Female president's private killer

Zhao Qianfan knows that in her current state, she may not even walk a kilometer, but she just wants to do her best until the last breath of her life.

At this time, an invisible cold feeling suddenly fell on Zhao Qianfan, which made her shiver involuntarily. The immune system in her body was suddenly confused, just less than a minute, but this time was enough for those terrible invaders in her body.

Zhao Qianfan clearly felt that those terrible blood had opened a channel to the spine!

Zhao Qianfan showed a slightly bitter smile. Instead, he didn't go, but sat down with his knees in place. Looking at the magnificent scenery of Tianshui in the distance.

Her heart, suddenly open.

At this time, all kinds of faces flashed in Zhao Qianfan's heart. There was Zhao overbearing, the man who gave her a second life and made her decide to repay her with the rest of her life.

Most importantly, Zhao overbearing gave her man a second life.

And Zhao Qiankun, a crazy and talented young man and her man. Whenever Zhao Qiankun almost abused himself in her, Zhao Qianfan could feel his depression and pain.

There is no doubt that Zhao Qiankun is a genius, but under the shadow of his father Zhao overbearing, all geniuses seem so mediocre.

He wanted to surpass his father, but every time he got only despair. Zhao Qianfan has no feelings for Zhao Qiankun, because all her feelings have already been paid. Zhao Qiankun found her, initially out of curiosity and distorted taste in long-term depression, but out of gratitude for Zhao's overbearing, Zhao Qianfan didn't refuse.

She thought Zhao Qiankun was just playing, but she didn't expect the relationship between the two people to last so long. Three days before Zhao Qiankun died in Duan Tiandao's hands, they were still crazy together.

Then she thought of the way of heaven. From Duan Tiandao's body, Zhao Qianfan seemed to see his original self. The past events that he thought had been forgotten were turned over one by one.

The difference is that she has failed in love and gave up, while Duan Tiandao still insists. If you change the environment, Zhao Qianfan will be very willing to become good friends with Duan Tiandao, because they are the same kind of people. But unfortunately, fate makes people, so they have no choice but to be hostile until one side falls.

Then Zhao Qianfan fell down, but her face was quiet and serene, as if she were asleep.

At the last moment, the clouds in her heart were light and the sky was high, and there was nothing.

At the moment when Zhao Qianfan was out of breath, Duan Tiandao frowned slightly. He could feel that the seemingly indistinct connection in his body was finally completely cut off, and the Taoist power of the wound belonging to Zhao Qianfan began to collapse. Finally, he knew that the enemy had disappeared, took a breath, and some tight nerves finally relaxed.

There is no doubt that Zhao Qianfan should be the top disciple of the Zhao family. When she died, Zhao overbearing had to weigh whether it was meaningful even if she wanted to do something.

At least in the short term, he won't act again.

The two melee masters who escaped from the bloody skeleton should also bring back the message of the tragic defeat. They also need time to digest it.

In other words, at least I can have a good year!

Tomorrow is new year's Eve. Xu yourong and I should get back to nanchun in time

At the thought of this, Duan Tiandao was inexplicably excited. Some couldn't sleep. He rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed Xu yourong, who was still practicing raising his sword: "let's go! Go shopping with me! "

Xu yourong, who doesn't know what street to visit in the middle of the night: "

Duan Tiandao and Xu yourong choose to rest in a small town. At this time, the whole town is quiet. Looking around, the wide street is full of discarded garbage and closed shop doors, and there are several people who are drunk on the street.

The night is still very cold. If you lie drunk all night, you will probably lose your life. But no one seems to care.

Duan Tiandao looked curiously at the huge town sign at the exit of the town, which read three big characters glittering in the dark: "golden town."

"Wow!" Duan Tiandao's eyes couldn't help glittering: "is this the legendary town producing gold mines?"

Gold town is an area rich in gold. The mining industry has a long history. At the end of the last century and at the beginning of reform and opening up, people from all over the country flocked to raise shares and established a number of partnership share-holding gold mining enterprises. A large group of people recklessly even made crazy investment by smashing pots and selling iron and pouring boxes.

Where there is oil and water, interest groups will soon form. In this area, the private bodyguards of mine owners are like a private army to prevent the intervention of any foreign forces.

It was midnight and the town seemed to be waking up.

In this small town, the main forms of entertainment are sex, wine, drugs, gambling and fighting. It seems to be no different from the entertainment in big cities. The only difference is that it is more chaotic and the law of the jungle.

It's also normal. Gold town is a place where you can exchange a few hundred dollars for a stone you pick up on the ground. It's really a place full of gold. The miners' wages are surprisingly high. If you go back to take a bath, you can wash a thousand dollars.

In such a place full of local tyrants, of course, the supporting facilities are also suitable for people's lifestyle. There are bars, night shows, pharmacies, weapon stores and clinics on both sides of the road. Everyone has his own residence, but hotels are rare.

Only for temporary passers-by like Duan Tiandao.

In this way, Duan Tiandao and Xu yourong walked aimlessly in the Golden Town, safely passing through all kinds of eyes from the gradually increasing crowd.

