Beautiful Sweetheart

"If I am destined to die here today, will you let me know whose hand I died in and be a wronged ghost, and you will not be afraid that I will come to you then?" Ning Jiqiang is calm. In fact, his back is soaked in cold sweat.

"Is that necessary? I think it's better that you don't see my face. It's more perfect to die with regret. " Killer standing in place, and Ningji also talked up, it seems not anxious, the result of Ningji.

Ning Ji can be sure that if this guy really starts, even if he uses all his abilities, he can't do anything about it, because his strength is too poor.

"I have too many regrets, or are you afraid that I will turn into a ghost to come to you after I know who it is?" In any case, everything is dead. Ning Ji's heart suddenly calms down. When people face the impending death, they are either scared to pee their pants or extremely calm. It's obvious that Ning Ji can't do the former.

"Ha ha, if there is a fierce ghost, the ghost who died in my hands should be enough to load several trains." The killer said with a smile.

Ning Ji shivers. If this guy is not bragging, he should be a murderous devil. How many people are there in a train? It's really scary.

"Damn, you're bragging. I'm scared." Ning Ji hardened his head, though he believed it.

"Irrelevant topic, choose a way to die, I will satisfy you." The killer said coldly.

"Huo, there is still a choice. That's great. I'll choose to die, OK?" Ning Ji doesn't know how to write dead words now. Anyway, he can't escape today. It's better to have a good mouth.

"Boring topic, let me help you choose." The killer takes down a strip-shaped bag from behind. It's dark all over. If he hadn't taken it down, Ning Ji didn't even notice. What's in such a long bag?

To Ningji's surprise, the killer slowly opened the bag and took out a piece of bamboo from it. To be exact, it should be a dark bamboo. It's very strange.

"Bamboo?" Ning Ji almost couldn't help laughing. Does this guy have the hidden attribute of panda?

Black bamboo, if Ning Ji remembers correctly, should be a kind of thing called purple bamboo. It's a good material for fishing rod, but few people use it as a weapon. Can this kind of thing be a weapon? In this age?

Killer with black bamboo, looks very interesting, these days out of the zoo staff, there are people who will take this thing? It looks more like going fishing.

But Ning Ji didn't laugh. He saw a shadow in front of him. It should be the shadow of black bamboo. This speed is beyond the range that Ning Ji's body can bear. It's almost in front of him in a moment.

Terrible, too terrible, Ningji in this moment completely understand, he is in peace punishment or Tang Xiaofan a level of killer, even if Ningji's eyes can slow down 16 times to see his action, but his body is absolutely can't keep up.

Therefore, he is a real, can only watch each other attack, the body is heavy like a sandbag, can't move a bit.

"Bang!"

The black bamboo bumps into Ning Ji's chest. Suddenly, Ning Ji only feels the smell of fishy sweetness coming from his throat. Then the fishy heat blurts out and dyes his white shirt red.

Ning Ji was hit to fly a meter far, the umbrella has been taken off, heavily fell in the rain, rain pattered on his body, a kind of cold like the tide swept the whole body, this is the cold of death?

Ning Ji shivers and has a sharp pain in his chest. But according to his calculation, the other party doesn't kill him. Otherwise, he has to break at least four or five ribs. How can he sit on the ground consciously.

Ning Ji coughed a few mouthfuls of blood. He didn't dare to underestimate this broken bamboo. Although it looks very interesting, its lethality is more terrible than Tang Xiaofan's throwing knife.

Because Tang Xiaofan's throwing knife is a one shot kill, when you feel the pain, you have already died. Compared with being killed alive, it's too much happiness. Ning Ji has a sick feeling, and it's also a kind of luck to die simply.

"If you want to eat, would you like some bamboo?" The killer said coldly.

Ning Ji swore to himself that if he could survive, he would never touch bamboo in his life. This thing could also kill people.

"Anyway, I will die today. Let me have a look at your face. This is my choice. You said you would satisfy me." Ning Ji now has completely given up resistance, in the face of Tang Xiaofan punishment in a level of killer, he had to close his eyes and wait to die.

Killer slow down action, seems to be thinking for a while, and then agreed to Ning Ji's request, saw him slowly take off the head cover, a face that Ning Ji had seen appeared in front of him.

A good-looking face, a scar on the eye, this is not a few sides of the edge of Rocco?

Ning Ji is silly. This very miserable person who was bullied by foreigners before is actually a first-class killer. God is really joking. He made such a big joke with Ning Ji.

"It's you." Ning Ji Leng said."Yes, I've paid you back. I've let you go twice, but this time, I have to take your life." Rocco nodded.

"Rocco, who asked you to kill me? Tang Qingcang Even if Ning Ji wants to die, he also wants to be an understanding ghost.

"Correct me, my name is Victor, Victor the devil." It turns out that his original surname is a fake. There are so many people surnamed Luo in the world.

"Ghost bamboo." Ning Ji swallowed his bloody saliva. This nickname is too appropriate. A black bamboo full of evil spirits really deserves the title of ghost bamboo.

"I can't believe that a man who is bullied by foreigners is actually a killer. Let's do it. I have nothing to say." Ning Ji's heart is dead now. If you want to blame him, you should blame yourself for looking away.

Looking at Ningji lying on the ground, Victor put the black bamboo on his shoulder and said in a cold voice, "even if someone spills wine or food on my head, I can laugh. The dignity of a man is just nonsense."

Ning Ji was told by this call that his dignity was more precious than life, and it became nonsense.

"But for whatever reason, I won't spare the guy who hurt my friend. That's the truth. When you get to hell, think about it again. Goodbye. " Victor holds up the black bamboo. Ning Ji in his eyes has become a dead man.