I Hate Her, Wish She Goes To Hell 2

Seeing Jiuyin's innocent and unsuspecting appearance of what he said, Mo Linghan grew more and more disdainful and sneered in his heart.

Perhaps in everyone's heart, Ye Feng and Jiuyin have already met!

When Ye Feng was invincible right now, but in Jiuyin, he was crying for help. If they weren't in the same group, Mo Linghan wouldn't believe it.

But Ye Feng knows!

According to this woman's dealings, it is absolutely impossible to save him, she wished to die at the hands of the King of War!

But fortunately, because Jiuyin attracted the current situation, he and Zhan Wang did not have time to worry about him, and he did not tear off the face towel.

Otherwise, if this demon girl recognizes it, she really won't survive!

Yu Guang waved the miniature pistol in Feng Qingyun's hand about to advance towards Jiuyin, and Mo Linghan's heart also sped up, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Mo Linghan slightly raised his eyes and said casually.

Suddenly, the smile on Jiuyin's face grew thicker. Under Mo Linghan's eyes, Bai Zhe's fingers rose slightly and her pink petal ... directly scratched Feng Qingyun's chin.

The heartbreaking pain came, and the corners of Feng Qingyun's eyebrows wrinkled in pain, and the movements of his hands stopped slightly.

Blood immediately dripped down his chin to the ground.

Drop by drop, shocking.

The smoking blood was like a ruthless sword, piercing Mo Linghan's dark eyes!

"Do not move--"

Just when Mo Linghan's coldness reached its limit, a familiar voice rang out and the situation was suddenly reversed.

Feng Qingyun took advantage of the moment when Jiuyin raised her head to look at Mo Linghan, she suddenly raised the miniature pistol on her sleeve, enduring the sore throat from being scraped deeply by the lace again, and pointed directly at Jiuyin's forehead .

His fingers moved the handle of the pistol, and Feng Qingyun's dazzling face conveyed unsurpassed confidence.

The secret guards showed fear the moment they saw the pistols appear.

Looking at things in Feng Qingyun's hands was particularly scared and admired, as if he was looking at a sacred treasure, eagerly out of fear!

Feng Qingyun coldly smiled, an endless chill flooded his eyes, with a supreme aura all over his body:

"If you don't know what this thing is, I can't help but tell you, this is the weapon used by the East China Empire in a rapid battle two years ago, no matter how fast you are, you will certainly die!"

This pistol was the only talisman that saved lives on Feng Qingqi's body.

There are only eight bullets left in the gun ... Feng Qingyun is heartbroken to death, even if it's a waste of one, but now for his own life, even if all the bullets run out, he must take revenge!

If he doesn't kill this little bitch, he won't be called Feng Qingyun!

Hearing the threatening sound in his ear, Jiuyin slowly turned his head, a carefree smile on his face and Zhu Sha's dazzling strange mole on his forehead.

Those unwavering eyes looked at the things in Feng Qingyun's hands, disdainfully, arrogantly, unable to find a trace of fear.

With this gaze, Feng Qingyun felt as if something was out of control.

Doesn't he really know how powerful his miniature pistol is?

She had used a miniature pistol on the battlefield before, and she killed the opponent's commander with a single shot as soon as she entered the battle, and it was like this, she became famous in the East China Empire.

To say that ordinary people do not know the power of a gun, Feng Qingyun can still believe it, but the person in front of him is not an ordinary person ...