"You will never be able to exercise the power of a husband again."
Qin Yuguan twisted around and took a wrong step. Yagyu's military spurs picked up the suit on his shoulders and stabbed across him. It was precisely because he was so proud of making Yamato the last Taiji in Japan that he never forgot to say a few words, so his movements were natural. It has to be slightly affected, but this gives Yagyu, who has always been known for his calmness, a chance. Being able to become a Silver Star Messenger in the Murasaki Group, which is full of talented people and crazy people, is not something that can be achieved by just relying on money and beauty. , you must also have the ability to capture fleeting opportunities.
What a pity! Seeing that the inevitable blow only broke through Qin Yuguan's suit, Yagyu screamed in his heart. At the same time, the military thorn in his hand was like a poisonous snake, spitting out a scarlet tongue, screaming and returning to the side. He wiped it away from Qin Yuguan's neck. The dizzy pain that passed through his lower body finally understood that Yamato would never be able to leap on a horse again. Instead, this heartbreaking pain aroused his last thoughts as a man. A hint of blood.
"Ouch..." A howl that sounded almost more violent than that of a wild wolf made Yamato act like a beast. He roared in a low voice, bent down, lowered his head, and opened his hands wide, trying desperately to pounce. Xiang Qin Yuguan. From now on, if you can no longer accompany a woman to watch the stars in front of the moon, what's the point of living? Why don't we all work together to serve the emperor and his old man!
People have potential, the key is to see when it can be stimulated. Now, Yamato's potential has been stimulated after becoming Taiji, and his speed at this time is several times faster than usual, even if Qin Yuguan's kick hit him right in the face, causing blood with white teeth to spurt out from his mouth, but he still didn't care, and rushed forward without knowing the pain or dodging, and hugged him with both hands. Qin Yuguan's waist was hugged hard. And Liu Sheng's military thorn cooperated at this time and was just right in front of Qin Yuguan's throat.
If you don’t die this time, then I will die! This is what Liu Sheng thought in his mind when he saw the military assassin about to stab Qin Yuguan’s throat. No one can block this slight blow, even if you are famous You can’t even touch Kyushu’s Dragon in July!
At this time, Yagyu seemed to see the triangular wound on Qin Yuguan's throat with blood pouring out, which made her eyes flash with fire-like enthusiasm. Although the success that was about to come was based on Yamato letting go regardless of life and death. I'll give it a try, but what does the death of others have to do with me? As long as I kill Long Teng Qiyue, as a warrior who loves martial arts as much as his life, it will be a great honor!!
Innocence, what is innocence?
Innocence refers to simplicity, simplicity, and childishness, and the most important characteristic is reflected in the simplicity of mind. And Yagyu is now a free spokesperson for the word innocence, although she does not want to admit it at all.
If Qin Yuguan is knocked down by Yagyu's stab like this, then he will not only insult the sacred title of 'Dragon Soaring', but he will also be greatly insulted by hand-picking him out of 2.3 million soldiers. The Chinese gold medal instructors. Moreover, if he couldn't avoid Yagyu's military stab just because Yamato hugged his waist tightly, he probably would have died countless times before.
At the moment when the military thorn was about to be smeared into his throat, Qin Yuguan flipped his wrist, like a poisonous dragon diving forward with its head held high, holding it close to his chest and coming out from an incredible angle. The screwdriver in his hand was in contact with the military thorn. The collision made a crisp sound, and then Liu Sheng felt his wrist holding the military spur go numb, and the military spur was swung away from Qin Yuguan's neck.
Missed!?
The inevitable blow was deflected in the blink of an eye. Liu Sheng was stunned for a moment. Before she could understand how the screwdriver in Qin Yuguan's hand could be turned up at this angle, her chest felt painful... She knew it clearly.
She felt that a sharp object like a nail was piercing her heart, which beat 80 times per minute. Then, all the strength disappeared with the sudden contraction of her heart... Then her eyes went dark, and the fish in her hometown
The river where her son was playing suddenly appeared in front of her.
Time seemed to be frozen by the north wind and snowflakes. Yagyu only heard a scream of extreme pain in his ears, and then he slowly leaned on someone.
After the screwdriver in Qin Yuguan's right hand accurately penetrated Yagyu's heart, he immediately let go and lowered his hand to pick the 'green hair' on Yamato's end. The thumb, index finger and middle finger of his left hand formed a hook, clasped the Adam's apple between Yamato's chin, and pulled out violently.
Pull...a scream came not from Yamato's mouth but from a hole in his neck, echoing in the wilderness where snowflakes were flying in the sky.
Even as Yagyu leaned on him and breathed hard, Qin Yuguan raised his foot and kicked Yamato's body aside, and then grabbed Yagyu's shoulder with his backhand to prevent her from falling due to her weakness. Now, when encountering
Qin Yuguan, who was calmer despite the danger, looked at the woman whose life was rapidly leaving her body and asked: "Tell me, where is that person?"
