I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 59 Protective Umbrella—Sanqingling Painting Scroll, Born Bad?
The weather is not considered cold.

The air conditioner is still whirring in the house.

However, the cigar man couldn't help but break out in cold sweat, his whole body seemed to be washed by water.

In the last moment he was full of ambition.

Feel like everything is under his control.

The next moment, Yan Jiu kicked him off the cloud.

This strong sense of gap made his mentality collapse, not to mention that he couldn't maintain a calm demeanor, he couldn't even hold Yan Jiu's second foot, so he clutched his stomach and felt pain.

The cigar man gritted his teeth: "Yan Jiu!"

Yan Jiu responded, "Grandpa is here."

No matter how stupid the cigar man was, he knew that Yan Jiu didn't come to give in today, so he forced himself to get up.

Want to call security.

However, before he locked the door, he specifically stated that no matter what kind of movement he heard next, he was not allowed to come and disturb him.

The cigar man can only ask for trouble.

What did he mean when he was about to scold Yan Jiu angrily?

Yan Jiu suddenly showed weakness.

She looked scared + regretful.

Yan Jiu said softly: "I'm sorry boss, I was just reflexive just now, you know, my face will always bring troubles to me, I have no choice but to learn some self-protection skills, kicking you is not me original intention."

The cigar man's anger stopped at his throat.

Of course he knew Yan Jiu's character in the past, and he definitely didn't try to use his hands as much as he can now.

But the footprints on his stomach reminded him that Yan Jiu had used all his strength in that kick just now.

It's not a conditioned reflex at all.

Just when he was struggling.

His IQ was replaced by his immortal lust.

The cigar man smiled and waved to Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu put his hands behind his back, walked over shyly, and raised his fist when the cigar man bared his teeth.

next second.

The muffled hum sounded again.

The cigar man successfully had his front teeth knocked out by Yan Jiu. He turned 360° in the air, and finally lay on the floor desperately.

Wait until he got up in a daze.

He saw Yan Jiu smiling behind the light.

At this time, Yan Jiu was as dangerous as a beast with a poisonous head, with an absolute desire to control.

He looked at Yan Jiu who looked completely different, how could he not understand that he was being played again.

The cigar man gritted his back molars, no longer being dazzled by beauty: "Ajiu, Toru, you just found it!"

Although he speaks out of breath.

But this does not affect his anger.

As soon as the cigar man's voice fell, the scroll hanging on the wall rose into the air and landed in his hand.

The battle is imminent.

If Yan Jiu's master is here.

I will definitely persuade you with my hands behind my back.

It should be known that every arrogant thing will eventually become obedient and obedient in front of his little Ajiu. Never challenge this truth with actions.

But Yan Jiu's master is not here.

No one reminded the cigar man to be good.

It was impossible to avoid the sound of fat beating again.

【Have you eaten today? 】

【Eat, eat tomato scrambled eggs. 】

[I don’t know if the scene is full of tomato colors. 】

[It's okay, the rotten tomatoes accidentally spilled on the ground will not cause the police uncle to misunderstand. 】

[Is everyone talking about tomatoes? 】

The comments in the live room never stopped.

It was maintained until the cigar man shouted surrender.

"Don't hit, don't hit, I surrender!"

Yan Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Full of displeasure.

Cigar Man: I said why do you still look regretful?

Yan Jiu took out a tissue, wiped his hands and closed the live broadcast room and said, "You have founded this company for 22 years, during which time you have directly or indirectly harmed 114 people, both men and women."

The cigar man looked at Yan Jiu in shock.

He was beaten beyond recognition.

But he didn't care.

He only clings to Yan Jiu's words.

Why did Yan Jiu know?

What else does she know! ?

Yan Jiu walked slowly in front of the cigar man.

The cigar man had never been so frightened.

After adding Rosicrucian.

He was only ordered to find women with shaoyin constitution.

