Chapter 59: Blood-colored Rose

  "Baby, play with your uncle and I'll give you anything." After that, the driver suddenly pounced on her.

  The girl dodged to one side, but unfortunately the space inside the car was too small, and a corner of her skirt was pressed flat.

  Feeling something hard under his arm, the driver rummaged through the thick layers of skirt with a puzzled expression, and a small silver pistol appeared in his hand, causing his heart to skip a beat.

  Then he smiled again, after all, it's just a little girl, must be a toy gun.

  Just as I was about to throw away the toy gun in my hand, my face changed color. This weight and shape were unmistakable... a real gun!

  The girl stared at the driver's changing expression, raised her head and smiled sweetly, revealing her white teeth. "Uncle, it seems like you've seen something you shouldn't have..."

  As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp and mournful cry came from the car, but unfortunately, there was no one on the desolate road to hear it.

  On the soft seat were two small balls with blood and a small iron piece also with blood.

  The girl looked at the driver with empty eyes constantly overflowing with blood, her clear blue eyes carrying a hint of confusion. "Didn't uncle say he would give his eyes to me? Why are you crying now?"

  Just looked at her with that dirty gaze, really disgusting.

  The driver covered his eyes with a ferocious expression, constantly yelling and wildly hitting things.

  Just as they were about to collide with her skirt hem, the girl's delicate small nose wrinkled, she raised her small hand, and a silver light flashed by.

  Everything returns to calmness.

  A gentle breeze blew in the late afternoon, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

  Inside the empty taxi, only a middle-aged man's corpse remained, with fresh blood slowly flowing out of the bullet holes in his neck and eyes...

  Endless blackness envelops the entire sky, stars twinkling, night colors are enchanting.

  A quiet villa, lavender seems to have fallen asleep too, with residual fragrance lingering.

  A figure flashed by in the darkness, easily avoiding the cameras and bodyguards in the villa to arrive at the window on the second floor.

  The girl's slender figure appeared even more fragile under the thick princess dress, her face wore a purely beautiful smile, and two sweet dimples faintly visible in the darkness.

  The skirt is magnificent, like the ones worn by noble princesses in Western medieval times. A circle of lace-made bows adorned with small diamonds are embroidered on the hem, shimmering slightly as the skirt sways gently in the breeze.

  The girl is beautiful, no, should say very delicate.

  If one ignored the sinister glint in her eyes at that moment, she would be an angel who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world.

  Through the white muslin curtains blown by the wind, a slender figure can be vaguely seen inside. The girl is wearing a white silk nightgown and sits on the edge of the bed with her back to the window.

  In front of her was a white metal laptop, from the continuous sound of typing on the keyboard, it could be heard that she was typing very seriously.

  The girl's smile on her face became sweeter and sweeter, and a small white hand in the skirt took out a small flying dart and held it in her hand.

  His fingers trembled slightly as he was about to shoot out, but a pleasant voice came from the bedside, like heavenly music, with a very calm tone, as if muttering to himself.

  "Blood-red rose."

  The girl's body stiffened, and then she heard the other girl speak again.

  One of the members of M Organization, with a delicate and harmless appearance, petite figure, skilled in various hidden weapons, characterized by speed. When executing tasks to kill people, she never reveals any killing intent, the more dangerous the situation is, the sweeter her smile becomes. She is known as "Absolute Killer Lolita" among the Taoist community. At the age of eight, she was taken from an orphanage in Newcastle, England and brought into the organization for training. Now sixteen years old, having been active for two years, with countless kills under her belt, her only failed mission was in Vienna where she attempted to assassinate the leader of a local underground human trafficking ring, narrowly escaping death.

  Turning around, I unexpectedly saw the girl's sweet smile frozen on her face. Xiao Fengxue smiled and said, "Uh... let's talk about something more interesting next."

  "Her real name is Miluoke Strath, her hobbies are listening to music, cooking and thinking about various hidden weapons. She loves wearing princess dresses with lace, and will not wear combat uniforms unless absolutely necessary. She has over 500 dresses in the private villa of the organization's headquarters, and she usually wears various hidden weapons on her body, such as tiny knife blades, silver needles and handguns under her heavy lace skirt. The silver cuff on her hand can pop out a sharp blade with just a press of a button, and she habitually holds small knife blades in her mouth. What's most terrifying is the small silver ring on her left hand, which was made into a hidden weapon two years ago, containing many ant-sized metal pieces soaked in various poisons, capable of killing people without being detected."

  Upon hearing this, Milo's smile on his face completely shattered, and an unbelievable look appeared in the bottom of his blue eyes, his small mouth agape for half a day without uttering a single sound.

  It's rare to see her like this, Xiao Fengxue's lips curled up even more, and his voice was filled with a rich smile: "Am I right? Miss Miloko? Or should I say... Little Vivi."

  Milo lifted his skirt and walked closer to her, staring at this beautiful unfamiliar face in front of him, with wide eyes.

  In this world, there is only one person who accurately knows every hidden point of her concealed weapons, and that person calls her Xiao Weiwei...

  "Big Brother?"

  The next day, after five o'clock in the morning, the sky was gray and dark, and everything was quiet.

  The quiet air is filled with a cold fragrance, and the dull sky reveals a hint of mysterious light.

  It is said that every girl is born an angel, they like to descend before dawn, wearing white outer garments, with a pure smile into this world full of sin.

  Two delicate and beautiful girls were lying on the white bed sheet in a mess, one was spirited and the other was yawning continuously.

  "Vivian, that's enough." Xiao Fengxue leaned on the pillow with her eyes narrowed, her voice soft and fluffy.

  "Come on, let's keep chatting, it's not dawn yet." Miluo crawled to the head of the bed, blinked at her, and his bright blue eyes suddenly became watery. "Besides, tomorrow is the weekend anyway."

  Xiao Fengxue covered her forehead, heavens, who's going to take care of this little demon?

  She was already powerless to mock her overly vigorous energy.

  Last night, since she found out her identity, this little girl has been chattering with her all evening, fully expressing her intense curiosity and surprise that she is the daughter of the Xiao family. Plus, they haven't seen each other since they parted ways five months ago, so Miluo bombarded her with a barrage of questions.

  Among the ten elites of Shen Zu, she and Miroku had trained together and cooperated on several tasks. Although Miroku had never seen her true face, her feelings for Miroku were the best.

  Milo is a lovely mixed-blood girl who lost her memory in an accident at the age of nine. Since then, her world has become very simple, and apart from training and missions, she spends all her time in the small villa at headquarters doing things she likes.

  She envies her for having such a personality.

  Even if hands are stained with blood, one can still keep a heart as pure as ever.

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  Milo smiled sweetly, the dagger flashing cold light under the lamp: "Sister, don't forget to collect and recommend after reading, and also write a book review, okay? Those who finish reading and want to leave with a pat on their butt are not good kids, bad kids will be punished, hehe~"

  The cold wind blows by, and the fallen chrysanthemum flowers are tightly closed. The sisters hurry up to collect them.