The meaning of Leng Feng's words is obvious, that is, ironically that Yanyue can sit on the throne of the director of the Ninth Bureau, purely by relying on his body to ascend to the throne. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, Glaive could hear it, and when she opened her mouth to refute, there was a burst of blackness in front of her, and she quickly gritted her teeth hard.

Yanyue didn't argue, which made Leng Feng think that he was right, and looked at her with even more disdain in his eyes, let go of her left foot, and the moment she stood up, her right hand 'touched' her 'chest' fiercely, and said with a 'lewd' smile: "Hehe, it's really a good capital." A word of advice to you, your greatest advantage is in the 'bed', not in a fight. You are lucky to meet me this time, if it were someone else, maybe they would have 'raped' you first and then killed. ”

After being 'touched' in front of the 'chest', Yanyue was embarrassed and '', and could no longer suppress the anger in her heart, only feeling that her throat was sweet, and she actually opened her mouth and squirted out a mouthful of blood, which slammed on the wall, like a 'gorgeous' plum 'flower'.

Yanyue actually vomited blood in shame, which frightened Leng Feng: "Wo Cao, your ability to bear is so fragile? Well, parallel imports are definitely parallel imports, and those who rely on physical superiority are almost strong after all." Alas, I don't know how to break into such a big name. ”

After a mouthful of blood spurted out, Yanyue felt a lot better, but she didn't get up, she still lay on her side on the ground, staring blankly at the 'gorgeous' plum 'flowers' on the wall, and her pale face 'color' slowly turned 'flush' red, which looked very much like returning to the light, which made Leng Feng even more worried.

For a young man like Zhang Yaoming, Leng Feng doesn't care at all, if he dies, he will 'get' death, anyway, he is just a gentleman who doesn't know what to do, even if he dies 10,000, it will not have much impact on the authorities.

But Glaive is different, although this 'female' person is likely to rely on her face and ass to ascend to the top of the ranks, but her identity determines that if she really dies here, it will definitely be a major event that will cause the highest level of shock, which is not what Leng Feng wants to see.

So after noticing that Glaive was not in a good situation, Leng Feng hurriedly bent down and reached out and put it on her lips to check her breathing.

Glaive remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the wall, allowing Leng Feng to test her breathing.

After noticing that Glaive was still breathing weakly, Leng Feng was somewhat relieved, patted her cheek gently, and asked with concern, "Hey, are you okay-"

Before Leng Feng could finish speaking, Yanyue suddenly opened her mouth and bit his wrist.

Frightened, Leng Feng hurriedly withdrew his hand: "Grass, it turned out to be pretending to be dead!"

kindly checked on others, but was almost bitten, which made Leng Feng very unhappy, and after standing up, he raised his foot and kicked her fart vigorously...... You dare to shoot at me, do you want to play really?"

Glaive gritted her teeth, the shame she had never suffered before, made her whole body tremble violently, but only the right hand holding the gun was as steady as a rock, and her eyes also 'shot' a terrifying cold.

Leng Feng is usually very confident, or very narcissistic, but he is not stupid enough to think that he can dodge bullets in such a short distance, although his mouth is relaxed, his eyes are fixed on the right hand of Yanyue holding the gun.

He swore that if the 'female' had a bulge on the back of her right hand that pulled her index finger (which proved that she was going to pull the trigger), he would rather fight for one shot than give her a second shot and kill her as quickly as possible.

Leng Feng has this certainty, absolute certainty.

Glaive slowly sat up from the ground, but the pistol in her right hand was always fixed at that angle, the muzzle of the gun pointed at his heart.

Leng Feng closed his mouth: he is not a Shabi like Zhang Yaoming, he farts 'indiscriminately' when he shouldn't speak, and he can only suffer in the end.

Glaive stretched out her left hand, leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you speak?"

Leng Feng didn't say anything, his right hand clenched, and he also looked at her right hand.

Glaive's eyes became bright again, shining with a vicious luster, and when he took a deep breath, his qi was much better, and he held the pistol with both hands, and asked again, "Answer me, why don't you speak?"

Leng Feng finally spoke: "I'm afraid I'll 'provoke' you." ”

Glaive's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cruel smile curled up at the corners of her mouth, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Yes, I'm afraid of death. ”

Just when God thought that Glaive was likely to shoot in the next moment, Leng Feng suddenly relaxed all over, as if Glaive had already put away the pistol, and shrugged indifferently: "But I think you are more afraid that I will die with you." If I were you, I would pretend that nothing happened, after all, not too many people know about it, and it won't affect your prestige, right?"

"And, I can assure you, soon forget about it, forget about you as a person. ”

Leng Feng smiled, and without waiting for Yanyue to say anything, he turned around and walked towards the 'door'.

Even though a pistol was pointed at the back of his head, and although he could see a vicious glint in the eyes of a certain 'woman', he was sure that this 'woman' would never do anything that would not benefit everyone.

Looking at Leng Feng's back, staring at the back of his head, even if he didn't close his eyes, Yanyue, who could blow his head out, the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times, but finally watched him walk out.

It's not that she doesn't want to shoot, it's because she sees that Leng Feng's right hand has been clenched tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand are bulging, and it is so hard - she doesn't have the slightest certainty, while shooting, according to her current physical strength, she can dodge Leng Feng's deadly counterattack before he dies, so she can only watch him leave.

"Oh-oh. ”

Just as Yanyue slowly put down the gun, covered her lower abdomen with her hand and closed her eyes to 'reveal' the 'color' of pain, a moan 'groan' sounded, making her waist that she had just bent down suddenly stop, quickly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and turned her head to look at Zhang Yaoming coldly.

Zhang Yaoming, who was strangled unconscious, woke up slowly at this time.

After seeing a person standing in front of him, Zhang Yaoming instinctively shrank and screamed: "You adults have bypassed me in large numbers, I don't dare to-"

When he shouted here, Zhang Yaoming saw that what was standing in front of him was no longer the Leng Feng who had damned ten thousand times, but a 'woman', a 'woman' who stood there and was 'straight' like a javelin.

Stunned for a moment, a trace of ecstasy flashed on Zhang Yaoming's face: "It's you!"

Glaive had become extremely calm at this time, although all this was pretended, and said lightly, "It's me." ”

"What about that person, what about Leng Feng?"

"You'd love to see him?"

"I'd like to?"

Zhang Yaoming's face was painted with a frightened 'color', and he shook his head again and again.

"He's gone. Zhang Yaoming, it's best to restrain yourself in the future, don't think that you can run rampant in the world with the old chief. No one dared to do anything to you before, it was because you didn't meet a ruthless person. If you are still obsessed, then you are not far from death. ”

Glaive put away the pistol and strode towards the 'door', and when he opened the 'door', he turned around again and said coldly: "Also, do a good job of your approval, and try not to do those things that are looking for death, otherwise once the 'exposure' is revealed, the old chief will not be able to protect you." You have enough money now. (To be continued.) )