This sentence sounded gentle and calm, without the slightest hint of anger.

It's usually like a teenager who used to sit on the sofa and say casually when he saw her come back.

If it weren't for the strange and critical situation at this time, Song Jin would have thought that he was actually not angry at all.

But the rope that has been cut has already shown everything.

Her bedroom is on the second floor, and it is not high from below, but it is not low, and if she falls straight down, she will not die, but she will be half-crippled.

Especially the extremely hard marble floor underneath...

Swallowing her saliva, her eyes fixed on the blade in his hand, which was still slowly turning, shuttling through her fingertips, and the cold light reflected continuously revealed an extremely cold meaning.

She lowered her head and coughed lightly, but she was short of words for a while, but she looked at him with a weak heart, and said dryly, "Yes... yes, I'm back. ”

Seeing that the rope was about to be cut in half, she hugged the rope in her hand, noticed the gaffe, and hurriedly remedied, "No... That was not what I meant! That one... Jue, it's not good to play with knives... Can you put the knife down first? ”

After saying that, Song Jin was about to slide down the rope so that he could fall to the ground.

There was also this trend, and suddenly her whole body shook violently, almost falling down, and when she looked up, she saw that the rope had been cut to only a little bit.

He grasped the strength very skillfully, and then, no matter how much he cut, the remaining rope would no longer support her weight.

At that point, the rope will not be able to withstand the breaking, and she will fall hard.

"Is my brother trying to take advantage of the opportunity to run away?"

The young man was still lazily supporting his delicate jaw, his slender and straight body was leaning on the fence, the smile on his lips was deepening, and he kindly reminded:

"Now my brother better not to move, slide down, the rope may break."

Qi Jue was once admitted to the largest international military training camp, where the training was devilish, and he had to sign a life and death contract before entering.

The number of deaths is as high as 80% every year, but the group of people who come out alive can fully form the top elite troops in the world.

Naturally, she didn't dare to underestimate Qi Jue's knife skills, who knew what he had learned in it!

If he can come out alive, it means that his achievements must have reached the standard, and Song Jin will not be naïve to think that the devil's training camp is only to teach them marksmanship.

The rope is stuck there, and if you slide down, you must pull the rope, and when the time comes, it is difficult to say whether the severed part can withstand this force.

If you don't move like this, at least you won't add more burden to the rope.

Thinking of this, Song Jin inevitably hated it!

She blinked, her heart was bitter, but her face was confused and innocent, and she was weak and embarrassed to laugh, "That, I'm just... My hands were sore, so I accidentally slipped down a little, in fact, I didn't even think about running, really! ”

"Yes." The young man spit out the words lightly, put away the knife, stared at her with dark and deep eyes, and his tone was very lazy, "But if my brother falls, it's fine, lie in the hospital for half a year, and I will take care of my brother when the time comes." If you are unfortunate enough to be paralyzed for life......"

"Ah Jue ——!" Song Jin hurriedly interrupted him with a bitter face, "You calm down... Why don't we talk about the company's future plans? I've been working hard lately, and I've learned a lot! I would like to share it with my dearest and dearest you. ”

"Okay." The teenager didn't mind her changing the subject either.

He leaned there idly, holding his head and looking at her with a smile, "What does my brother want to say to me?" ”