415.Chapter 415 The head of the dragon confronts Mo's father with the needlepoint against the wheat awn
Long Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
According to the mobile phone guide, the pure black Land Rover quickly parked at the entrance of Rice's community.
As soon as the car stopped, Long Qingtian ran straight upstairs decisively, completely ignoring Lu Jianjun behind him.
Arriving at the destination, Long Qingtian kicked open the door of Les' house!
At that time, Les, who had changed his clothes, was preparing a love dinner in the kitchen, dreaming of having a warm conversation with his daughter, but suddenly he heard the deafening sound of the door being destroyed, and Les almost ran away on the spot - his daughter was funny
He endured being sent to his bed; he endured being shot when meeting his daughter; he endured being kicked and shot by a woman; he endured being sniped while driving!
But he actually dared to chase him to his house and kick down his door! In order to leave a gentle and elegant father image to his daughter, he didn’t show off his power. I really thought he was a sick cat!!
Les came out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in an aggressive manner. He picked up a silver pistol from the drawer and held it in his hand. A cold look flashed in his eyes. The bullet was taken. He aimed the dark hole at the door. Les strode forward.
Walked over: "Who?!"
When he saw the person in front of him, Les knew that he had mistaken the person.
Well, even if he had never met Long Qingtian before, he had seen a lot of photos and videos of this guy, but when the person stood in front of him, Les was still shocked.
Although Long Qingtian hurriedly came up, the sweat on his forehead wet his hair, and the military uniform on his body was soaked with sweat due to nervousness, but he did not show any signs of embarrassment.
Some people are like this. No matter how bad the situation is, the first thing others notice is their shining point.
No matter how murderous and cold-blooded Long Qingtian's aura was, people still couldn't ignore his aloof kingly aura and the calmness and calmness he could maintain no matter what the situation.
Long Qingtian stood at the door, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the bloody knife on the sofa coffee table and the bullet that was taken out. His heart hurt, and murderous intent broke out instantly, and his deep black eyes cut into Les like a sharp blade.
"What about her?"
Feeling the murderous intent in Long Qingtian, Rice raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the pistol lightly in his fingers, leaned on the sofa, looked at Long Qingtian lazily, and shrugged, "Who is she?"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp wind coming towards him.
Les cursed softly, held the sofa with one hand, turned over and jumped up. At the same time, his slender left leg drew an elegant arc in the air. Then he grabbed the edge of the sofa with the other hand, pulled hard to avoid his original position, and sat firmly next to him.
on the sofa.
Long Qingtian dodged Les's flying kick, and his fingers with sharp joints like steel rubbed the tip of Les's nose and inserted into the sofa next to him!
But I saw that the fingers penetrated the thick cortex, leaving five round finger holes!
Rice's eyes flashed slightly, this man really wanted to kill him!
The expressions of Les and Long Qingtian became solemn at the same time, both aware of the power of the other.
The air dropped to freezing point, and for a while the room was silent.
Suddenly, Les curled up his mouth, suddenly raised his left leg, and kicked Long Qingtian directly with a fierce sound of wind!
The two of them started fighting in this small living room. Both men were masters, and they had passed more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye. Long Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
According to the mobile phone guide, the pure black Land Rover quickly parked at the entrance of Rice's community.
As soon as the car stopped, Long Qingtian ran straight upstairs decisively, completely ignoring Lu Jianjun behind him.
Arriving at the destination, Long Qingtian kicked open the door of Les' house!
At that time, Les, who had changed his clothes, was preparing a love dinner in the kitchen, dreaming of having a warm conversation with his daughter, but suddenly he heard the deafening sound of the door being destroyed, and Les almost ran away on the spot - his daughter was funny
He endured being sent to his bed; he endured being shot when meeting his daughter; he endured being kicked and shot by a woman; he endured being sniped while driving!
But he actually dared to chase him to his house and kick down his door! In order to leave a gentle and elegant father image to his daughter, he didn’t show off his power. I really thought he was a sick cat!!
Les came out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in an aggressive manner. He picked up a silver pistol from the drawer and held it in his hand. A cold look flashed in his eyes. The bullet was taken. He aimed the dark hole at the door. Les strode forward.
Walked over: "Who?!"
When he saw the person in front of him, Les knew that he had mistaken the person.
Well, even if he had never met Long Qingtian before, he had seen a lot of photos and videos of this guy, but when the person stood in front of him, Les was still shocked.
Although Long Qingtian hurriedly came up, the sweat on his forehead wet his hair, and the military uniform on his body was soaked with sweat due to nervousness, but he did not show any signs of embarrassment.
Some people are like this. No matter how bad the situation is, the first thing others notice is their shining point.
No matter how murderous and cold-blooded Long Qingtian's aura was, people still couldn't ignore his aloof kingly aura and the calmness and calmness he could maintain no matter what the situation.
Long Qingtian stood at the door, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the bloody knife on the sofa coffee table and the bullet that was taken out. His heart hurt, and murderous intent broke out instantly, and his deep black eyes cut into Les like a sharp blade.
"What about her?"
Feeling the murderous intent in Long Qingtian, Rice raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the pistol lightly in his fingers, leaned on the sofa, looked at Long Qingtian lazily, and shrugged, "Who is she?"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp wind coming towards him.
Les cursed softly, held the sofa with one hand, turned over and jumped up. At the same time, his slender left leg drew an elegant arc in the air. Then he grabbed the edge of the sofa with the other hand, pulled hard to avoid his original position, and sat firmly next to him.
on the sofa.
Long Qingtian dodged Les's flying kick, and his fingers with sharp joints like steel rubbed the tip of Les's nose and inserted into the sofa next to him!
But I saw that the fingers penetrated the thick cortex, leaving five round finger holes!
Rice's eyes flashed slightly, this man really wanted to kill him!
The expressions of Les and Long Qingtian became solemn at the same time, both aware of the power of the other.
The air dropped to freezing point, and for a while the room was silent.
Suddenly, Les curled up his mouth, suddenly raised his left leg, and kicked Long Qingtian directly with a fierce sound of wind!
The two of them started fighting in this small living room. Both men were masters and had already passed more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.