Used to maintain the operation of the borrowing formation.

period.

He dedicated 111 women to the organization.

The bones of those people were handled by the Rosicrucians, and the world would not notice the clues.

But there are 3 male Rosicrucian unknown.

Those 3 people are teenagers who are prettier than women, and it's because of his lustful desires, because he doesn't care about men and women.

But the bones of those three people were buried in the mezzanine of the office forever by him, and no one knew about it.

Yan Jiu sneered, and said meaningfully: "If you want people to know, you have to do nothing."

She had always known that there was more than good and evil in the world.

Good people will turn to evil.

Besides.

There are also inherently bad ones.

Cigar Man is such a person.

Both of his parents died when he was young. In order to go to school, he coaxed his younger sister to drop out of school to support him. When he was an adult, he did not have a trace of gratitude and abandoned his poor brother-in-law and his family.

He even went to jail for making money.

After he was released from prison, he fought for wealth and power.

Sell ​​yourself to Rosicrucian.

In exchange for 22 years of unlimited scenery.

The cigar man leaned on the table, his eyes were rarely serious: "What do you want?"

Yan Jiu held up the scroll.

Look quietly at Sanqingling inside.

Yan Jiu is not exaggerating, and her tone is gentle enough to pinch water: "No one, I want you to accept my death penalty gift package, I want to use your life to pay homage to my Azi, the three innocent members of the Miao family who lay guns, Pay homage to those 114 lives."

She smiled at the cigar man's retreat and struggle.

As if a hunter had a bad taste for his prey, she was appreciating the desperate cry of the other party when he was captured by death.

this moment.

It was as if a Pandora's box had been quietly opened.

Surrounded by terrible coercion.

Yan Jiu exuded an aura more terrifying than the magic box, and the cigar man felt the restraint from Yan Jiu.

That is an unattainable height.

He only felt it in the Commander.

Sudden.

He seemed to remember something.

Inexplicably relaxed.

The cigar man laughed maniacally: "As long as San Qingling's scroll is not destroyed, I will not die~"

Yan Jiu nodded thoughtfully: "Thank you for telling me how to solve you."

heard.

The cigar man scowled.

Human cultivation is divided into acquired and innate, and both the acquired state and the innate state have three stages.

Scrolls require innate cultivation to be destroyed.

If Yan Jiu wanted to destroy the painting scroll, he had to cultivate to the innate level, condense the three flowers on the top, and burn it with heart fire.

He wasn't sure if Yan Jiu had the ability to damage the scroll, but he couldn't bet that Yan Jiu couldn't.

The cigar man restrained himself and seduced Yan Jiu a little bit: "I don't know what adventure you have encountered during this period of time that made you so powerful. Why don't you join us? The supreme glory is beyond your imagination, and it cannot be given without us."

Yan Jiu shook her head: "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in joining Rosicrucian."

The voice did not fall.

The cigar man was shocked: "You know us!?"

Yan Jiu didn't speak any more.

She walked up to the cigar man.

When Ma Weiwei and others broke in suddenly.

Yan Jiu threw the cigar man out of the French window.

Accompanied by the shouting of the cigar man.

The painting scroll turned into a streamer, firmly caught the cigar man, and put him in a safe place away from Yan Jiu.

Ma Weiwei and the others were taken aback.

see.

They all breathed a sigh of relief.

no matter what.

The cigar man's life should not be reaped by Yan Jiu, otherwise, how will they get along with Yan Jiu in the future?

Fortunately.

The cigar man failed.

Ma Weiwei walked up to Yan Jiu: "So senior kicked him down just to see if San Qingling's painting scroll would save him? I thought senior really wanted to kill him."

Yan Jiu had an expression of "Why do you think so?"

When Ma Weiwei and the others were relaxing.

Yan Jiu told the truth plainly: "No, I really want to kill him."

Everyone: "..." Can't you tell a lie?
(End of this chapter)