Chapter 284

"You can no longer exercise the power of a husband in the future."

Qin Zhao twisted his body and took a wrong step, Liu Sheng's army stab lifted the suit from his shoulder, and the stab slashed across. Precisely because he was proud of making Yamato the last Taijin in Japan and didn't forget to say something on the scene, his movements were naturally affected a little bit, but this gave Yagyu, who has always been known for his calmness, a chance. Being able to become a silver star envoy in the Zichuan group full of talents and lunatics is not something that can be achieved only by money and beauty, but also the ability to capture fleeting opportunities.

pity! Seeing that the inevitable blow only pierced Qin Zhao's suit, Liu Sheng yelled in his heart, but at the same time, the military thorn in his hand was like a poisonous snake, sticking out its scarlet tongue, screaming and turning back to face Qin Zhao. Zhao's neck was wiped away. And the dizziness and pain that came from him finally understood that Yamato, who would never be able to leap forward again, was instead aroused by the heart-piercing pain to the last trace of blood as a man.

"Aw..." A howl that was almost more violent than a wild wolf made Yamato growl like a beast, bowing his head and opening his hands, desperately rushing To Qin Zhao. In the future, I can no longer spend time watching the starry sky with a woman, so what's the point of living? Why don't we fight together to serve the emperor and his old man!

People have potential, the key is to see when they can be stimulated. Now, Yamato's potential has been stimulated after becoming Taijin, and his speed at this time is several times faster than usual, even if Qin Zhaozhi's kick hits his face, making him mouth Blood sprayed out with white teeth, but he still rushed forward regardless of the pain and dodge, and wrapped his hands around Qin Zhao's waist, hugging him hard. As for Liu Sheng's military stab, at this time, he cooperated and wiped it right in front of Qin Zhao's throat.

If you don't die this time, then I will die! These were the words that came to Liu Sheng's mind when he saw the military assassin was about to enter Qin Zhao's throat. No one can block this narrow blow, not even if you are the famous Longteng July in Kyushu!

At this time, Liu Sheng seemed to see the triangular wound on Qin Zhao's throat that was gushing blood, which made her eyes flicker with enthusiasm like fire. Although the success that will come is based on Yamato's life and death, what does the death of others have to do with me? As long as Longteng Qiyue is slashed, as a martial artist who loves martial arts like his life, it will be a great honor! !

Innocence, what is innocence?

Innocence refers to simplicity, simplicity, and naivety, and the most important feature is reflected in the big feature of simple mind. And Liu Sheng is now the free spokesperson for the word innocence, although she doesn't want to admit it at all.

If Qin Zhao was knocked down by Liu Sheng's stab in this way, he would not only insult the sacred title of 'Longteng', but also greatly insult the man who handpicked him from among the 2.3 million soldiers. Huaxia gold medal instructors. Moreover, if he couldn't dodge Yagyu Jun's stab just because he was tightly hugged by Yamato, he probably would have died countless times before.

At the moment when the military thorn was about to be wiped into the throat, Qin Zhao flipped his wrist, like a poisonous dragon diving up, clinging to the chest and coming out from an incredible angle, the screwdriver in his hand matched the military thorn It bumped and made a crisp sound of 'ding', and then Liu Sheng felt the wrist holding the army thorn go numb, and the army thorn was swung away from Qin Zhao's neck.

Missed! ?

The inevitable blow was blocked in a short time. Liu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, but before he understood how the screwdriver in Qin Zhao's hand turned up at this angle, her chest hurt...she could clearly understand She felt that a sharp nail-like object was piercing her heart that was beating 80 times per minute, and then all the strength disappeared with the sudden contraction of the heart... Then her eyes went dark, and the fish in her hometown At this moment, the small river where the son was playing in the water suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Time seemed to be frozen by the north wind and snowflakes. Liu Sheng only heard a scream of extreme pain, and then slowly leaned on a person.

After the screwdriver in Qin Zhao's right hand accurately pierced Liu Sheng's heart, he immediately let go of the 'blue silk' on the other end of Yamato, hooked the thumb, index finger and middle finger of his left hand, clasped the Adam's apple between Yamato's chin, and pulled it out violently. ... A hiss not from Yamato's mouth, but from a neck with a hole in it, echoing in the wilderness filled with snowflakes.

Even though Liu Sheng was leaning on his body and struggling to breathe, Qin Zhao raised his foot and kicked Yamato's body aside, then grabbed Liu Sheng's waist with his backhand to prevent her from falling due to her weakness. Now, Qin Zhao, who is more calm when encountering danger, looked at the woman whose life was rapidly leaving her body, and asked, "Tell me, where is that person?"

