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It¡¯s hard to describe the killing in words, it happened so suddenly.
Including Custer and Mock, there were a total of seventeen people in the West Hall.
Everyone has a gun! !
Except for Custer and Mock, the other fifteen people are all masters selected by the Emperor's Eye Society for the purpose of trapping Yang Xiao with Ye Wushuang as bait.
But these masters didn¡¯t even have a chance to draw their guns in front of Yang Xiao.
When the last woman¡¯s neck was severely strangled by Yang Xiao with the sleeve of her white suit, the fighting ended.
There are dozens of corpses scattered horizontally and vertically.
In the empty west hall, there were only two people standing.
One is Yang Xiao who finally puts aside his white suit, revealing a slim white robe; the other is Mo Ke.
Mork gets a chance to pull out a gun.
Now, he holds a gun in both hands and points it at Yang Xiao.
How he hoped to destroy this devil with one shot! !
Except for the word "devil", Mo Ke, who definitely graduated from a prestigious international school, didn't even know what words to use to describe Yang Xiao's terror.
She kills people swiftly and swiftly.
Those masters were just paper in front of her, and if she tore them apart, they would become pieces.
What made Mo Ke not notice that there was light yellow liquid dripping down his trousers was that Yang Xiao's eyes were so bright when he was killing people.
A naughty boy sees his favorite toy; a drunkard sees a hundred-year-old wine; a forty-year-old bachelor dreams back at midnight and finds a beautiful woman standing in front of him, waiting for his conquest, his eyes will light up like this.
"I want to kill her! Kill this devil who is a day girl and a night boy!!"
In his heart, Mork roared again and pulled the trigger hard.
But, what about the trigger?
Where is the muzzle of the gun! ?
Yang Xiao took off his white top hat and put it on the dead woman's head. His silver hair fell down like a waterfall.
She put the photochromic mirror on the corpse's face and pushed it gently.
The woman slowly collapsed to the ground.
Yang Xiao raised his right hand, flicked the blood-free sleeve with his long and clean fingers, walked slowly to the sofa, and sat down.
She took out a clean goblet from the case and picked up the decanter with her right hand. Just when she was about to pour it, she frowned again, with regret on her face: "The wine is good. It's a pity that it is contaminated by the air."
How can the air contaminate wine?
Will do.
Because the air in the west hall is now filled with the smell of blood, urine and death.
Most people cannot notice it.
But Yang Xiao only had to wrinkle his nose slightly to tell that the wine was no longer pure.
She put down her wine glass and looked at Mock, who was still trembling and looking for the trigger of his pistol: "Your gun has been taken down. Moreover, the butt of the gun is still facing up."
Mork¡ª¡ª
It was only then that he found the answer to why he couldn't find the trigger.
He hurriedly turned over his hands, straightened the pistol, and pointed the gun at Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao stopped looking at him, his eyes lit up, and he took out a bottle of wine from the case.
She waved her left hand.
There was a soft pop, and the oak cork jumped to the side.
With a very careful look, she poured half a glass of wine, shook it slightly, raised her head, and her slender gooseneck was completely exposed to Mock's gun.
He just has to pull the trigger! ! !
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The pistol fell to the ground.
Plop.
Mok knelt down, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking rapidly.
Tears flow freely from between the hairy fingers.
¡°After all, something is still wrong.¡±
Yang Xiao carefully drank the glass of wine and frowned again, his face full of disappointment.
The good mood of drinking has completely disappeared.
She looked at Mok, who was trembling and weeping like chaff, and asked, "Do you know why I don't kill you?"
Mork shook his head.
Yang Xiao thought for a while and said: "There was an old thief with a shaved forehead who told me specifically when I gave birth to a child. If you want to accumulate virtue for my son, you must do everything you can. When drinking, remember to save it. When eating, , remember to drop a few grains of rice. When killing someone, remember to leave one alive."
After she said this, a look of panic suddenly appeared on her face, and then she breathed a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the simple way you held the gun upside down reminded me??.
But Yang Xiao has a good card!
Big and small kings, two 2¡¯s, three a¡¯s¡ª¡ª
In this way, even if Xiaobai tries his best to let go, as long as Yang Xiao rides Juechen without hesitation, he will definitely win.
only¡ª¡ª
Looking at the two kings in his hand, a 2, Yang Xiao hesitated: "Is it really good to win against him? Will he misunderstand that the love I give him is false? Or will it make him feel that he is a child? Lost face in front of the girl? Should I leave or not?"
Before she finished speaking, the man's voice that had been heard outside the door sounded from behind her: "I suggest you go. If you hold the good cards but deliberately don't leave, he will be unhappy. Feeling the dignity of a man, Challenged. That's what I thought when I was his age."
Mok raised his head sharply!
It was only then that he discovered that the bodies of Custer and others were gone.
The blood stains and urine on the floor were also wiped clean.
It turns out that the dozen or so men in black who came in were there to clean the house.
After they quickly cleaned up, they still lowered their heads and filed back out.
When the last man in black disappeared outside the door, there were immediately more than a dozen young girls wearing white robes and olive branch wreaths, with delicate feet, carrying flower baskets or carrying silver coins. Pan, walked in slowly.
The girl carrying the flower basket raised her arms and scattered petals all over the hall.
The two girls holding the silver trays quickly walked to the sofa, knelt down on one knee, and raised the silver trays containing the wine above their heads.
A man in his fifties, wearing a black suit, with various muscles almost bursting out of his clothes, with a stubble on his face, a high nose, and a stubble on his mouth, stood behind Yang Xiao's sofa.
When the man looked at Yang Xiao's cell phone and put forward his pertinent opinions, he reached out and picked up a glass of wine.
Yang Xiao also raised her hand casually, took a glass of wine from the silver plate placed beside her, waved it for a moment, and before she drank it, she praised: "Good wine!"
Who is the man?
Are these girls who are beautifying the west hall his servants?
Does he have to put on such a big air every time he appears? ?
No one can answer Mock¡¯s questions.
Yang Xiao took a sip of wine and knocked out a pair of kings: "Apollo, thank you for your advice."
Apollo?
This man¡¯s name is the same as the sun god in ancient Greek mythology.
The key is that he and this devil seem to be very familiar.
When Mok thought of this, his heart suddenly beat wildly without any warning!
He screamed uncontrollably and faced the man: "I know, you are the legendary war emperor in the West!!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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