: Shocking the whole audience

"boss!"

Li Hao was shocked.

Unexpectedly, Guan Min actually joined in.

Wang Hui was tied tightly by Song Qian, and he grabbed Song Qian's right arm with both hands, trying to pull it away so that he could breathe smoothly.

However, Song Qian had reached the point of madness, gritting her teeth, her eyes widened, and her face turned red.

It seemed that if she used even a little bit of strength, her blood vessels would burst and die.

At this point, life and death are really a clear view.

The knife in Guan Min's hand is about to fall on Wang Hui's head.

With one knife, Wang Hui will undoubtedly die.

Time seems to slow down again.

The hard practice of this period finally played a role at this moment.

Wang Hui kicked the ground suddenly with his feet and fell backwards.

At this moment, behind him was Song Qian who formed a cross lock.

Amid her shocked expression, her back was directly patted on the ground.

"puff!"

Song Qian spit out a mouthful of blood.

This caused her internal organs to be violently shocked.

However, due to inertia, her hands and feet still swayed Wang Hui's body.

Guan Min was stunned for less than a second and slashed her hard.

Wang Hui rolled on the spot and twisted his body halfway.

"puff!"

The knife slashed Song Qian's left arm.

Song Qian screamed, and her hands finally let go of Wang Hui's neck.

The air instantly rushed into Wang Hui's nasal cavity.

He was like a drowning person who had just floated to the surface, and he was so greedy that he took a big breath of air.

However, in the blink of an eye, Song Qian roared and rode on him again.

"Wang Hui!"

Song Qian's face was ferocious, and there was blood spilling out of her teeth, and she looked extremely terrifying.

Because her left arm was injured, she could not pinch Wang Hui's neck with both hands.

She bent down and used all the weight of her right arm and body to jamm Wang Hui's throat.

The two people's faces are less than thirty centimeters apart.

Wang Hui could see the surging hatred in Song Qian's eyes.

"Wang Hui, go to die!"

Guan Min pounced on him again, raising his knife and slashing him again.

Wang Hui, in despair, let out a shocking roar.

He raised his left hand hard and grabbed the sharp blade.

The palm was cut in an instant.

Blood rushes out.

It flowed down Wang Hui's arm.

The two women, each exerted their full strength and wanted to kill Wang Hui, but he was able to get back to the fragile balance by him.

"Sister Qian, kill him!"

Guan Min shouted hard.

Upon hearing this, Song Qian burst out with a fierce ruthlessness. Her feet tightly clamped the ground, and her right forearm was like a guillotine. She cut her hard, trying to suffocate Wang Hui.

Wang Hui saw deep hatred in the other party's pupils.

He let go of his right hand that resisted Song Qian's body weight and grabbed the legs of the glasses.

Draw out!

prick!

"ah!"

Song Qian let out a shrill cry.

In the glasses that Hu Jiudao gave to Wang Hui, the sharp metal thorn hidden pierced Song Qian's left eyeball, deeply penetrated into the other party's brain.

Song Qian's body stiffened and her head trembled uncontrollably, as if it was Parkinson's attack.

On the eyeball, it seemed like a faucet was opened, and blood splashed out directly.

"Huh..." Song Qian's throat made a sound of unknown significance. She straightened her upper body with great strength, raised her right hand tremblingly, and slowly approached her left eye.

It seemed that she wanted to pull the thorn out.

The end of the thorn is the last hook structure of the glasses, which is close to the outside of the eyelid.

The metal thorn body, about twenty centimeters, has all entered her brain.

When the hand is lifted halfway, it is unable to hang down.

The air in her chest was squeezed out little by little.

In front of me was my brother's smile.

Then, it is transformed into that pair of parents who have no feelings for them.

As the picture changed, she seemed to be back at the door of her house, with firewood piled up randomly, a stinking pigpen, a grandmother who sat at the door, but could only hold the soles of her shoes... and the yellow dog that barked day and night.

The picture quickly turns from color to black and white.

Then pieces of shatter and become nothingness.

Song Qian died on the spot.

"Sister Qian! Ah!"

Guan Min screamed like a ghost.

The blood in the body freezes instantly.

Song Qian, that was her only spiritual support in her life.

Over the years, the two have been relying on each other and have been through extremely difficult times.

Today, after they plan to solve Wang Hui, they will go abroad for the rest of their life and stay away from domestic troubles.

A bright future, wave to them again.

But who would have thought that the God of Death was actually hidden in that light?

As they ran towards the future, the god of death waved his sickle and cut off Song Qian's head.

Song Qian, riding on Wang Hui, with her upper body straightened and her head leaned back.

The posture is very ambiguous.

However, the truth is very tragic.

Her brain tissue was completely destroyed by a thorn, and life had left her body.

"Wang Hui! Try to death!"

Stimulated by Song Qian's death, Guan Min's full potential burst out and a knife was pulled out of Wang Hui's hand.

Hold the knife handle with both hands, raise it over your head, and then you will slash it down again.

"Bang!"

The gunshots.

Everyone present was stunned.

Wang Hui, raised his arm with the gun in his right hand.

A trace of blue smoke emerged from the muzzle.

"Dang!"

The knife lands.
To be continued...