Ye Qingyan pushed the muzzle of the gun over.

"Tubu!"

Blood splashed on the wall, and the man in black on the opposite side was instantly beaten into a sieve.

Hades raised the pistol.

Ye Qingyan immediately flashed behind the black-clothed man next to him.

"Bang!"

Hades hit his own guy.

Ye Qingyan kicked the back of the man in black, and the man who had already hung up, like a black bear, rushed towards Hades.

As soon as Hades dodged, the iron chair flew towards him and slammed into him.

He staggered a few steps and hit his back against the wall.

Ye Qingyan flew and stepped on the iron seat, and kicked Hades in the stomach, just kicking on the stomach.

Hades bent over in pain.

Ye Qingyan grabbed him by the collar, pushed him to the iron chair, and pressed him against the backrest.

"I don't believe I can't kill you this time!"

A drop of bright red blood splashed towards Ye Qingyan's right eye, and she closed her eyes.

The green frost blade in his right hand, impartial, plunged into Hades's throat.

Sticky blood came out of his mouth, and his eyes stared at Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan's wrist exerted force.

"Tom!"

Hades's head fell to the ground, and his face still maintained a frightened expression.

"No, no, don't kill me!"

The executioner, whose right hand had been cut off, was curled up in the corner of the wall, waving his only remaining hand towards Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan kicked his left hand in his pants pocket, slowly walked towards him step by step, looked down at him sideways, and snorted coldly,

"Executioner of terrorists, I don't know how many people's blood you have on your hands!"

"Bump—"

A stream of blood splattered onto the wall, and the executioner's eyebrows had an extra bullet hole, and blood was gurgling outside.

Ye Qingyan threw away Hades' big gun and dragged their bodies away.

She smirked as she closed the cabinet door and set up the bloodied iron chair.

"The surname is Li, my sister wants to give you a big gift!"

Ye Qingyan was ready to give Li Shaoze a surprise, there was no reason, he simply wanted to take revenge on him, who asked him to let Wang Ying get into his car before.

Well, I don't know yet, it's the car heading where.

"Ye Qingyan, you have no conscience, you two hug each other to keep warm, and throw me aside."

Ye Qingyan felt someone shaking her shoulders vigorously, and she was leaning against the wall of the pickup truck.

What's going on, she just remembered the process of killing Hades before, and actually fell asleep, it seems that this body is still weak.

Ye Qingyan suddenly thought of something, and quickly reached out and touched his waist, the green frost blade was still there.

In front of him, Fang Zhunan was covering the back of his head and shaking her.

Haha, when the car bumped, the back of her head hit the ground.

"Come on! Come! Well, sister hug! ”

Ye Qingyan stretched out her arm to Fang Zhunan, she obediently lay into Ye Qingyan's arms, and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

"Hey, I really envy this kind of big-hearted person."

Ye Qingyan lowered his body a little to make the two of them more comfortable, leaned against the wall of the carriage and closed his eyes.

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The reflection of the nine-hole bridge looks a little hideous on the surface of the river where the current has become turbulent.

Tonight's nine-hole bridge is destined to be restless.

A hand with a mutilated little finger rests on the railing of the nine-hole bridge.

The wind ruffled his hair, and he stood up his collar.

A pair of high heels, stepping on rhythmic steps, walked towards the people on the nine-hole bridge.

"Smack!"

The man raised his hand and slapped the man on the bridge in the face.

The hand with the mutilated little finger covered this side of the face, and there was darkness in his eyes, and he didn't say anything.

"It's self-defeating!"