The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Yan Chi lowered his head and glanced at the burning cigarette butt.

He was weak and weak, and there were hands and feet in the smoke.

It's just a cigarette. It's just for fun. The pretty boy is still waiting for his expression to change. At least he will throw away the cigarette immediately after finding out that he was tricked. Who knows that Yan Chi's expression does not change at all, and he even bites the butt of the cigarette and puts it in his mouth again. Sending it off, I took a sip in front of him.

The pretty girl's face froze, "Are you so crazy? Are you not afraid at all?"

Yan Chi asked: "How many have been found?"

"It's not much. It's really difficult to check your information. It's been hidden too much, but I've found everything I can probably know. The surname Yan is not common. You come from the capital and have been in the military for generations, so there is only one family. You are indeed capable. My father was hunted down by you back then. You must have gained a lot of fame by relying on this. Later, my father searched for you for a long time, and a living person just disappeared. If it hadn't been for Li Jianluo this time We have it in our hands, and we brought you here, but we didn’t know you were hiding so deep.”

Yan Chi suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes tightening every inch, "Li Jian is in your hands."

The pretty face pouted, and her voice had a cutesy tone, "Yeah, I only have half my life left in the torture. He's too tight-lipped, so I just want to see if you can have a breakthrough here."

While he was talking, he came closer, put the muzzle of his gun against the wound on Yan Chi's waist, and deliberately struck into the wound.

"I really want to kill you, but the things my father is researching really have to cross your line. How about... Grandpa, can you please continue to love me? Is it convenient?"

Yan Chi suppressed a muffled groan in his mouth, swallowed a mouthful of blood, raised his eyebrows slightly, and took a sip, "It makes grandpa fucking sick."

The pretty boy's smile suddenly dropped, and he gritted his teeth viciously, "I'm being polite to you, but you won't give me any face, right? Okay, then I'll take him back and save half my life like Li Jian!"

Yan Chi grabbed the pistol, bent down, and quickly elbowed the pretty boy's waist with his other hand.

He was in pain, holding his stomach and retreating. Yan Chi pulled his clothes out, lifted his knees, kicked him again in the same place, and then pulled the pretty boy's back of the neck to his body. Yan Chi stood up in time and pressed him down. The pretty boy's head hit the car. The bullet was loaded, and as soon as the pretty boy turned around, the muzzle of the gun was pressed between his eyebrows.

Yan Chi held up the cigarette in his mouth and said coldly: "Grandpa told you, even if I only have one breath left, I will still be in a better position than you."

The boy's head was dizzy and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the gun above his head, and his eyes drifted to Yan Chi's face. He vaguely felt that the smile at the corner of the man's mouth was like the seductive sharp knife in the hand of the King of Hell.

He swallowed secretly and raised his hands to show weakness.

But the next moment he put his hand down again, shouting in the distance: "A bunch of trash! What are you doing standing still! He is so injured that he can't run away, let me catch him!"

After finishing his words, Xiaobai smiled sinisterly and looked at Yan Chi, "You don't dare to kill me, just like I can't kill you, but I have many people, how can you run away?"

Yan Chi snorted coldly, changed the position of the gun, and shot Xiao Bailian in the shoulder.

"what!"

Xiao Bailian covered his shoulders and fell down. The pain did not slow down, so Yan Chi stepped on his shoulders and pushed him to the ground.

The man's always calm and composed voice fell above his head: "You have been watching the show for so long and you still haven't come out?"

Who?
The pretty boy looked up hurriedly and saw several cars driving in behind the woods. Behind the cars were drivers and a group of people walking out from all directions as if they were taking a leisurely stroll. (End of chapter)