"It's not." Xue Li's beautiful eyes are on fire, and she sees death as home.

Helian Yao's cold eyes flashed, and he fired his gun with incredible speed, hitting the assassin in the center of his eyebrows.

Blood, gushing out, splashed on Xue's face.

The assassin's knife was still on Xue Li's neck, but he no longer had the strength to swing it.

Looking at the corpse that fell straight to the ground, Helian Yao took out a handkerchief and wiped Xue Wei's face, "You are very bold." ”

Fart! Xue Li's eyes were now red, and even Helian Yao's handsome face had turned into Guan Gong.

The strong smell of blood is like maggots on tarsal bones, where can it be wiped off with two wipes?

He looked at the snow that had been stupid, and seemed to say to himself, "I can't wipe it off, so let's go wash it." ”

Just then, the lieutenant ran in with a gun, and the soldiers behind him held a surviving assassin.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Adjutant Zhang knelt down on one knee, "Young marshal, your subordinates should be damned, it's too late." ”

Helian Yao's cold eyes teased, "Drag the corpse down, cut off the head and hang it in the Guangfu Grand Theater." ”

Xue Wei swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva with difficulty, and when she listened to the book, she had heard of hanging people's heads at the gate of the city, or hanging them in the theater for the first time.

Obviously, the adjutant also felt that it was inappropriate, but he didn't dare to say it, so he asked the surviving assassin to push forward, "Young marshal, grab a live one." ”

Helian Yao didn't even bother to look at it, but asked Xue Wei, "Like snowmen?" ”

Xue Mo didn't know what to say and couldn't think, she blinked her blood-soaked eyelashes and nodded, "Hmm." ”

"Then bury it in snow."

It's so lightweight, like burying a rotten cucumber.

Xue covered her bloodstained eyes with a handkerchief, unable to believe what she had heard.

No wonder the world says that Helian Yao is a demon, and sure enough, he treats human life like a mustard.

And she, just nodding her head, became his accomplice in killing.

"Wait, young marshal, I don't like snowmen."

"Then chop it up and feed it to the dogs."

Chopped up or buried in snow, which one is less painful to die?

This multiple-choice question Xue Xue can't answer.

Xue Mo and Helian Yao met again at the dinner table, and he was sitting at the round table with the ice cracked jade surface, holding a flat silver wine jug in his hand, and was drinking.

The orange light shadow hit half of his face, and the bridge of his nose was as tall as jade, like a beautiful son in the turbid world, but who knew that every one of his footprints was bloody, and the high position was all made of white bones.

Xue Mo sat down across from him, disgusted with the braised pork at him.

Helian Yao handed her the chopsticks, "This month is eighteen." ”

"What?" Her fingers stiffened, and her chopsticks slipped to the ground.

Helian Yao pulled a chair, and condescended to pick it up for her, seeing that she had been looking at herself, she suddenly hooked the corner of her mouth and touched her leg.

This rascal!

Knowing that he was not so kind, Xue Mo lifted his toes, and the pointed end of his high heels kicked his hand directly.

The smile on Helian Yao's lips was even stronger, and he didn't hide, but held her feet in his hands.

Xue Mo is a heavenly foot, but it is not big, and the shape is cute, Helian Yao plays with it, and it seems to be very satisfied.

Pretty face turned crimson, and Xue Wei tried hard to break free, "You let go." ”

"Do you know how to ride a horse?" He didn't let go, but he said this.

Xue Mo didn't know what he meant, so she didn't want to follow him anyway, "No." ”

Slowly putting her feet down, he said, "When you get married, I will teach you that the young marshal must be able to ride a horse." ”