Chapter Thirty-Eight: Cold-Blooded Qiao Su

"It's just a game, and I need to use dirty means to win, and I can win if I want to, is there a problem?"

"Miss Qiao, are you fully confident in your skills? Or are you too conceited and arrogant to forget your true strength and only speak provocatively here? ”

Qiao Su looked at the female reporter in front of him and smiled slightly, "Someone!" ”

A figure appeared in the dark, all black, expressionless, kneeling on one knee, looking respectfully towards Qiao Su.

"Master." He spat out a sentence coldly, and his black clothes became more and more obvious in the crowd.

She lowered her eyes and thought about it, the red tear mole in the corner of her eyes became more and more seductive, her red lips were like fire, but she spit out a sentence coldly, "I cut her tongue, I don't know how to speak, don't say it." ”

"Yes." A black shadow flashed, and before everyone could react, it returned to the same place.

"Ah!!h A scream rang out, sharp and piercing, it was the female reporter, her mouth was constantly overflowing with blood, gushing out with her movements, and the pain was unbearable.

The audience was silent and silent.

Qiao Su waved his hand back slightly, "Go down!" She walked up to the female reporter again, held her chin, and looked at her wantonly, "Has anyone ever told you that I have a bad temper?" Who gave you the guts to provoke me? ”

"Woo...... Woo woo woo ...... "Her body kept trembling, and the blood had stained her white shirt red, and she looked like a kind of bewitching thrill.

She kept shaking her head, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't. Tears flowed out of her eyes, like a terrifying female ghost.

The people next to him were stunned when they saw the scene of cutting their tongues before.

There are already people who can't help but vomit, and others who are so frightened that they scream.

Besides, they couldn't help but think, who was the person who cut his tongue just now?

No matter how strong their fighting family is, they are afraid that they can't compare to that person's speed, and it seems that they have to weigh the identity power behind Qiao Su.

Qiao Su looked at the female reporter, "Do you want to tell me who asked you to provoke me?" ”

As soon as Qiao Su said this, Xia Ou, who was standing next to him, shook subconsciously, and then pretended to be calm.

It's okay, Josu won't know whose it is, won't know whose it is.

The female reporter nodded subconsciously after hearing Qiao Su's words, a hint of hope appeared in her eyes, and the original resentful eyes also flashed brightly.

Qiao Su looked into her eyes and sneered disdainfully, "What I want to know, so far, there is really nothing I can't find." ”

After speaking, she lowered her chin and said cold and piercing words in a casual tone, "What use do I want you?" ”

She took out a white tissue from her pocket, slowly wiped the blood on her hands, and lined her slender fingers with white jade.

The female reporter sitting on the ground shook her head vigorously, her eyes full of despair and emptiness.

"Woo...... Woowoo...... "No, I can tell you who is behind it, can you let me go?"...... Please spare me!

She wanted to speak, but the voice she made was not understood by others at all, she still had a family to support, and debts to pay, and she didn't want to die yet.

She regretted that she shouldn't have slandered others because of her insatiable greed.

The female reporter fell to the ground weakly, her eyes were full of remorse, she thought of the past, her parents who loved her always gave her buns, and her younger brother always gave her anything good.

At that time, how happy I was!