Little Seven ......

Master, have you forgotten your gender?

You don't seem to have the tools to "attack" this kind of thing...... I didn't have that stuff.

Young Master Yan stretched out his hand to unscrew the door, and a ray of light shone in, she put one hand in her pocket, her thin lips were slightly curled, and she walked out with casual steps.

Behind them, the tall, handsome man still stood in the shadows.

His face was hidden, and his expression was not very real.

His eyes followed the young man's upright back, and a light welled up in his eyes.

This little rascal wants to tease him so much?

He gave her a chance.

Qin Ye, who woke up, thought about how to ask this little rascal to dig a pit and bury himself in it.

Preferably, I can fill in the soil.

It's best to never get out again.

*

A group of police officers have been waiting outside for a long time.

They were discussing the question of which was the top and which was the bottom, Joshua and Mr. Qi......

It's a heated discussion.

The office was pushed away, and the handsome young man stepped forward with long legs and glanced at them casually.

The eyes were light, but with a stronger coercion than John's.

The officers subconsciously stood up.

"His Royal Highness the Prince~"

Yan Tao bowed slightly, nodded, raised his legs and went into the interrogation room, and called two police officers to follow in.

On the torture chair, the thin white man sat on his back with a stubbled beard, listened to the voice, and did not raise his head, just squinted and closed his eyes.

The attitude is very arrogant.

One of the officers glared: "Cole. David, now is a good time for you to make a meritorious service. If you can truthfully confess your crimes, we can ask the court for a commutation of your sentence and give you leniency! ”

"Leniency?"

Scold......

Cole. David sneered, raised his head, and saw the Dongfang youth behind the table, his eyes moved, and he directly sneered disdainfully.

"Yo, John is dead? Call a yellow pig to interrogate me? The FBI people are all dead?! ”

"You're insulting me, insulting my personality!"

Cole. David's words were harsh and insulting.

The spittle he scolded flew around, and he even got up excitedly, driving the interrogation chair to slam and thump, and his head appeared unusually clear in the quiet room.

The young man's slender and white fingers were slightly bent, resting on the table, and in the dim light, his handsome face showed a cool appearance to the bones.

The officers on the side were all startled by the violent Cole, and reflexively took a step back.

They subconsciously looked at the youth in the dim light.

Wait a minute, Yan Tao's narrow eyes are covered with a layer of frost color, and his handsome and harmless face is extremely strange at this moment.

All over the body, it is full of danger.

She half-squinted her eyes: Yellow pigs?

Xiao Qi felt the master's violent anger, and hurriedly popularized science: Master, there are many racists on this planet, and your face is Asian. Many Europeans and Americans are racist, they think that white people should be the highest race, and they think that they are ......

Xiao Qi was so weak that he didn't dare to speak anymore.

How could anyone have had such the audacity to dare to scold the master to his face.

When in Starfield.

is the most difficult time, and the owner is also the Yan family of the dignified Yan family.

The blood is noble, and the status belongs to the nobility.

On this ancient planet, some people actually scolded the owner for being a pig.

Xiao Qi silently lit a wax for the man.

Okay, you can die in peace.

Yan Tao slowly stood up, let the black broken hair hang down, and laughed, racist?

Very good.