Female president's private killer

Foam was also bleeding, because she tied her body tightly with anger. When she cut the rope with a blade, she used too much force and cut her fingers.

Rubbing some sour muscles, foam sucked his fingers angrily and circled in the villa.

Xu yourong, this bastard!

Can I cut my finger without binding me!

When I catch you! I'll cut your finger, too!

The room... No one.

Corridor... No one.

The bathroom... Is empty.

"Where have they all gone?" Mo Mo's heart is full of doubts. He takes out his mobile phone and dials Xiao Tao. Duan Tiandao usually goes out to find Xiao Tao first. It must be right to find her first!

"Foam?" Xiao Tao's voice came over the phone: "why did you think of calling me?"

Mo Mo tried to endure his grievance, smiled and pretended to be happy: "are you there, brother Duan?"

"No." Xiao Tao on the other side of the phone was stunned: "he's not like you?"

"Really not? Didn't he come to you every time he went out? " Mo Mo's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly: "don't lie to me! I have something very important to find brother Duan! "

"Really." Xiao Tao's tone was quite helpless: "I've been working in the company all day today. He didn't come to me at all. If you don't believe it, come and see it yourself?"

"All right!" Mo Mo said helplessly, hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and called Mao Lan again. As a result, he still couldn't find it.

As soon as Mo Mo gritted his teeth, he simply called all the sisters one by one. As a result, Duan Tiandao still disappeared.

Where the hell has brother Duan gone?

Just poured a glass of water, but because his arm was too sour, he suddenly fell to the ground, and the flying water stains splashed on his face, which made Momo stunned and raised a faint uneasiness in his heart.

Duan Tiandao... What's wrong with you?

What should be done should always be done, so those who should come should always come. Today, many people came to nanchun, including a monk.

The monk was wearing an old hat and a tattered blood cassock. His face exposed outside the shadow of the hat was ordinary, but it naturally had a taste of perseverance.

The monk walked into the wilderness from the highway and stood on the endless grassland. He didn't seem to know how to go. It happened that someone in front took off his hat and began to ask for directions.

He took off his hat and showed his green, black and sharp new stubble, just like a monk. However, when he asked for the way, the smile on his face was so compassionate and gentle.

An old man was sitting in front of the monk. His name was cunning rabbit. He was one of the most powerful guests of the bloody skeleton. He was ordered to block everyone's entry at the entrance of the jungle and even kill those who wanted to break through.

The old man looked at the monk coming from afar and frowned slightly.

A few years ago, he already felt that he was a master among thousands. However, at this time, he found that he couldn't see the depth of the monk, and he couldn't help being very cautious and wary.

The strong stand against each other and fight for the dawn of a moment. There is no need to test with any words or ask the origin of the mountain gate. The old man reaches behind his back and takes out the handle of the knife.

The friction between the blade and the sheath makes a very slight sound, just like snowflakes falling on the thick snow. However, when the blade is only half pulled out, it is forced to stop.

The tip of the old man's eyebrows was about to fly, his hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly, and all the accomplishments in his body gushed out.

However, the sword in the sheath behind him did not continue to draw out, but slowly retracted into the sheath.

The sound of the knife rubbing against the scabbard was as quiet as snow, but it made him palpitation and uneasy.

The monk wearing a hat came slowly in the breeze, only a few feet away from him.

The old man's body was very stiff, and his hand holding the knife handle trembled like a dead branch bearing snow. Looking at the monk, there was only panic in his proud eyes.

The monk didn't do anything. There was no change in the atmosphere of heaven and earth in the jungle. He just walked slowly, so that a body refiner with profound cultivation couldn't produce his sword!

The old man was shocked. He couldn't imagine any practitioner in the world who could have such a means. The old man looked at the monk getting closer and closer, looked at his gentle and firm eyebrows and eyes, and his rigid body trembled slightly because of fear.

With a dull hum, his face suddenly turned red, his thin fingers suddenly opened, hiding the traces of heaven and earth floating in the jungle... Trying to get out of each other's control.

The monk raised the palm of his right hand and stood in front of him. His index finger flexed slightly and formed an unexpected handprint. A piece of fallen leaves somehow floated into his hand.

The blade felt the supreme Buddha power in the monk's handprint and sank into the old man's clothes. It seemed that it had become countless invisible grass ropes to bind the man.

The monk looked at him with compassion and compassion in his eyes. Then he raised his steps again, stepped on thick building blocks and walked past him like walking in the jungle.

The old man sat on his knees in the snow and couldn't move at all. His flushed cheeks had already become extremely pale, and his eyes were full of shame and fear.

He is a highly respected Master of bloody skeletons. After practicing in this realm, he is even more proud and confident. Even he doesn't have much respect for legendary masters such as old man Tianji.

But at this time, he finally met such a monk. Only then did he finally understand that the so-called extraordinary had no proud capital in front of each other.

He was bound by the monk's handprint and sat cross legged in the grass. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't help being confused when he watched the dead leaf fall on his shoulder.

When the dead leaves fell, the monk stopped walking towards the grassland. His straw sandals were deeply trapped in the dead branches. Then he turned around and looked at the dead leaves in silence.

Suddenly, there was a thin sound in the woods. The sound was like sharp ice friction. Accompanied by wind and snow, it naturally showed a sad feeling and sounded like cicadas.

Cicadas belong to summer creatures and avoid cold wind. However, in the cold rain of nanchun, it seems that there are countless cicadas in the forest!

