"How is it? Is it exciting enough now? Is it erratic enough?"

The girl's tone was as light as if she was asking "What's the weather today?", but it made people feel that it was the sound of death coming from hell.

Song Jing was about to rush over to save Ye Wanwan's footsteps as if they were nailed to the floor, and his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

"well……"

So handsome!!!

This extremely smooth beating move, and this smooth fighting move is simply exciting.

But...what is going on!

Why did the delicate girl suddenly become possessed by the God of Killing?

He looked at the captain beside him with a confused look on his face, but saw that the other party's expression was even more shocked than him, and he was obviously completely shocked.

The pain and fear made Chen Shijie hold his arm and scream wildly, "Ah! Enough... enough... enough..."

The girl threw the gun in her hand in disgust and reluctantly picked up the wine bottle beside her. She smashed it with a "clang" and the sharp fragments pressed against the man's heart and spoke in a very light voice, "Would you like... to... be more exciting?"

The glass fragments pressed against the part of the heart through a thin layer of shirt, sliding dangerously on the skin. Chen Shijie's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his body was shaking like a sieve. "No... no... Auntie, please spare me! Bless me... I was wrong... I really knew it was wrong... I had no idea about Taishan..."

I thought I had found a top-notch this time, but who knew that I was going to provoke a female devil. Song Shijie's intestines were almost regretful.

While begging for mercy, he turned his eyes to Huangmao and his subordinates for help, but those people hid farther than the other, wishing they could shrink away from seeing themselves.

"I know you're wrong?" the girl raised her eyebrows.

Chen Shijie quickly spoke, "Yes, yes, yes! I know, I know! One thousand knows! Ten thousand knows!"

"Since that's the case... then forget it..." the girl looked very compassionate.

Chen Shijie was relieved when he heard this.

However, the moment the girl finished speaking, Chen Shijie let out an even more miserable wail, "Ahhhhhhh--"

The broken wine bottle instantly penetrated into the man's heart under everyone's horrified eyes.

"Ah, sorry... I'm too embarrassed... I've been waving... my hands are slipping..." The sweet and weak girl pulled out the tissue beside her and slowly wiped off the blood splashed on the back of her hand. There was no trace of warmth in her lazy eyes.

Chen Shijie was lying on the ground, and he had completely lost air and had too much air.

Only Song Jing and Liuying saw that the bottle inserted into Chen Shijie's heart was quite precise, and they barely avoided the blood vessels in the fatal place. If they moved a little, Chen Shijie's life would be gone.

There was another chaotic scream in the bar.

The arrogant and arrogant Huangmao, who was lying all over the floor, was hiding from a distance, and the crowds around him were huddling in the corner as if they were watching some monsters. They didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of attracting the girl's attention.

The screams around him were distracting.

Ye Wanwan slowly stretched out and stroked her almost burst temple. The venting just now only briefly reduced the restlessness in her body. In a moment, the flame in her chest began to burn again with the sticky smell of blood on the ground...

The pain almost made her dizzy, and everything around her slowly began to rotate in front of her eyes.

The next second, Ye Wanwan shook her forehead and her eyes slowly swept around...

Then, he suddenly locked in a certain direction.

Song Jing was still in a state of shock, but was suddenly locked by a very cold gaze. His body was stiff and his brain was short-circuited. He swallowed with a "gurgle" and his calf trembled in vain...

I...I'll go...
Chapter completed!