Fusang's eyes filled with coldness, and he placed the water glass on the table.

"Come out." She said coldly.

The door to the master bedroom opened, revealing a tall figure.

Obviously, the other party was not afraid of her, and appeared in front of her in a grand manner.

The man had blonde hair, was about two meters tall, had terrifying bulging muscles, and had several scars on his face.

His aura was as strong as a beast, and his eyes were extraordinarily cold, as if she was a mortal prey in his eyes.

Fu Sang's eyes narrowed slightly, and a layer of frost shrouded his delicate face.

In addition to the extremely aggressive and dangerous aura on this person's body, there is also a strong smell of blood.

She was sure that countless people had died at his hands.

This is a professional killer.

Generally, the killer will use the fastest and most direct method to solve the target, probably because the other party sees that she is too weak and does not bother to solve her in secret.

Or maybe I want to know something through her.

Sure enough, as she expected, the foreign man asked coldly.

"Woman, where is the thing?"

First, Vusan really didn't know what he was looking for.

Second, even if there is, it will not be handed over to him.

The memory of the original owner is not wrong, and the person who killed the original owner and Li Mu is this foreign killer.

Fusang pursed his lips and said, "I don't understand what you're saying. ”

The foreign man came over and asked in Chinese as he went: "Give me the things quickly, or I will kill you and make you a specimen." ”

As she spoke, the man's large, iron-clad hand squeezed towards her head.

Fusang's figure stepped back sensitively, dodging the man's big hand, his delicate eyebrows dyed with anger.

The strong hatred in the original owner's heart affected her, causing her to pour out and want to cut the foreign man in front of her with a thousand knives.

Everyone has reverse scales, and Li Mu is the reverse scale of the original owner.

The foreign man didn't expect her to be able to dodge, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

However, he sees this as a reflexive gesture.

"Slut, hide from Lao Tzu and kill you again!"

Fu Sang sneered and said, "You'd better not hide later." ”

This foreign man is a professionally trained killer, and he doesn't know if he is better than her in martial arts, and he must fight quickly.

No matter what will destroy the home.

Fusang swooped forward, grabbed the man's arm, and shook it hard.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang.

The tall man was thrown against the wall, and the dust that immediately hit the wall shook off and dented a small piece.

The man slammed to the ground and immediately got up again.

The blow just now obviously caused him a major injury, and bright red blood slowly flowed from his head.

"Fuck, bitch!" The man snorted violently, pulled the weapon from his lap, and his eyes were as cold as a viper.

Fusang's eyes stared at him coldly.

If you kill in self-defense, you won't go to jail.

Of course, if you vent your anger when the other party is unable to move, and then kill someone, you will be punished by the law.

These killers, who have had many people stained with the blood of their hands, will not go to jail no matter how many they kill.

The man rushed over quickly, the blade in his hand stabbing at her.

Fusang stretched out his hand to dodge nimbly, and then grabbed the man's hand, but before he could move, the sharp blade in the man's hand stabbed horizontally.

Fusang had to let go of his thick arms, bend down and duck backwards, and roll over to a safe distance.

The man then attacked, and the furniture in the living room was destroyed, and the ping-pong ball smashed to the ground.