But he didn't have a good education, he didn't have a gentle temper, and he didn't even know how to love a little girl.

Shen Jijin was humble in front of Xu Mocheng, who would be likable.

If the little girl still likes Xu Mocheng, then let Xu Mocheng disappear in this place.

If you go far, it's best not to come back in this life.

[Ding, Opinion +7, current Opinion 75.] ］

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In the dark and blurred night, four gun-wielding guards from the young marshal's mansion stood straight in the pavilion, where there were no lights or candles.

A figure was sitting in a wheelchair, unable to see the silhouette of the other party clearly, only a slightly lazy posture.

Each of the five guards carried a sack.

The sack is exposed.

It's full of blindfolded living people!

Wounds all over the body.

If the little girl were here, she would have been scared to death.

Thinking of this, the man curled his lips.

The guard looked at the young marshal's incomprehensible smile, his expression was natural, and he was silent.

Until the arrival of the adjutant.

The man gave a standard salute to the young marshal.

"Report to the young marshal, all the suspects are here."

The man leaned back in his chair, a black tunic draped over his shoulders, with beautiful cufflinks hanging from his sleeves, and a beautiful medal of branches and leaves pinned to his chest.

The slender fingers of the young officer rested on the wheelchair.

Then, I knocked it unclearly.

The guards quickly untied the sacks and ripped off the blindfolds of the men.

The adjutant kicked a man, and the kick caused the man to spit out a mouthful of blood, "Say, what is your purpose?" ”

The man in the sack has been a spy for so many years, and he understands that these people will not kill him as long as he does not say his purpose.

Gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood in his throat, tilting his head stiffly: "We are all good citizens, we don't know anything." ”

The adjutant smiled lightly, and then picked out the injured places of these people and stepped on them hard.

"Do you spies think our young marshal is good-tempered?! To say or not to say?! ”

And at this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"Wait, they don't say it, we can't be too strong."

Following the voice, these spies saw clearly the man hidden in the night, the rumored young marshal who was wise and close to the demon, cold and unwilling.

The man was dressed in a warlord uniform with a black accent and a military cap with medals laid flat on a stone table.

It gives people the feeling of looking down on the world.

This is full of aura.

It's a pity that this man is just a lame waste now.

Under such scrutiny, he suddenly found that the man was holding a gun in his hand, his fingers were white and long, and he was holding the gun, which was as beautiful as a work of art.

"Then let's make a game."

All the guards took the paper and gagged the agents one by one.

Then, the adjutant handed Shen Jijin a black belt.

Why gagged them?

Why blindfolded?

Why the gun?

Isn't he going to make a game? Is it time to practice guns blindfolded?

Bang –

The slender hand pulled the trigger.

A muffled snort.

The man in a sack fell.

The adjutant looked amazed: "The young marshal's marksmanship is really so admirable to his subordinates." ”

The spies now understand that these young marshals are real madmen.

Make a game?

It's obviously a game with their lives.

If his gun misses a little, the next person to die doesn't know who it will be.

They couldn't see the emotion in the eyes of this young marshal, they could only see the corners of his lips sadly hooked,

"Everyone, be careful, it's better not to move, otherwise, you won't know who this bullet will hit."