Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 687 With a telepathy, she raised her head subconsciously

He opened his mouth lightly, and said with a faint smile: "Well, how about playing a game, although it is very vulgar, but it is very useful."

Xia Shang looked at him noncommittally, the needle inserted into his wrist was standing upright, and he didn't intend to take care of it.

Shura raised his eyebrows, and unhurriedly picked a bullet out of the chamber, and the remaining four randomly circled around in the chamber for a few times, and then threw them across to Xia Shang.

He looked at Xia Shang with a cold and evil smile, and said, "The revolver has a one-fifth chance of survival. Bet on whether your life is hard enough!"

Xia Shang's cool eyes stared at the exquisitely crafted revolver, and the meaning of the smile was unclear, "Well, the rest of the game between me and Xiao Qi, she wins every time, I think her luck is always with me .”

As his words fell, the gun that was originally placed on the glazed table had already clicked, and it was not what Shura expected: brains splashed everywhere.

Shura smiled and slapped several crisp slaps, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Shang Shuai is Shang Shuai, with great courage. But you are still rigid and stupid. If it were me, I might directly shoot at you with a gun. Hit the enemy's head, turn the tide, and turn defeat into victory!"

Xia Shang smiled lightly, and the gun was placed between them.

He seemed disdainful of ending their feud this way.

He said: "Well, that's what a despicable person did. I find it very boring. Naturally, I don't care about doing that!"

Shura wasn't surprised at Xia Shang's answer.

He raised his eyebrows, casually clicked a button on the desktop, and then a picture of An Qiyue sitting on the floor without saying a word appeared on the opposite wall.

She was too quiet, and she kept her head bowed since she appeared on the screen.

She seems to be isolated from time and space, quietly in a world of one person.

Probably because of telepathy, she subconsciously raised her head and stared at the camera for a while, then bounced off the floor and walked to the desk, picked up a pen and paper and wrote a few words...

Then there is a brief black screen on the screen, and the girl disappears from the screen.

Shura stared at Xia Shang coldly, and said slowly, "Can I push your needle now?"

Xia Shang withdrew his greedy gaze and slightly lowered his arm. He pushed the needle without any hesitation, like a warrior rushing to death.

In two or three seconds, the liquid in the needle was completely absorbed into the blood.

Shura was very satisfied with Xia Shang's magnanimity, he motioned for people to put the prepared dinners on the table one by one, almost all of them were Mo Xiaoqi's favorite dishes during his lifetime, of course there were a few familiar ones, Xia Shang cooked them very well.

Shura opened a bottle of red wine and filled Xia Shang's transparent goblet himself, and then it was his own.

Xia Shang glanced lightly at the bubbling red wine, and the warm and faint smile on his face gradually became cold and stern.

"HV virus plus a glass of red wine with Maca, you really do everything you can, just wanting to torture me to the point of exhaustion?"

Shura raised his eyebrows: "Is there? Think back then, when you took Xiao Qi away and ruined my hard work, why didn't you feel that you were doing everything you could?"

Xia Shang didn't touch the glass of wine with seasoning, he picked up the chopsticks in front of him and picked up the nearest dish to his mouth, chewed it a few times, and frowned, "It's too old to cook, there's no such thing as Xiao Qi Well, nothing compared to my craft."

Shura's dark blue eyes glinted darkly, and he said: "They are all dying, why are you so particular about it? Your arrogance of a noble son has really not changed much."

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