Those cicadas hide behind the branches, hide in the upturned bark, hang between the cobwebs, sit in the ice and snow, watch the wind and snow falling from the sky and the monk in the wind and snow, and shout wantonly.

The sound of cicadas.

The forest is full of cold cicadas.

The sound of cicadas in the forest is getting colder and colder, and more and more bleak. Over the forest, there seem to be two large and transparent invisible cicada wings, covering the whole sky, so that there is no trace of cicadas outside the forest.

The shrill cicada sound was colder than ice and snow... More elusive than the cold wind. It sounded everywhere, died everywhere, recovered everywhere, and finally fell in the monk's ear.

The cicadas in the forest seemed to say indifferently: it's time to turn around.

The monk listened to the more and more sad cicadas, and his face looked more and more dignified.

His name is Shi Xiaohai.

In principle, no sound can stop him.

But these cicadas sound different.

Because he knew that these cicadas represented a person.

Shi Xiaohai's expression is dignified... Even with the deference that younger generations should have, but his eyes are still firm and slowly reach out to the grassland behind the jungle.

He used this action to tell the man behind the cicada that his other bank was over there.

At this time, the old man's body was bound by the grass rope transformed by the Buddha's fingerprint, and he could not move at all... But he could see, listen, and listen to the sad sound of cicadas in the forest... Looking at the dead leaves as thin as cicada wings on his shoulder, his face became more and more pale... His expression became more and more frightened.

He is an expert. He knows many secrets of the spiritual world in the bloody skeleton organization. Although he is not sure, he has guessed the identity of the man in the forest.

The man's name is old cicada Ming.

Cicadas usually stay in the soil for several years or even more than ten years, such as three, five, and seventeen years, and then break through the soil.

The practice of cicada Ming is similar to the habits of cicadas.

Dormant for many years, once you get it, you kill all directions.

While he guessed, the withered leaf as thin as a cicada's wing on his shoulder fluttered up and gently dragged into his old neck.

Blood splashed out from its neck... It splashed wildly in the strong wind, making a hissing sound.

Like cicadas.

Cicada's chirp is the sound of cicada's abdominal tympanic membrane vibration, which can vibrate thousands of times in an instant, so that it can crack silk in the clear place, tear in the sad place, and darken the spirit in the bleak place.

The sound made by the splash of blood and water smell is the friction vibration between blood and wound, which is very similar to the principle of cicadas, so the sound is also very similar and can be equally sad.

Shi Xiaohai turned and looked at the old man sitting cross legged in the jungle... Frowning slightly, knowing that this was the man in the forest's warning to himself.

The monk knows why the other party appears and why he uses cicadas to stop him from going to the battle site.

Because Duan Tiandao is the one that the Zhao family must kill.

Although he knows that the strong man in the forest is unfathomable, but his will is as firm as him, how can he stop at this point?

He is a monk, Shi Xiaohai.

He became angry because of anger.

It's not coquettish or angry.

The monk still closed his mouth tightly and his eyes were firm... His hands changed in front of the bloody cassock. In a moment, they formed a cold fingerprint.

The brightest and most powerful immovable King seal in the Buddha's fingerprint.

The two seemingly ordinary fingers in front of the bloody cassock are like orchids... They match and leave each other. The majestic breath spreads around the jungle along the fingerprints.

Silently... The dead branches in the forest suddenly scattered into the sky, which immediately shocked the space.

The forest seemed to be full of cicadas... And then it stagnated.

Then, however, the cicada sounded again, and this time it became brighter and more irritable.

It was as if a man were laughing at it wantonly.

Shi Xiaohai's expression remained unchanged. He lightly stepped on the dead branch with straw sandals, tied up his right leg, hit the bend of his left leg knee, and sat on the dead branch and sat on a half snow lotus plate.

The withered branches and leaves, like countless cicadas, roared and hit Shi Xiaohai's body.

On the surface of Shi Xiaohai's body, there seems to be an invisible barrier.

When the broken branches and leaves were half an inch away from his body, they could no longer move forward. However, the broken branches and leaves did not fall, but stuck to the surface of his body like cotton wool.

However, in an instant, his cassock was full of things, only his head and face and his hands with the seal of the immovable king in front of him were still outside, looking like a native.

Shi Xiaohai looked deep into the night forest and looked at the growing frost on the key hair. The muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly. He seemed to hesitate whether to speak or not.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the depths of the night forest. The voice was so quiet, in sharp contrast to the grumpy cicadas in the forest. However, such a quiet voice was so cold: "due to the rules, no one can participate, you can't, he... Can't either."

Hearing this, Shi Xiaohai was furious, opened his eyes and looked deep into the night forest. The frost on his burning eyelashes evaporated into water vapor, and the dead branches and leaves turned into nothingness: "I have to break through."

"Kaka..."

The cicadas in the forest suddenly became more and more irritable. There was a sound of someone walking in the jungle. The dead branches were trampled off. A man with white hair and wrinkled face came out like an ordinary old man. He calmly looked at Shi Xiaohai: "do you want to go in?"

"You are strong." Shi Xiaohai looked at the old man seriously: "but I will go in."

The old man looked at Shi Xiaohai, frowned and said, "your strength is not enough."

"I think so too, because your strength is very strong and exceeds my limit, but I won't give up. Even if you are an indestructible mountain, my means is a humble spoon, but if I keep knocking and knocking for a long time, your mountain peak will still make me loose, the surface will loosen, the rock will turn and the powder will fall, and finally the mountain will fall to the ground, Then I can go. " After saying this, Shi Xiaohai looked at the old man with determined eyes and muttered, "yes, I will win."