Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

Long Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

According to the mobile phone guide, the pure black Land Rover soon stopped at the gate of Rice's residential area.

As soon as the car stopped, Long Qingtian resolutely went straight upstairs, completely ignoring Lu Jianjun behind him.

Arriving at the destination, Long Qingtian kicked open the door of Rice's house!

At that time, Les, who had changed his clothes, was preparing a loving dinner in the kitchen, imagining a warm conversation with his daughter, but suddenly heard the deafening sound of the door being destroyed, and Les almost ran away on the spot—the daughter was being funny He endured it when he was sent to his bed; he endured being shot when he met his daughter; he endured being shot by a woman's kick;

But what the hell dares to chase after him and kick down the door of his house!In order to leave a gentle and elegant father image to his daughter, he doesn't show off his power. I really think he is a sick cat! !

Les walked out of the kitchen aggressively with a kitchen knife, and picked up a silver pistol from the drawer and held it in his hand. A coldness flashed in his phoenix eyes, the bullet was fooled, and the black hole was aimed at the door. Les strode forward. Walk over: "Who?!"

When he saw the person in front of him, Les knew he had made a mistake.

Well, even if he hadn't met Long Qingtian face to face before, he had seen a lot of photos and videos of this guy, but Les was still shocked when he stood in front of him.

Although Long Qingtian rushed up, the sweat on his forehead wet his hair, and the military uniform on his body was also soaked in sweat because of nervousness, but he didn't look embarrassed at all.

Some people are like this, no matter how bad the situation is, the first thing others notice is his shining point.

No matter how bloodthirsty and ruthless Long Qingtian's aura is, it is still impossible for people to ignore his aloof kingly aura and his calmness and composure no matter what the situation is.

Standing at the door, Long Qingtian glanced inadvertently at the bloody knives and the bullets that were taken out on the sofa and coffee table. His heart ached, and his murderous aura erupted instantly. His deep black eyes were like sharp knives cutting through Rice without blinking. "What about her?"

Feeling the murderous intent on Long Qingtian, Les raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the pistol lightly between his fingers, leaned on the sofa, looked lazily at Long Qingtian, shrugged, "Who is she?"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a ray of fierce wind coming towards him.

With a low curse, Les turned over and jumped up while supporting the sofa with one hand. At the same time, his slender left leg drew an elegant arc in the air. Then he grabbed the edge of the sofa with the other hand, pulled hard to avoid his original position, and sat firmly beside him. on the sofa.

Long Qingtian dodged Rice's flying legs, and rubbed Rice's nose with fingers with sharp knuckles like steel, and inserted them into the sofa beside him!

But seeing that finger piercing through the thick leather, leaving five round finger holes!

Rice's eyes flashed slightly, this man actually wanted to kill him!

The faces of Rice and Long Qingtian became solemn at the same time, and they both sensed the strength of each other.

The air dropped to freezing point, and the room was silent for a while.

Suddenly, Les hooked his mouth, raised his left leg suddenly, and kicked Long Qingtian directly with a sharp wind sound!

The two started fighting in this narrow living room. Both men were masters, and they had passed more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.Long Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

According to the mobile phone guide, the pure black Land Rover soon stopped at the gate of Rice's residential area.

As soon as the car stopped, Long Qingtian resolutely went straight upstairs, completely ignoring Lu Jianjun behind him.

Arriving at the destination, Long Qingtian kicked open the door of Rice's house!

At that time, Les, who had changed his clothes, was preparing a loving dinner in the kitchen, imagining a warm conversation with his daughter, but suddenly heard the deafening sound of the door being destroyed, and Les almost ran away on the spot—the daughter was being funny He endured it when he was sent to his bed; he endured being shot when he met his daughter; he endured being shot by a woman's kick;

But what the hell dares to chase after him and kick down the door of his house!In order to leave a gentle and elegant father image to his daughter, he doesn't show off his power. I really think he is a sick cat! !

Les walked out of the kitchen aggressively with a kitchen knife, and picked up a silver pistol from the drawer and held it in his hand. A coldness flashed in his phoenix eyes, the bullet was fooled, and the black hole was aimed at the door. Les strode forward. Walk over: "Who?!"

When he saw the person in front of him, Les knew he had made a mistake.

Well, even if he hadn't met Long Qingtian face to face before, he had seen a lot of photos and videos of this guy, but Les was still shocked when he stood in front of him.

Although Long Qingtian rushed up, the sweat on his forehead wet his hair, and the military uniform on his body was also soaked in sweat because of nervousness, but he didn't look embarrassed at all.

Some people are like this, no matter how bad the situation is, the first thing others notice is his shining point.

No matter how bloodthirsty and ruthless Long Qingtian's aura is, it is still impossible for people to ignore his aloof kingly aura and his calmness and composure no matter what the situation is.

Standing at the door, Long Qingtian glanced inadvertently at the bloody knives and the bullets that were taken out on the sofa and coffee table. His heart ached, and his murderous aura erupted instantly. His deep black eyes were like sharp knives cutting through Rice without blinking. "What about her?"

Feeling the murderous intent on Long Qingtian, Les raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the pistol lightly between his fingers, leaned on the sofa, looked lazily at Long Qingtian, shrugged, "Who is she?"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a ray of fierce wind coming towards him.

With a low curse, Les turned over and jumped up while supporting the sofa with one hand. At the same time, his slender left leg drew an elegant arc in the air. Then he grabbed the edge of the sofa with the other hand, pulled hard to avoid his original position, and sat firmly beside him. on the sofa.

Long Qingtian dodged Rice's flying legs, and rubbed Rice's nose with fingers with sharp knuckles like steel, and inserted them into the sofa beside him!

But seeing that finger piercing through the thick leather, leaving five round finger holes!

Rice's eyes flashed slightly, this man actually wanted to kill him!

The faces of Rice and Long Qingtian became solemn at the same time, and they both sensed the strength of each other.

The air dropped to freezing point, and the room was silent for a while.

Suddenly, Les hooked his mouth, raised his left leg suddenly, and kicked Long Qingtian directly with a sharp wind sound!

The two started fighting in this narrow living room. Both men were masters, and they had passed more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.