In the leisurely stroll of the two people, almost everyone in the street cast their eyes. Duan Tiandao didn't hide his gradually handsome face. His light black broken hair fluttered in the wind, like a layer of warm light.

Although the long brim of the combat hat covered most of Xu yourong's face, the small part of Xu yourong's face exposed outside, the perfect proportion of body and unique temperament still attracted the eyes of all male creatures.

In such a chaotic place, two people walked most of the street, but no one came to trouble. This is not because the seemingly gentle Duan Tiandao has any deterrent, but because Xu yourong's beauty is too amazing and completely exceeds the psychological tolerance of ordinary local ruffians and hooligans.

They dare not even look at Xu yourong directly!

While walking, Xu yourong naturally held Duan Tiandao's hand. All the movements and expressions are so natural and natural, just as they have been pulled for thousands of years.

In Duan Tiandao's heart, countless complex emotions sprang up in an instant. This feeling is so familiar and strange.

Xu yourong knows Duan Tiandao's idea without any reason or ability. She just knows. But her face didn't show any expression. She just followed Duan Tiandao as if she hadn't done anything.

Anyway, I've held your hand.

But trouble always comes at the most inappropriate time.

A group of ferocious men blocked Duan Tiandao and Xu yourong in the middle of the commercial street. There were more than a dozen of them wearing colorful leather clothes with the sign of a gold hoe on them. Different from those street gangsters, these people are equipped with guns. The shining desert eagle is not accessible to anyone.

A strong man like a leader came to Duan Tiandao and Xu yourong, looked up and down at Xu yourong with unbridled eyes, and made no secret of the burning desire in his eyes.

"Hey, boy! Are you new here? Tell me where you're from? Shit, this girl is fucking dead! " The dark man swallowed his saliva loudly.

Duan Tiandao raised his head, looked up at the strong man who was a whole head higher than himself, smiled and said, "I'm in a good mood now. I don't want to fight."

The strong man was stunned, smiled grimly and said, "yo! It's pretty awesome! I haven't seen anyone better than me in this golden town. I'll blow you to pieces with one punch, and no one can take care of it! "

"Really?" Duan Tiandao took another look at his strong body and suddenly asked, "are you a practitioner?"

The black man was stunned and said carelessly, "you have eyesight! I have not only practiced Tai Chi, but also iron cloth shirt. Bagua palm is also very good. If you want to see it, my tan leg is also excellent... "

Xu yourong wants to take a step forward, but suddenly he feels a tight hand held by Duan Tiandao. So she lowered her head slightly, returned to her original place and stood quietly, like a girl who is easy to be hurt.

Then, in the pupil of the strong man, Duan Tiandao leaned back, his feet were separated, his right hand clenched his fist, accumulated enough strength, and punched him in the chest!

In his eyes, every action of Duan Tiandao is so clear and rhythmic. However, each action will bring out countless residual images. In an instant, he actually saw countless Duan Tiandao, and tens of thousands of Duan Tiandao finally meet together and form a punch in the air!

Hit by a NIMA tank?

This was the last thought in his consciousness.

Duan Tiandao's fist had not yet been compacted, and the strong man's chest collapsed. Then his huge body of more than 100 kilograms flew into the air. In front of more than a dozen men and hundreds of local ruffians and hooligans, he was knocked down by Duan Tiandao's fist for 100 meters!

When the body finally fell, it was out of shape. After the collapse of the chest cavity of a strong black man, his remaining strength was not dissipated and passed to his limbs and head. Where he passed, bones and muscles were torn apart one after another. The organs that had long been crushed were mixed with minced meat and blood and shot out of countless cracks in his body.

The strong black man's iron cloth shirt, relying on it, was like nothing in front of Duan Tiandao!

The long street was silent.

"I'm sorry... I didn't control the strength." Looking at the corpse a hundred meters away, Duan Tiandao said faintly: "but... You should ask me what I have practiced first. I practice painting. "

People who can draw dead people for the first time: "

Duan Tiandao took Xu yourong's hand again. He didn't even look at the black strong man's hands like a fool, and walked forward leisurely. Xu yourong put his right hand in his pocket and held Duan Tiandao in his other hand. He was as quiet as a cat. He just followed him like this. Duan Tiandao's unreserved fist made her heart very peaceful. So at this time, she didn't care what Duan Tiandao thought.

Because, anyway, I'm still holding your hand.

After killing the strong black man with one punch, Duan Tiandao was ready to kill several more people.

Although the weapon of desert eagle was no threat to him, Duan Tiandao was still worried about Xu yourong.

Unexpectedly, when almost everyone looked at Duan Tiandao after the huge shock, their eyes were full of horror and fear. These private bodyguards who had obviously been stained with a lot of blood, not only didn't mean to revenge, but were slowly retreating back. Even the muzzle of the gun was biased to one side or inclined to the ground, for fear of causing Duan Tiandao's doubt and disgust.

Even a deputy leader waved away the crowd: "get out of the way, get out of the way! Are there few dead people? Warning you! If anyone talks about today's affairs, I will kill him! "

The opponent suddenly became his own man for no reason. He felt very uncomfortable with Duan Tiandao living in a dream: "...."