"You, stop me." Wu Lijiang's eyes were full of vultures, and he said coldly.

    As soon as he heard this, Gao Ming, who was still pretending to be weak and walking slowly, lifted his legs and ran forward like a frightened rabbit.

    Cheng Baobao has been completely speechless to Gao Ming, didn't you just say that your legs are weak? It's a pretty cheerful run. It's just, no matter how fast you run, can you outrun the bullets? To say that you are a pig is to insult the intelligence of a pig.

    "Can you outrun my gun?" Seeing Gao Ming's style, the doubts in Wu Lijiang's heart disappeared slightly.

    The young man in front of him, who made him suddenly feel a little palpitating, seemed to others to be extremely stupid, in his opinion, was what an ordinary person should have.

    If he honestly lowered his eyebrows and turned around to talk to him, Wu Lijiang dared to guarantee that he would definitely shoot him in the head. The title of his spirit master is not for nothing, and the person who can influence his thoughts is definitely a master.

    But now it seems that he is probably thinking too much, this first young man who looks harmless to people and animals with him should be an ordinary person.

    Maybe the task has not been completed, and the mental pressure is a little too much. Wu Lijiang subconsciously didn't want to admit that his own terrifying spiritual power, which he was proud of, far beyond others, would be affected by a Chinese man who looked thin and weak. Subconsciously gave myself such an explanation.

    Gao Ming immediately stood up very obediently, so that Cheng Baobao breathed a sigh of relief temporarily, his current IQ finally caught up with the pig, and he knew how to run, but he couldn't outrun the bullet.

    "You, what do you command? Gao Ming turned around and asked with a sad face and stammering.

    Of course, before that, Gao Ming had secretly used his internal strength, and his face became bloodless and pale, which was even worse than the death of "Daddy" just now. As long as the people who saw him, no one doubted that in a few minutes, this man, even if he was not shot and killed, was about to be scared to death.

    "Where are you from?" What do you do here? Who's coming to pick them up?" Wu Lijiang suddenly asked a series of questions.

     There was a strange light in his eyes, faintly with a little terrifying pale green, staring at Gao Ming's "frightened" tears and reddening eyes, like a vicious wolf who treats people and loves people.

    "I am from Jiangbeiyan City, and my job is a children's art teacher, so I came to pick up my sister. Gao Ming's eyes became a little blank under Wu Lijiang's gaze, but he replied without hesitation.

    Wu Lijiang's doubts in his heart were finally removed, and his sudden question just now seemed ordinary, but he used most of his spiritual power, and pierced into the gap in his heart when the other party was frightened, and he could completely control his mind. It is called the mind control technique, if the mental power is raised to a higher level, he only needs to look at the other party to completely control this person, and even let him kill his father and mother.

    Compared with Western hypnosis, Wulijiang's mind control technique is even better.

    Ulijiang relied on this trick to find out a total of more than ten undercover agents who had infiltrated the organization over the years, and even two of them were special intelligence officers who had been carefully trained by hostile forces for more than ten years.

    Gao Ming's answer at this time, as Wu Lijiang expected, completely belongs to the truest answer in the subconscious of the cerebral cortex.

    His father, the old man who dared to argue with Wulijiang, fully proved that he was an intellectual from his face to his temperament to his behavior. He speaks Mandarin that is not authentic, but it is definitely not Jiangcheng dialect, which means that he is a foreigner.

    And Gao Ming's Yan City, Jiangbei Province, just confirms this. The profession of an art teacher is also very compatible with Gao Ming's weak and pale face, and more importantly, it can correspond to the temperament of the old man.

    The sons of scholars rarely do physical work. It's just that the matter of picking up his sister is a little outrageous.

    Wulijiang looked at the old man who had been carried away into the distance and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, the energy of the Chinese people was quite strong, they were all 60 years old, and they could still make a child who was still in elementary school.

    However, this answer that looks like a loophole is more real in Wu Lijiang's opinion, and those who can evade his mind control technique are definitely among the super masters, and it is impossible to be stupid enough to come up with such a loophole answer.

    If Gao Ming knew that he could make up so casually that he could make the terrorist leader think so much, he could really only express sympathy.

    There are some things, thinking too much, it's really not good.

    Gao Ming really didn't think about so much rigorous logic, compared with Gao Ming's self-righteous spiritual power, Wuli Jiang's self-esteem is like a stream facing the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, which is really not enough.

    As soon as the spiritual power of the Wuli River Spirit Master came over, all the majestic spiritual power of Gao Ming retracted, pretended to be at a loss, and said a few words of "truth".

    Okay, about the art teacher, Gao Ming actually didn't lie, Gao Ming's dream was to be the same as Tang Bohu and Tang Jieyuan, draw a beautiful picture and hang it in the bedroom to enjoy. Of course, it's best to wear Ogura-sensei's versatile attire.

    For this reason, Mr. Gao also followed the old man to learn painting skills for a period of time. It's a pity that with the passing of adolescence, Mr. Gao, a high-achieving student of the Internet major, sadly found that all kinds of high-definition photos on the Internet are much better than those painted by himself, and they are much clearer and clearer.

    So, the ideal was buried. Today, it's just that by taking this opportunity of the subconscious, it's just a matter of saying it, and the powerful spiritual power of the Wuling Master is not completely useless.

    The little girl Lele has been shouting Gao Ming as her brother, and this matter must not be exposed.

    "You, you can't go, I'll ask you to help me deliver the letter later." Although Wu Lijiang's doubts have basically disappeared, he subconsciously doesn't know why, looking at Gao Ming's sad face like a few dead parents, there is an indescribable annoyance.

    "Don't, big brother, I don't want to die, you let me go." Gao Ming's tears suddenly flew, and his body was shaky, obviously almost frightened.

    ". Cheng Baobao gritted his teeth and scolded secretly in his heart.

    Compared to the two little colleagues who risked their lives just now, Gao Ming's appearance is purely a man's shame.

    Wu Lijiang didn't have time to speak, and heard Gao Ming pleading bitterly: "Big brother, you look for that chick with a gun, she is a policeman, the people's police love the people, she will be willing." ”

    "Let him go, I'll deliver a message to you." Cheng Baobao almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of blood, his teeth crunched, and he said coldly.

    "Look, big brother, the twisted melon is not sweet. Moreover, this chick is much stronger than me, and she looks quite passable, so if you want to do that, you can just do it, right? Gao Ming smiled with a smile on his face, if he was fitted with a tail, he would definitely belong to the kind of shaking his head and tail.

    The audience was silent for a while.

    Not to mention that he was already trembling with anger, and almost turned the muzzle of the gun and shot this bastard full of the atmosphere of a devil translator to collapse Officer Cheng Baobao, even Wu Lijiang, a person who kills people without blinking an eye and shows his life as a mustard, can't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

    He now finally knew why he hated the young man in front of him so much, who was still good-looking but cowering, it was really cheap.

    That's a cheap taste that is in the bones.

    Like the white-haired wind in the Western Regions, it can be felt all over the body and every pore.

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