Chapter 570 A Killer Who Doesnt Look Like A Killer At All (1/2)

If Lancy had to describe him, he would be so beautiful! He was more like a flower in the greenhouse than a cold and ruthless killer.

Although it was not appropriate to describe a boy with flowers.

But it was suitable to describe this person.

The boy... Lancy was not sure whether she should call him a man or a boy! His temperament was incredibly clean.

As the enemies couldn't move, Lancy looked at the man vigilantly. The man narrowed his eyes, and his expression gradually softened from the original sternness, which was replaced by confusion, doubt and disbelief.

Lancy saw the expression on that man's face.

Lancy was confused. At this moment, the man suddenly asked, ”Sister?”

It was supposed to be a tense scene, but because of the sudden call of ”sister”, the atmosphere suddenly changed. She became a little incoherent, which was really annoying.

Lancy didn't know what to say. Her lips twitched. She touched her ears subconsciously. Did she hear it wrong?

Sister?

”Sister, is it really you?” All hostility was gone, and her clear black eyes had already curled into a seam, as harmless as a pet dog.

His eyes, smile and eyebrows were full of trust.

Frowning slightly, Lancy tilted her head and looked at him up and down. She stared at his face, as if, it was a little familiar? ”Sister, are you calling me?”

The man was stunned. He blinked his eyes and rushed straight to Lancy, regardless of the wounds on his body.

If it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured and his weapon had been thrown away, Lancy would have kicked him... She knew the basic sense of defense and self-defense.

God knew how hard she endured the moment the man pounced on her.

”Sister, don't you remember me?” The man frowned with some injuries. He looked at Lancy up and down, as if he wanted to see a flower on her face.

Seeing that Lancy still didn't respond, he twitched the corners of his mouth in disappointment. ”It seems that what they said is true. Sister, do you really remember nothing? I'm Francis. Have you really forgotten me? ”

Francis? Lancy's eyes flashed, and memories related to this name surged out.

The man who called himself Francis scratched his ear, not caring about the wound that hadn't been stopped bleeding at all. The dazzling blood seeped out like money, but he acted as if nothing had happened.

But the joy of reunion did not hurt him at all.

Looking at his pale face, Lancy couldn't bear to look straight at him.

Lancy was still trying to find her memory, while Francis squatted down. He looked up, his eyes full of expectation. ”At that time, Francis was this tall! Sister, do you remember? ”