddenly stopped.    

In her mind, everything that she had sensed just now began to replay in her mind.    

No wonder she felt that something was not right. So it was like this!    

Her eyes changed. She immediately looked at Lo Yang's position, but found that Lo Yang was no longer there. A trace of anxiety appeared in her eyes, and she quickly walked towards Wenhu.    

At this time, on the upper floor of the villa.    

"Mr. Lo, please come in."    

The man in the suit brought Lo Yang into a room.    

This room had three floors inside and three floors outside.    

Lo Yang was led by this person into the room by the bodyguards on both sides of the door.    

"Mr. Lo, please take a seat."    

Lo Yang sat down on the sofa and looked at the one-eyed man sitting opposite him.    

The man in front of him was wearing a Tang suit. He should be around forty or fifty years old. One of his eyes was blind and he was wearing a black eyepatch.    

He did not look good, but he maintained a smile on his face. He always looked strange.    

Lo Yang curled his lips. "You are the organizer of this auction, right?"    

The one-eyed man looked at Lo Yang for a long time before he smiled and said, "So, you are the gentleman who bought all my items in one go."    

The clock on the wall was ticking.    

The auction hall began to fall into chaos.    

Everyone's nightmares seemed to have been opened, and everyone's consciousness began to become dizzy.    

"Where's Lo Yang?" Xiao Chang'an asked.    

Wenhu shook his head to wake himself up. "The young master was invited upstairs. He asked me to wait for you here."    

"How long has he been up there?" Xiao Chang'an asked in a deep voice.    

"About ten minutes?" Wenhu asked.    

Xiao Chang'an immediately went upstairs, and Wenhu followed closely.    

Xiao Chang'an rushed to the door of a room with more than a dozen bodyguards holding hands.    

The door was tightly shut. Seeing them appear, a bodyguard immediately stepped forward to stop them.    

"What are you doing!? You can't come up here!"    

Xiao Chang'an stretched her neck. Her eyes were cold. She grabbed the skirt of the evening gown. With a tearing sound, a long and cumbersome skirt was torn open!    

After throwing it away, she walked towards the door without saying a word.    

Seeing this, the bodyguards all surrounded her.    

"Stop! If you go any further, we'll be blamed for being rude!"    

Xiao Chang'an lifted her leg and gave a fierce kick. The bodyguard in front of her instantly flew backwards!    

Wenhu immediately followed.    

Soon, the two of them exchanged blows with the dozen bodyguards.    

After Xiao Chang'an dodged one of the bodyguards' attacks, she quickly attacked. With a "Ka" sound, she broke a person's neck!    

The sounds of fighting continued outside for a long time, as if it was going to smash the ground.    

Finally, the door was kicked open by Xiao Chang'an!    

The light in the room was a little dazzling, but the thick stench of blood seemed to have dyed the entire room into an incomparably dark hell.    

"Young Master!" Wenhu anxiously shouted.    

Xiao Chang'an frowned and looked at the scene in front of her.    

The corpses on the ground were strangely dead. Blood was splashing everywhere, stimulating people's senses.    

In the middle of the sofa in the room, Lo Yang, who was wearing a white suit, was pointing a gun at the one-eyed man's forehead.