When the dark guards saw the girl who got out of the car, their hands that were about to be killed shook suddenly, and they quickly packed up the guys in their hands and rushed out, shouting respectfully: "Miss! ”

"What about Lu Xiaoliu?"

A guard trembled and said, "Master Lu, Master Lu is ...... in the backyard"

Song Qing only nodded in response, and then walked to the backyard. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, others don't know, don't they know? Who is the most terrible in this house!

How is Miss Song?

Dead and poor Daoist friends are immortal, so master, be careful!

Just when Lu He came back, he activated the first-level alert, and the original words were: "If you see something sneaky, you must stop it", they naturally guarded it loyally, but when they saw it, it turned out to be the eldest lady. Who dares, it is estimated that the eldest lady was angry with her master.

Little Brother Lu, you ask for a lot of blessings!

At this time, Lu Xiaoliu didn't know that he was about to finish, and he was sighing at the nest of ducks in the yard.

"Your sister is getting more and more fierce, I did this to my father, but what should I do? I can't help my father, I can't help my father! Lu He still carried the old man's chair and sat in a circle looking at the nest of ducks outside.

Pondering, a few of them are fat enough, and when Song Qing is in a better mood, kill and eat them.

But they didn't know that death had come.

"Little Six."

Lu He's neck tightened, my mother!

"Hey, hey, Song Qing, you're back, hurry up, let Uncle Liu eat."

"Sit down, don't hit you." Song Qing pulled an old man's chair and sat in the courtyard.

It was as quiet as a chicken for a while......

"Life or death, your old man has a word." Lu He could no longer hold back the cowardice in his heart.

"Take a break." Song Qing closed her eyes, and under the light makeup, the girl was delicate and picturesque.

"Hao Yu won't replace you, will he?" Lu He was surprised, didn't Song Qing come back to beat him? Today, the eldest lady is angry.

"Nope."

After a while, Song Qing slowly opened his eyes, lazy, profound, and full of stories.

"The little duck has grown up, there is no longer the cowering of the child, and he can be free, Lu He, congratulations to us."

Lu He was immediately relieved, and looked at her sideways, "That's nature, master, I'm the overlord of the underworld...... The younger brother. Hahaha......"

Song Qing pursed her lips and smiled, in those eyes that were as bright as a sea of stars, what was left was just an indifferent and occasional warmth after many years.

Song Qing still drove back to Fenglin Road at night, and flicked his tail handsomely in Lu He's resentful gaze, leaving him with a Maybach sexy ass.

After laying out the protective net, Song Qing landed on the killer website.

Sure enough, the person who wanted to kill Lu He couldn't wait to contact her.

Song Qing's fingers kept tapping on the table, thinking about Lu He's recent itinerary and the people around him, and seriously planning an assassination.

The most recent is the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow Lu He is the emptiest, there is no meeting from ten o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon, he will always be in the office, but Lu's glass is a special strengthened version, and there are no better sniper points around Lu's, which is a bit difficult. It's hard to die in one snipe.

The rest is the day after tomorrow, there is a business meeting, but they are all big guys, Lu He's death is too big, and Song Qing is not easy to get out.

The easiest thing is to go to Jiangxinyuan to kill people, but it's too difficult.

Forget it, it's tomorrow, Lu He will go to work tomorrow, Song Qing is directly ambushed in the opposite building, and the moment he enters the door, it will be good to snipe him.

Song Qing was seriously thinking about how to snipe Lu He. At this time, a dialog box popped up on the computer, it was Su Qi.

Seven: Master~ Do you want to be a slave?

Maomao:......

Seven: Maomao, I'm going back to China in a few days! Miss me? o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

Maomao: Taken on vacation?

Seven: Uh-huh, just finished a dance festival in Europe! I took half a year off, and my sister took you to wave for a few months~

Mao Mao: Don't look for sweet bitter melon?

Seven: Oh, don't you demolish the slave family! I mainly miss you, don't worry, if I don't take you first, I won't go anywhere else! How can bitter melon be as cool as cucumber, don't you say?

Maomao: Okay.

Seven: Wait for my aunt and grandmother to return to China!

Maomao: Okay.

Song Qing got off the line, slept for three hours, and at four o'clock in the morning, he went to prepare the gun.

In the garage, eighteen steps to the left after entering the door, there is an invisible fingerprint reader on the yellow line on the left rear side of the third park, counting down 8.3 centimeters. Song Qing pressed his fingerprint, and the left wall of the garage opened from the middle. Inside is Song Qing's arsenal.

changed his appearance, put on a purple wig, and changed into a black leather jacket and leather pants. Carrying a guitar bag, he went out the door.

Evading the surveillance, he bypassed the office building opposite the Lu Group from the north of the city, and rushed to the top floor while the sky was still dark.

At this time, the sky has just turned green, and the time is still very early, Song Qing put the guitar bag on the ground, leaned on it, and watched the starlight gradually disappear, there have been many tasks in the past few years, but he didn't want to come to the imperial capital, and the first vote was to kill his own people.

The waiting time was very long, and when she calmed down, it seemed as if she was the only one left in the world. Such a quiet day to watch the morning light should be something she hadn't had in the previous twelve years, if she could remember it.

I always feel that I was not happy in those days, so what about now?

Song Qing asked herself, are you happy? worked hard to live, but in the end, he still couldn't live like this.

It seems to be good, at least, I have a few friends. There is another one, Hao Yu, who may be in love.

Although there is no home, there are many places to live; I don't know who I am, but I have many identities; Although it is impossible to sing, it has unparalleled power.

That's it, the earth is the best of the ages.

However, it is not good at all.

If there is a choice, Song Qing thought, she is willing to forget everything and start again, she can not have strong skills, I hope, I have a family, I hope, I can sing.

Live as wanton as you want.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Lu He's Maybach appeared at Lu's door on time.

Song Qing opened the guitar bag, which contained the latest German-style sniper rifle.

Lu He didn't know that Mao Mao, the gun king opposite, was already holding a gun to his skull, and he stopped stupidly, took out his mobile phone, and called Song Qing.

"Hello?"

Song Qing answered the phone.

"Something?" Song Qing asked. His eyes were still in the scope, aiming at Lu He's smooth head.

"Where are you? We ate together at noon, and I got a few bottles of good wine. "I always feel that I have been a little hairy recently, so let's find a way to smooth the little ancestor.

"Probably not, I'll see you in the hospital when I'm free." Song Qing said coldly.

"What????" Lu He was stunned.

"Don't make a noise, I'm going to kill you. Hung up. Song Qing cut off the phone, and before Lu He could react, the bullet had already been aimed at Lu He's head and fired.

Lu He fell to the ground in an instant, blood flowing.

The security guards surrounded him instantly, and Xiao Haidu turned Lu He away as soon as possible and blocked the news. When the police arrived all over the city to search for the murderer.

A purple-haired teenager dressed in hip-hop is carrying a guitar to buy millet porridge at the third breakfast shop on Chengyuan Road.

Song Qing sat in the breakfast shop, and the guitar bag was placed on the seat next to him. The mobile phone was quickly pressed to log in to a bank account. Received 100 million.

Lu He's life is worth 100 million.

Some people will definitely feel that 100 million is not high to buy the life of the underworld overlord Lu He, but it is not low.

However, can 100 million really buy a human life?

Sometimes, Song Qing killed people and watched those incomes like flowing water. So much money, to buy human lives. Is it really worth it? Or, she Song Qing, killed someone in exchange for that money, did she earn it?