Female president's private killer

Mrs. Jiang thought she was a very imaginative person, but she really couldn't imagine the scene in the room at this time.

Listen to the old man, he seems to be doing some interesting radio gymnastics and shouting rhythmically. But the sound from Le Jiayi's headset is so huge, which shows that he is very close to le Jiayi.

What kind of radio gymnastics needs to be done with women?

Mrs. Jiang said she was crazy and couldn't think of a result.

And why didn't le Jiayi say anything?

The killers and Mrs. Jiang listened to Yin Youde's stable and lasting chant in the ear for hours and hours, and listened to Yan Youde and Mei's coming again many times. Finally, someone couldn't help: "is it difficult, is this the old guy practicing weightlifting with Le Jiayi? I see many couples on the internet doing sports like this. "

The people were silent for a long time, indicating that the explanation was quite reasonable. But then he said that the old man's physical strength was really very good. Even if he didn't do anything, he was very tired just shouting. He also shouted for hours while lifting weights. This is really not human.

"But why didn't le Jiayi say a word?" Finally someone couldn't help it again.

So a voice sighed, "if I meet such a stupid and powerful person, I guess I have nothing to say."

People: "

After three hours, it was dark and I couldn't see anything. Yin Youde was still doing it again, or did Mrs. Jiang react: "hey? Are you stupid? Where's Qian Wei? It's been so long! Why hasn't he come back yet? "

The man who was watching outside Qian Wei's house finally sighed: "Qian Wei's house is really flooded. He is scooping water out of the door with a dental bowl... He has been scooping it for three hours..."

Mrs. Jiang: "

What bird people are NIMA!

I'm drowning when I'm drowning. I still use such a small thing as a dental bowl to scoop up water! Why don't you use a spoon?

"Send him another text message quickly!" Mrs. Jiang desperately stared at the gun in front of her and controlled her hand not to catch it.

"We've already sent it..." it's estimated that the person monitoring Qian Wei has never seen such a person in his life. He speaks with great strength: "he just accidentally dropped his mobile phone in the water... He doesn't care anymore..."

Mrs. Jiang: "

She just felt that her anger soared to three feet above the sky. Suddenly she couldn't help it anymore. She screamed wildly, picked up the pistol, aimed it at the ceiling and fired several shots.

People: "

After a long silence on the channel, someone finally said, "Mrs. Jiang! Why don't we just kill ourselves! The old boy is alone! Why can't we kill him with so many of us! "

The veins on Mrs. Jiang's forehead jumped and kept jumping. The thin fingers holding the handle of the gun looked pale because of too much force. At this moment, she really wanted to drink, so she asked people to rush into the room and shoot Yin Youde. If everything went well, she rushed to Qian Wei's house and shot the bastard with a bucket of water!

The crazy killing intention is like ten thousand ants, biting Mrs. Jiang's heart, biting her to death!

She suddenly remembered a sentence: whoever God wants to perish must first make it crazy!

This sentence was like pouring a bucket of cold water on her head, which immediately woke her up.

You can't do that!

At the beginning, the dragon family used so many terrible means to Yan Youde, why did they ever see him short of a hair? Who knows there are no Yin Youde's men around here? Who can predict the outcome of things with the people under their own hands?

If Yin Youde doesn't die, it's himself, the Chiang family!

Mrs. Jiang took several breaths desperately, calmed down, reconsidered today's affairs from beginning to end, and determined that there were no loopholes. Only then did she breathe a little relieved.

The so-called plan depends on man, and everything depends on heaven. The reason why such a good plan did not succeed was that there was no in-depth analysis of Qian Wei's character

Shit, even if it's analyzed, who can guess that he'll run back for a faucet?

"Forget it." Mrs. Jiang threw the pistol on the table: "the task is cancelled, you withdraw to Castle Peak and keep alert. If Yin Youde finds anything wrong, we can't be completely unprepared."

"Yes." A group of killers ambushed near the hotel began to retreat quietly and orderly.

Mrs. Jiang stared at the room opposite Yin Youde and Le Jiayi, and listened to Yin Youde shout again. She didn't know what she thought at this time.

"Madame Chiang." The door was quietly pushed open, walked into a big man who looked very burly, bowed respectfully and walked behind Mrs. Jiang: "they are all gone, and I will escort you back."

Mrs. Jiang slowly shook her head: "I can't go yet. Jiayi is still inside. I want to confirm her safety. Let's wait here."

The big man sighed, "yes, Mrs. Jiang." After that, he stood behind Mrs. Jiang and never said a word again.

This night is a bit messy.

Some people are very depressed, such as Mrs. Jiang; Some people are very boring, such as Qian Wei, who is scooping water one by one; Others are very happy, such as Yin Youde, who is shouting.

Others are angry.

It's just that the angry man is a little far away from the sea of clouds.

At this moment, in the mysterious no return sea area on the west coast, in the magnificent spider castle, the blue flame on the altar is close to dying, and only sporadic flames are still trying to jump to prove their existence. The hall was dark, but there was a thick blood light on the steel coffin, which also reflected the altar in red.

The dome of the hall is open. You can see the thick clouds in the sky. For some reason, it is slowly rotating with the altar as the center. This feeling that the whole sky is spinning, even if you look at it for a while, it will be boring and disgusting.