"You, you... who are you asking?" Yamato stared at the snowflakes in the air, his voice seemed to come from that small river in a foreign country.

"Who sent you to Chenjiazhai?" Qin Zhao frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. He didn't expect that this woman would be so careless, just because she pierced her heart supplying blood into her body with a screwdriver, she lost her sanity.

"Hehe," Liu Sheng finally took her thoughts back from the small river in her distant hometown. She clearly felt the beating of her heart getting weaker and weaker. You are gentle: "You, you think I will... say?"

"It's up to you to say it or not, but I think you should understand that even if you don't tell me, I still have a way to know." Qin Zhao sneered and turned around. He saw a car coming from the road in the distance. Stop in front of the coming Hummer. From the looks of it, it should be Ye Qingling's BMW.

I won't say it! Liu Sheng wanted to say this sentence aloud, but even with all her strength, she could only make the corners of her mouth twitch, and she could only hear the footsteps representing the god of death overpowering the heartbeat. She only felt that the hand of the god of death had grasped the clothes on her left breast, and then pulled it lightly without any effort, and she felt the last trace of perception left to her by this world: cold.

It's been a long time since I gave it a go, but these people seem to be really careless. Qin Zhao sighed lightly. People who didn't know it thought he was pitying the short life. In fact, how could he think that he sighed because he didn't enjoy playing?

"What does the little silver sun represent?" Qin Zhao looked at the little silver sun that was revealed after he tore open the clothes under Liu Sheng's armpit, and muttered to himself a little puzzled. A small silver sun the size of a game coin was stabbed on the underarm skin of Liu Sheng's left arm, which had lost its luster of life but was still very delicate.

When he was at the Homeless Bar last time, he had heard from Tie Molei that those Zichuan people who committed suicide had a small blue sun under their left armpits, but Liu Sheng's had a silver one, which puzzled him greatly. After pushing away Liu Sheng who was lying on his body, Qin Zhao walked up to Yamato who had a hole in his throat and stared at the sky with his eyes wide open. He bent down and grabbed him, and lifted his clothes to see that there was also a small sun mark under his armpit. It's just teal.

It seems that the cyan color is for the general public, and the silver color represents that I have a little status in Zichuan. Qin Zhao nodded, looking satisfied with his judgment, let go of Yamato and walked to Matsushima. Just as he was about to see what color mark she had, he heard a sound of vomiting from behind.

"With your courage, you still want to have the nerve to make Long Teng Twelve Moon an idol?" Qin Zhao didn't need to look back, he also knew that the person who vomited the lotus seed soup that Jing Hongxue made in the morning was Wang Yashan in the wilderness.

In a snow-white world that could not be seen at this time in previous years, three corpses were lying on the ground, and the snowflakes fell on their faces that were gradually losing heat, covering them with a layer of crystal. If Wang Yashan couldn't see Matsushima and Yamato, but only saw Yagyu lying on the ground and looking at the sky with empty eyes, she would never be willing to spit out the bowl of lotus seed soup in her belly. She always thought that she was already very good, she could completely look at death without moving, but when she saw the hole in Yamato's throat and Matsushima's protruding eyes, she realized that she was not as good as she imagined. that powerful.

On the usual training ground, even if she was bleeding and sweating, how could she see such a scene from hell? The difference between the champion of the exercise and the person who survived the actual battle is that one has no chance to smell blood, while the other has to taste the enemy's blood under special circumstances.

Regardless of Wang Yashan continuing to bend over to vomit, Qin Zhao still tore open Matsushima's clothes slowly, looked at her, and started groping her body again.

I don't blame you for killing people, and I have nothing to say about the methods used to kill people, but you shouldn't just guard me and grope around a dead woman, right? And you touched it so carefully, as if you didn't let it go...Qin Zhao, you are simply too despicable! Wang Yashan really wanted to accuse and remind him: If you want to touch a woman, there is a live one here, please don't touch those cold women in such a nasty way, okay?

It's a pity that what came out of her opened mouth was not these words, but a mouthful of bitter water.

"Hey, you'd better wait for me in the car first." Qin Zhao sighed disappointed at Wang Yashan's fragility, then pulled out a small mobile phone from the deep ditch in front of Songdo *, grabbed it and hung it The silk thread of the mobile phone was snapped with a bang, and he remained indifferent to the thread's deep strangulation into the back of Matsushima's neck.

Dead people don't feel pain, so there's no need to play humanitarianism with them.

Text me back as soon as it's done!

A text message with only 11 digits including punctuation marks was opened by Qin Zhao in the text box that Songdao had not had time to read. The time was 11.58 am on November 5th, a very auspicious time number, and the sender was : Venus Messenger.