"You, you...who are you asking?" Yamato looked at the snowflakes in the air in a daze, and the voice seemed to come from the small river in a foreign country.
"Who sent you to Chenjiazhai?" Qin Yuguan frowned, with a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. He didn't expect that this woman would be so carefree, just because he stabbed her with a screwdriver and inserted it into her body.
The heart that supplied blood actually caused her to lose consciousness.
"Haha," Liu Sheng finally took her thoughts back from the distant riverside of her hometown. She could clearly feel the beating of her heart getting weaker and weaker. Her voice was as gentle as the footsteps of the God of Death walking through the snow, cold and cold.
And gentle: "You, you think I will... say?"
"It's up to you to say it or not, but I think you should understand that even if you don't tell me, I still have a way to know." Qin Yuguan sneered and turned around. He saw a car driving over from the highway in the distance.
The Hummer he drove came to stay in front of him. Apparently, it should be Ye Muxue's BMW.
I won't say it! Yagyu wanted to say this out loud, but even if she tried all her strength, she could only make the corner of her mouth move a little. She only heard the footsteps of the god of death, which surpassed the sound of her heartbeat.
She only felt that the hand of death had grabbed the clothes on the left side of her chest, and then pulled it effortlessly, and she felt the last trace of consciousness left to her in the world: cold.
It's been a long time since I've had a chance to let go like this, but these people seemed to be really careless. Qin Yuguan sighed lightly. Others didn't know it, but they thought he was pitying the short life. In fact, they didn't expect him to sigh.
Is it because the beating is not enough?
"What does the little silver sun represent?" Qin Yuguan looked at the little silver sun that was revealed after he tore open the clothes under Liu Sheng's armpits, and said to himself in confusion. A little silver sun the size of a game coin, was
The tattoo on the skin of Yagyu's left arm, which had lost its life luster but was still very delicate, revealed a strangeness from a foreign country.
The last time he was at Wujia Bar, he had heard Tie Moller say that those Zichuan people who committed suicide had a small cyan sun under their left armpit. Unexpectedly, Yagyu's sun was silver, which puzzled him.
After pushing away Yagyu who was lying on his body, Qin Yuguan walked to Yamato, who had a hole in his throat and his eyes were staring at the sky. He bent down and grabbed his body. He lifted up his clothes and saw that he also had a small sun mark under his arm.
, it’s just cyan.
It seems that cyan is for general gang members, while silver represents that he has a certain status in Zichuan. Qin Yuguan nodded and looked very satisfied with his judgment. He let go of Yamato and walked to Songdao, preparing to take a look.
When she was marking what color, she heard a sound of vomiting coming from behind.
"You're so brave and you still want to idolize Longteng Twelve?" Qin Yuguan didn't need to look back, he also knew that the person who vomited the lotus seed soup Jing Hongxue made in the morning in the wilderness was Wang Yashan.
In a snow-white world that could not be seen at this time in previous years, three corpses were lying on the ground. Snowflakes fell on their faces that were gradually losing heat, covering them with a layer of crystal. If Wang Yashan couldn't see Matsushima and Yamato.
, and only saw Yagyu lying on the ground with empty eyes looking at the sky. She would never be willing to spit out the bowl of lotus seed soup in her belly. She always thought that she was already very good and could look death in the eye.
She remained calm, but when she saw the hole in Yamato's throat and Matsushima's protruding eyes, she realized that she was not as powerful as she thought.
On the usual training ground, even if she was bleeding and sweating, how could she see such a scene from hell? The difference between the champions of exercises and those who survived actual combat is that one has no chance to smell the smell of blood.
But one had to taste the enemy's blood under special circumstances.
No matter that Wang Yashan continued to bend over and vomit, Qin Yuguan still slowly tore Songdao's clothes apart, took a look, and then started to touch her randomly.
I don't blame you for killing someone, and I have nothing to say about the method used to kill someone. But you shouldn't just keep guarding me and touch a dead woman, right? And you touched it so carefully that you didn't let go of anything.
Look... Qin Yuguan, you are simply too despicable! Wang Yashan wants to accuse and remind him: If you want to touch a woman, there is a live one here, please don't touch those cold and cold women in such a vulgar way, okay?
Unfortunately, what came out of her open mouth was not these words, but a mouthful of bitter water.
"Oh, you'd better wait for me in the car first." Qin Yuguan sighed disappointedly at Wang Yashan's fragility, then pulled out a small mobile phone from the deep groove on Songdao's chest, and held it in his hand.
The silk thread holding the mobile phone was cut off with a bang, and he remained indifferent as the thread deeply dug into the back of Matsushima's neck.
Dead people don't feel pain, so there's no need to play humanitarian terms with them.
Text me back as soon as it's done!
A text message with only 11 digits including punctuation marks was opened by Qin Yuguan in the text box before Songdao had time to read it. The time was 11.58 noon on November 5th. It was a very auspicious time number. The message was sent.