"Say it again." The cold voice in the steel coffin was a little high and sharp. No one knew whether it would die again.

However, the white haired old housekeeper did not think about whether he would die, but said again calmly: "the signs of life of giant Han Dagang have completely disappeared. After several days of investigation, we determined that he was not hidden, but indeed died. And it is a complete demise, not even the energy core. "

"Die?" The steel coffin sneered, "can you tell me how this is possible? How could this happen? "

The old housekeeper smiled bitterly, "I don't know. I only know that if he really went to find the man in the cloud sea, his demise should be related to the man in the cloud sea. "

Although the scene of Da Gang's death was not witnessed by living people, it can't be denied that the old housekeeper's reasoning is very reasonable.

The steel coffin was silent for a moment: "so... This man is worth my personal trip?"

The old housekeeper seemed stunned and raised two white eyebrows: "Mrs. Xu. You don't have much energy left now. If you do so, then... "

"If he has the ability to let Dagang die, then he may be my real hope for eternal life." The steel coffin said slowly, with a slight loneliness in his tone: "I've been waiting too long, too long, and I'm not willing to wait any longer. Even if it's only one percent possible, I'll fight. You step back. "

The old housekeeper opened his mouth slightly and seemed to want to admonish, but finally sighed and bowed: "please take care, madam."

With these five words, the old housekeeper turned and disappeared behind the door.

Just as the old housekeeper closed the door, the heavy lid of the steel coffin was lifted up with a click of Kara, and then slowly moved aside. When it was half moved, it suddenly received a strong force, so the heavy coffin cover weighing several tons suddenly flew more than ten meters away, hit the ground heavily, and a corner was deeply embedded in the paved black rock!

Then a hand as bright as snow stretched out from the coffin, fumbled in vain in the air for a few times, and then climbed to the edge of the steel coffin. On that hand, the residual blood was rolling down.

The steel coffin full of blood suddenly boils. In the roar, the blood waves rise to the sky! Straight out of the broken dome, it turned into a blood rain all over the sky and scattered in succession.

Just listen to a loud crack, a bloody lightning hovered down from the low clouds and almost wiped the highest spire of the castle. The thick lightning branches span hundreds of kilometers, one end connected to the sky and the other end connected to the sea!

And the spider castle is swaying between the sea and the sky!

In an instant, blood lightning plated everything between the sea and the sky with a thick red!

In the dazzling scarlet, in the falling blood rain, on the broken altar and in the rough and ferocious steel coffin, a pure white figure has quietly stood up.

The long gray flying at that end will still shed starlight.

The white figure looked around blankly. All the scenes were so familiar. At the moment of regaining consciousness, she knew she was standing in the spider castle, but she didn't know why she appeared here.

The surrounding space is full of violent energy, and their attributes make the white figure feel very comfortable and relaxed. She bathes in energy that can tear people to pieces, just like taking her favorite shower.

After sleeping too long, her mind moved very slowly after re entering the body. She saw and felt a lot of things, but she didn't understand what they were for a while.

She suddenly felt a very familiar energy and immediately reached out without thinking. In her expectation, a huge sword should fly into her hand by itself.

However, she waited for ten seconds, but she didn't feel anything in her hand. She was a little surprised. She turned her head and looked at the source of energy. Sure enough, she saw a huge sword half inserted in the black rock. The crystals embedded in the sword were dim and there was no vitality.

For the white figure, the second unit has been a very long thinking time, but it still took her many seconds to remember the name of the sword, black prison.

In the past, the black prison was very obedient and even integrated with her. What's the matter today?

The white figure only feels that his thoughts are like in the mire, and every move is very, very difficult. If the black prison had its own spirit in the past, today it is almost like a piece of stubborn iron, and the energy emitted occasionally is more similar to the breath before death.

The white figure runs his thinking hard and goes to the black prison. Her body instinct made her toes turn a little, and she moved a little, and her left hand made a virtual grip.

In her subconscious mind, it was enough to make her appear at the edge of the black prison and hold the hilt of the sword. As for the time spent crossing a distance of more than 10 meters, it can be completely ignored. At least during this time, most of the enemies she had met had no response at all.

With her thoughts, the body of the white figure did move, but it did not flash to the side of the black prison, but lost its balance and turned out from the edge of the steel coffin. What the empty left hand grasped was not the hilt of the sword, but the crack on the edge of the altar. The residual blue flame burned hard on her hand and made a hissing sound.

The left hand of the white figure instinctively gently pressed on the altar. It is reasonable to say that even if it is not flying, it can make her jump to a height of ten meters, and then freeze and stop to see the surrounding situation. It just backfired. She was so weak that she couldn't make any correction to the fall.

The white figure fell from the five meter high altar and fell heavily to the ground, and the head fell first!

The momentum made her roll continuously on the ground. In this process, she kept trying to control her body posture and stand up again, and the strength used was also greater and greater, but the feeling of her body was too strange. Every move to control her posture would end in a heavier fall.

She suddenly relaxed, and sure enough, after rolling for two weeks, she finally stopped. After groping for a long time, the white figure finally stood up slowly, but unexpectedly showed that his breathing was a little short, and his heart beat very fast.

The white figure lowered his head, stared at his body and took a heavy breath.

Heart?

How long has it been since I had a heartbeat?

Really

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