The Supreme Emperor's Toy Girl

"No

Jimo strong look at him, light said: "why bother you to start again? What's more, you deliberately saved his life, even threw him back to me, just to frighten me? Why should I let you do it again? "

Then he waved to his opponent: "bring it up."

"Go

Hand immediately drags Ji Mo Zhong to drag him to come up, to master foot next throw: "master, you still have what command."

Jimo lie didn't open his mouth, just stretched out his hand and spread out his palm.

He immediately felt for a knife from his waist.

Give it to jimolei.

The moment the cold metal stuck to the palm, the breath of Jimo changed instantly, cold and strong.

It really has a sense of death coming!

After a hard shiver, Jimo Zhong almost cried and howled: "brother, cousin, please forgive me this time. I really know I'm wrong. Please forgive me Ah! "

Words stuck in the throat, how can not say.

I can't say it in my whole life.

Because Jimo strong carrying a knife, straight to his neck.

It's really quick, hard and accurate!

At first glance, I'm a practitioner. I'm afraid I haven't done this kind of thing before.

Jimo Zhong immediately fell to the ground like a pool of mud, and the blood on his neck flowed out

The eyelids turned out.

Twitching, life dissipates little by little

This is too cruel, too bloody, but he Qing did not even change his expression, let the scarlet blood reflected in his eyes, indifferent.

Jimolei raises his mouth and smiles cruelly. He seems to be very happy that a life has been ended by him. There is a feeling that the world is under his control.

He even likes the feeling.

His subordinates have been used to these things for a long time, just like an ant being trampled to death, standing there without any fluctuation, waiting for the master's orders.

Then I heard the host say, "cut it."

"Yes."

Immediately someone ran to the car and took out a long knife from the trunk.

Just like the ancient executioner's, the blade is very big, thin and sharp. Under the snow, it emits pure white and cold light. The colder and sharper it is, the more dangerous it is.

He Qing is still motionless, do his bystander, incomparably indifferent looking at.

Looking at Jimo lie's hands raise a long knife, a sink hand, will Jimo Zhong's head cut down.

The head immediately separated from the body, the knife edge was smooth, and there was no hesitation.

This technique is so simple, absolutely professional.

It's supposed to be a professional hired killer.

Normal people have been afraid, especially the knife is full of blood, and the snow is dyed red blood, almost dazzling.

However, he Qing is a lazy pick eyebrow, quite interested in asking each other: "are you interested in a match?"

"It's up to the master."

Said the killer.

Jimolei laughs!

A change just now bloody cruel, he looked to He Qing, very straightforward appreciation: "you can, good."

To be honest, on the way here, he has been speculating about what this boy will be like. Although he has pondered for thousands of times, he can't match the real contact.

He's a very interesting kid.

Jimolie felt that his personality was right for him. He gazed at He Qing with interest and opened his lips: "how about this apology? Can you stop remembering me..."

Bang.

Jimolei is dragged by He Qing by the collar of his clothes and pushes directly to the car.

He held him and looked down. His eyes were cold, more sharp than the knife in his subordinate's hand.

Ji Mo lie didn't even change his face. He looked at He Qing and even laughed: "how, can't you get rid of your anger by making amends like this?"

"I don't care about that mole ant. If it wasn't for you, he would never have done anything to me!"

He Qing doesn't care so much, the former cause can cause the consequence, and this cause is absolutely Jimo lie.

He loosened his collar with his right hand and grabbed Jimo lie's neck.

"Master!"

His subconscious is about to rush up, the knife in his hand is also raised, but Jimo strong stop: "don't move."

"Master!"

"My words are useless, aren't they?"

"I All right Tqr1

his subordinates are really unwilling. Looking at He Qing's back, they are full of murderous spirit.

He Qing doesn't care. He just stares at Jimo lie. The hand holding his neck is so tight, and the veins on the back of his hand are protruding, which makes people look in the eyes and tremble in the heart.

And his voice is even lighter to frighten people, he said: "old man, you should be glad that she was not injured, otherwise, today's neck, but you."Even if I die, I will not let you go!!

"Ha ha, good!"

Jimo lie's expression is more and more relaxed. Looking at He Qing, he slightly raises his eyebrows: "I admit that it's really because there's something happening on my side that Jimo Zhong will hire someone to move her. It's my negligence that Jimo Zhong didn't do a good job in keeping secrets. That's why Jimo Zhong learned the news. I really have an unshirkable responsibility for this. But if you just settle with me, that 61% share is enough, isn't it? "

"Not enough."

How can I!

"What do you want?" Jimo asked.

He Qing's eyes are a little bit dangerous. Leng Rui opens his lips and says, "what's the reason, let you send someone to investigate her?"

His people only found out Jimo, who was investigating his heart and liver. As for the reason, there was really no sign.

How can he Qing allow himself to be ignorant of such a big thing?

The more he pinched on his hand, the more forceful he was, the breath of Jimo's forceful pinching changed, and his face turned red.

But it has a kind of celibacy to deal with thousands of troops and not panic bearing, the breath is still very stable: "I think, she is my daughter."

"Oh."

He Qing's breath was cold, even colder than that piece of ice and snow, but he loosened his palm and threw Jimo lie aside.

"Master!"

His hands immediately rushed to the past, Jimo strong raised his hand to stop, he staggered a few steps in the snow, finally stood firm.

Twisting his neck twice, he stood up straight, inclined his lips to make a shallow curve: "it seems that you have guessed."

"Yes."

He Qing turned a body, face to Jimo strong, expressionless said: "it is to imagine this possibility, but not sure."

Until just now.

Jimolie praised him: "you are really smart. The survey data presented by my people all show that you are different from ordinary people's intelligence. But I didn't expect that you could even imagine that."

"Don't say such bullshit."

He Qing light slants his one eye, slightly lean toward the car body, he feels out a cigarette, ignites, sucks a mouthful and then looks at him: "do you think? So the truth is not? "