The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

Xi Shao Si Ming caressed Ling Huaxi's soft hair with trembling hands, and sighed lightly.

An inexplicable sense of solidity spread in his body unbelievably.

Recalling the dangerous moment yesterday, Xishao Siming even surprised himself, he had never been so nervous before.He didn't even think that he would block the gun without hesitation for a boy who had nothing to do with him.

Xi Shao Si Ming didn't understand what he thought about the scene at that time.All he knew was that he didn't want Ling Huaxi to die, and the desire to not want to was very, very strong!

This is probably love.

It was the first time Xishao Siming experienced this feeling, never before.

Be it Beitang Yaori or Xishao Siming, from the moment they became a mafia, they already had the awareness that they would die at any time.

Waking up and being able to see the sunshine of the next day is the greatest luck for them.

In the bloody and dark world where the weak prey on the strong, the only way for them to survive is to become strong.And the premise of being strong is to kill the existence that threatens them.

His hands were stained with countless lives and sins, even if he died, Xishao Siming had no complaints.However, for the first time, he actually had the desire not to die.

The reason is very clear, it is because of the boy named Ling Huaxi beside him.

I'm so glad that it's me and not you who got hurt.

I'm so glad, fortunately... I didn't kill you!

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Night, Black Swan Castle.

[Find me where those guys live in China. ]

Lin Nuanxi had just come out of the shower when she heard a sentence that floated into her ears.

Cold, ruthless, and ruthlessly bloody.

The man in the black bathrobe standing in front of the large French window gave Lin Nuanxi a terrifying illusion.

[I don’t care what method you use, send me that munitions to Burma, if you can’t buy the passing officer with money, you will threaten his family and you must let him go. ]

After a pause, Beitang Yaori's voice was so cruel that it was almost cold!

[If necessary, kill them! ]

——! ! !

Lin Nuanxi took a deep breath, subconsciously swayed back a few steps, and pressed against the wall.

The slight noise caught Beitang Yaori's attention.

The brow bone is quiet, and the black eyes are faint: [Let's do this for now. ]

After saying this sentence, Beitang Yaori hung up the phone.

Lin Nuanxi stood in a corner of the room, far away from him.Beitang Yaori ignored the fear in her eyes, and her words regained a lot of warmth.

[Make me a cup of chrysanthemum tea. ]

[…]

In the kitchen, Lin Nuanxi was quietly standing in front of the counter making chrysanthemum tea, but her palms were always wet with cold sweat.

——When necessary, kill them!

Beitang Yaori is an elite who created the miracle of a business empire, and he is a businessman in the financial and economic circles.Beitang Yaori is a proud federal soldier in China, and a representative of justice!However, how could he say such terrifying words at this moment!

It's almost like a—cruel mafia!

Freshly cooked chrysanthemum tea has a warmer, purer and more fragrant taste.

Beitang Yaori took a sip, and looked up at Lin Nuanxi who was standing quietly at the side.

[ The drunken shrimp you made tonight is delicious, where did you buy it? ] Find a lighter topic, will she forget the brutal horror just now?

[I caught it on the beach when Rarity and I were walking in Houhai Garden. ] Obviously, his transfer didn't work.

Beitang Yaori's black eyes flashed sharply, she couldn't accept his identity as a mafia?