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Chapter 1917 The Knife You Can’t Hold, You Can’t Let Go: Jin Yiwei 49
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Xi Ying smelled something extraordinary.

"What do you want to do to Song Xu?" She pointed the tip of the knife forward.

From the visual effect, the tip of the knife had pierced Xu Yiqiu's skin, but in fact it didn't.

However, the overwhelming coldness seemed to turn into substance, and Xu Yiqiu, who often killed people, could feel it personally.

"He and I are both colleagues, and the commander will leave the East Factory in a few days. What do you think I want to do?" Xu Yiqiu asked back.

"You want to attack him?" Xi Ying knew everything, frowned and said, "You have such thoughts in your heart, but do you know that Song Xu really regards you as a brother?"

"Brother? If he treats me as a brother, will he not be the commander? If I have him as a brother and let me always be under him, then I would rather not!"

Xu Yiqiu was a little agitated.

"What did you encounter? Why is there blood on your knife?" Xi Ying got the answer she wanted, and asked a question again.

"Don't you know why we came to this village? It's just that the person we wanted to arrest was not found, but a group of people laid an ambush for us. Everyone was scattered. Your Song Xu is on the mountain."

That was the opposite direction of the road that Xu Yiqiu pointed to Xiying.

Xi Ying could predict that there were few people on the mountain, and Song Xu was being hunted down again. If Xu Yiqiu's men stabbed him in the back at this time, he still didn't know what kind of situation Song Xu would face.

"I know what you're thinking, so I'll tell you all at once. Among the people we brought out this time, more than half of the Jinyiwei are my people. Do you think that if they meet Song Xu, they will be like this? Will there be a good opportunity to do it?"

Xu Yiqiu's voice really deserves a beating, and what he said is even more beating.

Xi Ying quickly cut his throat with the tip of the knife.

The wound was not deep, but the amount of blood flowing out was scary.

This position just made Xu Yiqiu unable to speak comfortably.

Xi Ying glanced at the direction of the mountain, gritted her teeth, and walked up the mountain while grabbing Xu Yiqiu's collar.

"Until I see Song Xu appearing in front of me completely, I will not let you die. Of course, I will not let you live well."

Xi Ying's cold voice hovered above Xu Yiqiu's head.

Xu Yiqiu had many wounds on his body. Except for the shallow wound on his throat, Xi Ying showed no mercy in other wounds.

Under such circumstances, he could only be dragged away by Xi Ying.

The gravel and gravel on the ground almost tore his clothes, but the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.

An ambivalence of sadness and ecstasy rose in his heart.

Enduring the pain in his throat, he looked up at Xi Ying.

How can such a small body have such great strength?

Xu Yiqiu knew that he was not light, and it took a lot of strength to drag him like this, but Xi Ying did it.

This feeling of being controlled by another person is really amazing.

Especially the girl who dragged him away.

Why didn't you realize that Xi Ying was so special before?

Martial arts are better than him, swordsmanship is better than him, and he can still suffer such serious injuries.

Xu Yiqiu felt that he seemed to like Xi Ying.

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puff--

Song Xu, who was covered in blood, stabbed his knife into the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and half knelt on the ground.

(End of this chapter)