Chapter 290

Jiang Shiwei and qingluan trembled at the same time.

Although neither of them knew what the game was, it was not a good game to listen to the name. When the man said this, he glanced at them and didn't know where to take a dagger. The knife was cold in the light, like a broken sword.

He hung in his hand and looked at them carelessly. The smile around his mouth was somewhat sinister. A pair of gloomy eyes looked at them up and down: "who will come first?"

Qingluan looked at Jiang Shiwei and said, "she comes first."

This woman, if she can live after today's events, must beat her fat. Jiang Shiwei took a deep breath and didn't speak.

When the man heard qingluan's answer, he suddenly threw a dart out and cut off the broken hair on her cheek. Qingluan was frightened. The whole person was as pale as earth, covered his mouth and dared not speak again.

Seeing her frightened reaction, the man said calmly, "did I let you speak?"

Qingluan quickly closed her eyes and stopped talking.

The man was satisfied, and a cruel color flashed at the bottom of his eyes: "the game is very simple. You three killed each other with this knife. Whoever wins will have a chance to live."

Although Jiang Shiwei is in a complex entertainment circle, she has never played this game, especially killing people. She never thought about it.

I couldn't help but look at qingluan with complex complexion and let them kill each other. These people have fun and they really can think of it, but who is the night emperor? It's a disaster.

Qingluan looks at Jiang Shiwei and doesn't move. No one wants to survive. If one of her and Jiang Shiwei has to die, the person she wants to die must be Jiang Shiwei.

He stepped forward, took the dagger and looked at Jiang Shiwei.

Others quietly looked at the scene of killing each other, showing their interested faces.

Jiang Shiwei didn't expect that the woman was not only framing her for her life, but also preparing to kill her. She watched qingluan get closer and closer with the dagger, and didn't stop until she came to her.

"Qingluan, if Nan tingliao knew you were doing this, he would not let you go!"

"Oh, do you think he will know what happened today? Don't worry, brother Nan will never know the truth today. If you want to blame, you can only blame your short life!" said, raising the dagger and going to stab the river style. The river style looks cold and subconsciously steps back.

And qingluan missed, raised his dagger and stabbed her again.

Jiang Shiwei reached out and pressed her dagger: "qingluan, what are you doing!"

"Jiang Shiwei, don't you understand? One of us can only live today. In that case, the only person who can die is you!" qingluan said, trying to get rid of her grip.

While they were struggling, they saw qingluan taking the dagger away.

At the critical moment, suddenly a fog bomb exploded in the warehouse. In an instant, the whole warehouse was filled with white smoke.

"No, someone came to save them!" I don't know who shouted, followed by an explosion, followed by all kinds of gunshots.

"Catch those two women!" the leader shouted, knowing that someone must have come to save them, and it was urgent to catch the hostages.

As soon as the slight color of Jiang style changed, she couldn't see the direction at all. She pushed qingluan hard, and qingluan fell to one side. She turned and ran, but without running for two steps, she suddenly bumped into a person's arms. She screamed. When she was about to break free, she heard a deep and incomparable voice: "don't be afraid, it's me!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Jiang Shiwei's tears immediately flowed down. She really thought she was dead. Unexpectedly, Nan tingliao came. He finally came.

"What are you crying for?" Nan tingliao's face was so ugly that she swallowed all her reprimands. Her tears had always been more terrible to him than any weapon.

He frowned imperceptibly: "don't cry!"

But Jiang Shiwei cried even harder.

Nan tingliao has a headache. He likes Jiang Shiwei crying, but he only liked it when he cried at that time. At present, he hasn't settled with her yet. She cries so sad, just like he bullied her. The man's face is heavy and reaches out to erase her tears: "if you cry again, I'll kiss you."

Jiang Shiwei didn't dare to cry for fear that the man would kiss himself at this time.

After all, the danger was not eliminated now, and there was a hail of bullets behind him, but he said such disgusting words.

Seeing that she finally stopped crying, Nan tingliao's face eased a little. He reached out to take off the gas mask on his face and put it on her face. Jiang Shiwei wanted to refuse, but he told him, "wear it."

Jiang Shiwei dared not struggle any more: "but what if you don't wear it?"

She didn't know what this thing was, but after wearing it, her eyesight was much clearer. It must be something useful. Nan tingliao looked at her across the mask and said calmly and forcefully, "my eyesight is good."

Nan tingliao said, holding her up horizontally, and then walked outside.

Jiang Shiwei didn't think about how to escape and escape from death at this moment, because Nan tingliao was there. No matter what the man's identity was, she forgot all the dangers at this moment because of her.

After everything was over, Nan tingliao asked someone to send her back first in order to avoid her injury, but Jiang Shiwei held him tightly: "no, I'll go back with you."

Seeing the woman's firm little face, Nan tingliao finally agreed and nodded: "you wait for me in the car."

The door slowly pulled up. Nan tingliao didn't know who he was calling. After a while, Zhan Bei helped a man out and took a closer look. It was qingluan.

How could she get hurt? However, the woman was guilty of many evils and deserved to be hurt. At the moment when qingluan saw Nanting Liao, the whole body fell into Nanting Liao's arms as soon as she was soft.

Nan tingliao took a step back, but Zhan Bei was afraid of her falling, so he helped her again.

Qingluan bit her teeth. She was hurt. The man was still so cold and ruthless. His beautiful big eyes turned red and bit his red lips. His voice had a coquettish smell: "brother Nan, I'm hurt. The wound hurts."

"Zhan Bei, take her to the hospital." Nan tingliao said coldly.

A trace of injury flashed across the bottom of qingluan's eyes. She was so badly hurt now. Didn't he even say a word to comfort her?

As soon as his face changed, he continued to say pitifully, "brother Nan, I want you to send me there."