Chapter 509: Slade (Page 1/1)

(Repeat later, I'll see it tomorrow)

It is a beautiful building, with a black castle standing between the mountains and forests in the middle of the snow, giving it a classical beauty. And away from the crowds, it is a good place to hide and quiet.

"That's where your friends live?" The yellow taxi stopped outside the manor, and the somewhat elderly black driver looked at the building outside in surprise, turned back to Ye Qianhu and said, "Your friend is really rich enough." ”

"Of course, I think so too." Handing the banknote to this rare taxi driver, Ye Qianhu pushed the car door and walked straight to the main entrance of the manor in front of him.

"Hey, you've got too much money!"

Behind him, the taxi driver shouted as he poked his head out of the window.

"Coffee please." Ye Qianhu waved his hand and said, "Not every driver is willing to take me so far." ”

The taxi went away, and Ye Qianhu walked to the main gate of the manor. He didn't have any idea of hiding his identity at all this time, and there was no need for a sneak attack or something, how good it would be to go through the front door.

The people in the manor found out about Ye Qianhu's arrival early in the morning, and as soon as Ye Qianhu came to the main gate, he saw a man with an assault rifle running across the iron gate, and yelled at Ye Qianhu: "This is a private territory, and I don't accept visits!" ”

Seeing this person, Ye Qianhu had a new understanding of the power of the Bigfoot Gang here. Although this is a private territory, it is really too blatant to go out with an assault rifle to drive people out.

This member of the Bigfoot Gang didn't wait for Ye Qianhu's answer, almost the first sentence he had just said to Ye Qianhu, at the position of his carotid artery, it was as if it had been slashed by an invisible blade, and a narrow wound appeared there out of thin air in an instant!

It wasn't until the unprecedented pain appeared, when the warm arterial blood gushed violently under the pressure, that the man finally discovered the wound in his carotid artery.

There was no dying struggle, and there was no sound of looking back on himself before dying, the footsteps of the march came to an abrupt halt, consciousness quickly dissipated, and a corpse still spurting blood slammed into the snow.

Around him, white snow, black dirt, and red blood are intertwined with each other to form a strange picture called death.

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It is a beautiful building, with a black castle standing between the mountains and forests in the middle of the snow, giving it a classical beauty. And away from the crowds, it is a good place to hide and quiet.

"That's where your friends live?" The yellow taxi stopped outside the manor, and the somewhat elderly black driver looked at the building outside in surprise, turned back to Ye Qianhu and said, "Your friend is really rich enough." ”

"Of course, I think so too." Handing the banknote to this rare taxi driver, Ye Qianhu pushed the car door and walked straight to the main entrance of the manor in front of him.

"Hey, you've got too much money!"

Behind him, the taxi driver shouted as he poked his head out of the window.

"Coffee please." Ye Qianhu waved his hand and said, "Not every driver is willing to take me so far." ”

The taxi went away, and Ye Qianhu walked to the main gate of the manor. He didn't have any idea of hiding his identity at all this time, and there was no need for a sneak attack or something, how good it would be to go through the front door.

The people in the manor found out about Ye Qianhu's arrival early in the morning, and as soon as Ye Qianhu came to the main gate, he saw a man with an assault rifle running across the iron gate, and yelled at Ye Qianhu: "This is a private territory, and I don't accept visits!" ”

Seeing this person, Ye Qianhu had a new understanding of the power of the Bigfoot Gang here. Although this is a private territory, it is really too blatant to go out with an assault rifle to drive people out.

This member of the Bigfoot Gang didn't wait for Ye Qianhu's answer, almost the first sentence he had just said to Ye Qianhu, at the position of his carotid artery, it was as if it had been slashed by an invisible blade, and a narrow wound appeared there out of thin air in an instant!

It wasn't until the unprecedented pain appeared, when the warm arterial blood gushed violently under the pressure, that the man finally discovered the wound in his carotid artery.

There was no dying struggle, and there was no sound of looking back on himself before dying, the footsteps of the march came to an abrupt halt, consciousness quickly dissipated, and a corpse still spurting blood slammed into the snow.

Around him, white snow, black dirt, and red blood are intertwined with each other to form a strange picture called death.

It is a beautiful building, with a black castle standing between the mountains and forests in the middle of the snow, giving it a classical beauty. And away from the crowds, it is a good place to hide and quiet.

"That's where your friends live?" The yellow taxi stopped outside the manor, and the somewhat elderly black driver looked at the building outside in surprise, turned back to Ye Qianhu and said, "Your friend is really rich enough." ”

"Of course, I think so too." Handing the banknote to this rare taxi driver, Ye Qianhu pushed the car door and walked straight to the main entrance of the manor in front of him.

"Hey, you've got too much money!"

Behind him, the taxi driver shouted as he poked his head out of the window.

"Coffee please." Ye Qianhu waved his hand and said, "Not every driver is willing to take me so far." ”

The taxi went away, and Ye Qianhu walked to the main gate of the manor. He didn't have any idea of hiding his identity at all this time, and there was no need for a sneak attack or something, how good it would be to go through the front door.

The people in the manor found out about Ye Qianhu's arrival early in the morning, and as soon as Ye Qianhu came to the main gate, he saw a man with an assault rifle running across the iron gate, and yelled at Ye Qianhu: "This is a private territory, and I don't accept visits!" ”

Seeing this person, Ye Qianhu had a new understanding of the power of the Bigfoot Gang here. Although this is a private territory, it is really too blatant to go out with an assault rifle to drive people out.

This member of the Bigfoot Gang didn't wait for Ye Qianhu's answer, almost the first sentence he had just said to Ye Qianhu, at the position of his carotid artery, it was as if it had been slashed by an invisible blade, and a narrow wound appeared there out of thin air in an instant!

It wasn't until the unprecedented pain appeared, when the warm arterial blood gushed violently under the pressure, that the man finally discovered the wound in his carotid artery.

There was no dying struggle, and there was no sound of looking back on himself before dying, the footsteps of the march came to an abrupt halt, consciousness quickly dissipated, and a corpse still spurting blood slammed into the snow.

Around him, white snow, black dirt, and red blood are intertwined with each other to form a strange picture called death.

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