? A whirlpool of north wind suddenly blew up. Xu Qing, who was near the bungalow, couldn't help but shrink his neck and cursed secretly, Damn, the wind in the capital is so dry and cold! His feet slipped and he slipped to the ground.
Around the corner, the moving clairvoyant eye passes through the wall.
The scene in the room made Xu Qing's pupils shrink and his heart beat wildly. He saw the tall and thin man and the guy named Mr.
, a few buttons on the placket have been pulled off, revealing a large area of crimson skin, a layer of fine sweat beads oozing out from the two slightly trembling hemispheres, and there was a vague whisper in the gap between the half-open lips, as if
enduring some unbearable suffering.
What made Xu Qing's heart palpitate was that the woman's appearance was surprisingly similar to that of Pu Lan, the savage and savage flower king. It was like she was printed from the same mold, but there was an eye-catching red mole on her chin.
Xu Qing felt as if two incompatible memory sticks were installed in his mind. This woman must be twins with Huang Pulan's wife. If she saves her, she might end up smelling like sheep. If she doesn't, his sister
Is he still considered a man? In meditation, he slowly pulled out the Long Yuan Sword from his waist.
The two bad guys in the room didn't seem to be in a hurry, admiring the restless look of the woman who looked like Huang Pulan with great interest, and from time to time they would exchange a few words with a wicked smile.
"Haha! I didn't expect that Pu Rou, the famous Shuangjiao Emperor in the capital, would be here today. Does the Xianji Powder taste good?" Mr. Xue laughed loudly and took two steps forward unhurriedly.
"Xue...Jiamao...why did you lie to me? Where...is Feng Tong?" The woman suppressed the restlessness all over her body, like thousands of ants crawling, and spat out a few words from between her teeth. She
At this time, all the strength seemed to have been withdrawn from the body, and even moving the body became a luxury, but there was still a trace of clarity in my mind.
There was always an evil smile on Xue Jiamao's lips. He took two steps forward, lowered his head and looked down at the troubled face, and whispered: "It's only because you are so stupid that you were deceived, Feng Tong."
As stupid as you are, it’s me who really invited you here!”
After saying that, Xue Jiamao took out a mobile phone from his pocket and pressed a few buttons and placed it on the table. An affectionate baritone voice slowly came from the microphone.
"Well! You guys eat first, I'll be right over and hang up!"
Huang Purou understood everything immediately when she heard the voice on the phone. Today she received a call from her boyfriend Feng Tong, who works in another special department, asking her to come to Manhanzhuang for dinner. When she arrived, she found that Feng Tong had not come.
Accompanying him were his good friends Xue Jiamao and Wang Mi.
The food was on the table. Huang Purou, who felt something was wrong, called Feng Tong. What she heard was exactly what she said just now. Now everything can be explained. She was plotted against, and the person who set up the trap was...
Boyfriend's best friend.
Painting a tiger's skin is difficult to paint its bones. Knowing a person's face but not their heart. Huang Purou realized it was too late now. Although she didn't know what Xianji Powder was, her body's reflection had clearly told her, and the last trace of clarity in her mind was
Endless regret diluted, eyes gradually blurred.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Xue Jiamao turned his head and winked at Wang Mi. The man smiled knowingly and said, "Mr.
"Haha! Don't worry, I will definitely leave an original place for you..."
The two bad guys looked at each other and smiled. Wang Mi turned around and opened the door. At this moment, his steps suddenly froze, and he pressed his hand on the threshold and could not move back.
Xue Jiamao noticed Wang Mi's strange behavior, and thought that this guy was deliberately stalling for time, so he said displeasedly: "Old Wang, I don't want anyone to watch when I do my work."
Wang Mi shook his body, and fell straight down face down, as if he had been knocked down by Xue Jiamao's roar. A young man in a white suit walked over from the door with his head tilted, and stepped directly on Wang Mi.
Mi slowly walked into the room with a stiff back, holding a dull dagger in his hand. His lazy look made Xue Jiamao feel a little more wary.
Xu Qing took advantage of Wang Mi's opening the door and pointed at the guy's acupuncture point. Then he dragged the hem of his trousers, knocking one over and couldn't hide it. He simply stood up like a bachelor.
"Who are you?"
Judging from the technique, could it be that he is a member of a thousand families?
Xu Qing stood at the door, raised his arm and pointed the tip of his sword at Huang Puru, whose eyes were blurred, and said in a deep voice: "This woman belongs to me, get out of here."
Xue Jiamao looked at the cold light on the tip of the sword, his cheek twitched violently a few times, and said in a cold voice: "Friend, the consequences of going against the God ㊣ (4) Holy Blade Special Forces are not something you can bear, not even Qianmen.
"
Xu Qing couldn't help but frown when he heard the name Holy Blade Special Forces, and thought to himself, what is this? Is it the same organization as the Chinese Martial Spirit? If so, then this three-acre area of the capital city
It’s so damn complicated…
Seeing the other party's hesitation, Xue Jiamao took it for granted that he was afraid of the name of the Holy Blade. He raised the corner of his mouth and took out a certificate from his arms and opened it: "I don't want to kill anyone today. I need to untie his acupuncture points and leave immediately, otherwise I will
Would you mind putting your name on it?"
Xu Qing's frown deepened. He suddenly saw the execution license printed on the certificate, which was exactly the same as the one printed on the Chinese martial arts certificate. He thought to himself, it seems that this bad boy is really a member of the Blade. There are dead branches on the tree.
, it seems that the special forces team is not monolithic!
"What? You still want me to do it?" Xue Jiamao put the ID in his arms, stared at Xu Qing who lowered his head and said nothing, and shouted in vain: "Boy, look at me."
Xu Qing subconsciously raised his head when he heard the sound, his eyes met, and he saw two hazy lights flashing in Xue Jiamao's eyes, like a dream, with a kind of gravity that made people have to look at it, and used his sight to capture those two hazy lights.
The dim light wants to understand what lies behind it.
"Boy, untie his acupuncture points, go ahead... untie him!"
Xue Jiamao's deep voice sounded slowly, as if it came from a very far away place, misty and uncertain, but strangely it could be heard very clearly. There seemed to be some kind of magic in the voice, making people involuntarily attracted to it.
Xu Qing felt absent-minded for a while, and his mind was drowsy, but he couldn't help but move around, one step at a time, towards Wang Mi who was pushed to the ground. Huang Purou, who was slumped in the chair, let out a song-like sound at the right time.