Since Ji Muhan rushed back in a hurry just now, she had already guessed that he didn't have her at all, at least it was much better than before, right?

Ji Muhan was too lazy this time, so he put her down and ran quickly in one direction.

Mo Qing was left alone with a confused face, "..."

But Mo Qing was just confused for a moment and immediately became clear about Ji Muhan's sudden actions.

Ji Muhan pulled out the "sneaky" figure without any stop and threw it to the side without any mercy.

The ball rolled on the ground in an almost embarrassing manner, and sat up suddenly, feeling a little dizzy and hadn't reacted yet.

Ji Muhan grabbed the collar of the military uniform and picked it up like a bag. Shen Shaolin was almost strangled to death by him without any mercy!

"Cough cough...cough cough." He coughed to death.

The merciless and flowing movement made Mo Qing look unblinking.

Her Hanhan is simply too handsome, okay?

And Shen Shaolin almost didn't scold Ji Muhan to death.

Ji Muhan, I fuck you, your soul is weak, your soul is weak, you will definitely be retribution, wait.

He scolded Ji Muhan fiercely in his heart. Of course, no matter how much he scolded him, he would not dare to really scold him...

However, before he could breathe, something cold was placed on his neck. This time, Shen Shaolin had no strength to scold him.

Why? Because there is a dagger on his neck.

This is not a pistol. If Ji Muhan pressed a pistol against his head, he would not have to worry at all, because he knew there were empty bullets inside.

The dagger is not fake. He just moved a little, and the dagger that was pressing against his throat also moved, making his neck hurt. It hurt so much that it cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to yell at Ji Muhan.

"Don't be impulsive, impulsive is the devil."

"Owner, your own," Shen Shaolin raised his hands, made a surrender look, stretched out his right index finger and gently pressed it against his dagger, pushed it away a little, and said with a pleasing smile, "Mu Han, everything is easy to discuss. Can we put away the knife first?"

"No." Ji Muhan's eyes were cold and he replied ruthlessly.

Not only that, the dagger in his hand was really not put away, but pushed it forward in an inch.
Chapter completed!