Female CEO's Super Bodyguard

At the foot of the Lo Jia Mountain.

On top of a black Audi, Wang Yan gazed through the dark, misty carriage window at the mountain peak, and revealed a nervous expression. She was used to disgusting things. Although it was worse than eating shit, she was still used to it. She only got used to it because she was afraid of death.

Zhu Yulun looked at the mountain top, revealed a cold smile, and said determinedly: "Yang Ping, is dead for sure."

Wang Yan said worriedly, "But what about Ma Weiwei? If we die, we will be implicated. "

Zhu Yulun smiled, but his smile was distorted and his expression was sinister and terrifying, he said resentfully: "Any woman related to Yang Ping will die, and in fact, it will be a miserable death. If Ma Weiwei dies, if Zhu Xi dies, then so be it. Even if I have to say something, or even chat, I will not let him off. "

Sensing the hatred in Zhu Yulun's tone, Wang Yan felt a chill run down her spine. She had never seen anyone so resentful towards another person.

"It's just going up the mountain. Although the Posterior Mountain is forbidden area, it is impossible to kill a person, right? " Wang Yan hesitated for a long time before finally asking about the doubts in her heart. Attracting Yang Ping to the Posterior Mountain did not guarantee his death. Furthermore, although the Posterior Mountain was steep, it was not that no one had ever gone there, but instead safely went down the mountain.

Zhu Yulun squinted his eyes and sneered.

Naturally, he would not tell Wang Yan that someone was waiting for him on the mountain. This person was known as the number one assassin in Yun Province. He had paid a heavy price in Zhu Family to invite a peerless expert, and it was said that he was ranked within fifty on the Ranking of Assassins. He was at a completely different level from the assassin he had invited. Zhu Xing didn't mention this person far because even he felt afraid.

Feng Qingyun, nicknamed the Bloody Hand Scholar.

He was once a student at a world-famous school, studying with world-renowned reptile experts, obsessed with cold-blooded animals. He was paranoid, working on highly toxic organisms to the point of madness, and he used the human body for experiments to develop human gene-altered sera, using living humans for experiments. His mentor found out and expelled him from the sect. In a fit of rage, he took revenge on his mentor in the cruelest way possible and threw him into the room where the scorpions and venomous snakes were located. Those poisonous scorpions and poisonous snakes that had been fed with hormones were extremely manic and had a strong offensive ability. He watched coldly as his mentor was gnawed to the bone by the venomous snakes and scorpions.

When the Mi Country police arrested him, and watched the video of his mentor being killed, they thought it was extremely cruel. Moreover, at that time, the relationship between Mi Country and China was subtle. The higher ups of the Mi Country forced the matter to be tried secretly and sentenced the person to death. It had to be known that in the Mi Country, there were very few deaths. Even the most brutal cases of murder were life imprisonment, but Feng Qingyun was sentenced to death.

Feng Qingyun was very calm.

On the day of execution, the prison that imprisoned Feng Qingyun exploded. The prison was in an uproar. Thirty-one people had died and thirty-one had been injured. And Feng Qingyun was nowhere to be found. It was said that he was highly valued by the leaders of the assassination organisations. He was accepted as a direct disciple and specialized in the assassination industry. In just a few short years, he made a huge name for himself. When the Mi Country government found out that Feng Qingyun was not dead yet, they sent out their highest level wanted posters, but it was a pity that everyone who came to arrest Feng Qingyun still mysteriously died.

This was strength. Feng Qingyun had already surpassed common sense and was extremely powerful.

With this man acting, Yang Ping would still not die?

Zhu Yulun ruthlessly ravaged Wang Yan's body, his hand was stained with viscous fluid and the blood of some unknown person, he placed it in his mouth, and revealed a look of enjoyment. Wang Yan felt a chill down her spine and almost vomited blood. However, the intense pain in her body made her not dare to make any unnecessary movements.

At the top of the mountain.

Yang Ping looked at Feng Qingyun with a solemn face.

The Sorrowful to a Ghost, the leader of the underground killer organization, his strength was confirmed as Ninth Level Stage 10 years ago, occupying a spot on the old man's list of famous people. He was crafty, cunning, and controlled a huge underground kingdom, the United Nations had discussed the assassination of the Sorrowful to a Ghost in secret before, but the next day, the Sorrowful to a Ghost made a strong statement, kidnapped the representatives and families of the countries that had participated in the secret alliance, made them afraid of throwing rats, and then sent out a name, address, family, and a list of names.

When the many Leader s saw the name list, they immediately stopped their plans for the Sorrowful to a Ghost. Because those names, were all the relatives of the Leader. They did not want to put their loved ones in danger for a Sorrowful to a Ghost.

As the sharpest sword in China, Yang Ping had once participated in a plot to assassinate Sorrowful to a Ghost. Even at her peak, she was not a match for the Sorrowful to a Ghost. It was unknown if the Ninth Level Stage from ten years ago would help one break through to become a saint now, but the Sorrowful to a Ghost would definitely be even more terrifying.

Feng Qingyun sized Yang Ping playfully, closed his eyes, kissed the bloody smell in the air and said in enjoyment: "You are indeed not an ordinary person, I can smell a dense stench of blood on your body. "Hmm, not bad. You've killed at least a hundred people."

Ma Weiwei's heart was violently shaken. She looked at Yang Ping and did not dare believe what she had just said.

Yang Ping said lightly: "You are at least not your master's disciple, Sorrowful to a Ghost. In Dragon City, it's not up to you to act rashly. "

As if he had heard the funniest joke, Feng Qingyun held his stomach and shook his head, "I've already messed around. Right, the trash under me is your friend, right? "There's another one …" After thinking for a moment, he grinned and said, "I've kicked you off the cliff."

Ka-cha! *

Yang Ping's eyes flashed with killing intent, and she said coldly: "Then you're dead for sure."

Zhang Rong was unconscious, but it was as if he had heard the words Feng Qingyun said to kill him. His eyes were filled with resentment, and he roared out like a wild beast, "I'm going to kill you!

Tsk tsk.

Feng Qingyun slapped Zhang Rong's face and sighed: "Oh trash, how are you going to kill me, tell me."

Zhang Rong muttered to himself, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you …"

Feng Qingyun shrugged, revealing an innocent expression, looked at Yang Ping, and asked: "He said she wanted to kill me. I don't like to be left behind. Even if he is an ant, I will trample him to death. You are also the same type of person, and I feel the same kind of aura. "

Yang Ping frowned: Let him go, if you have the ability, come at me.

Feng Qingyun was stunned, he made an exaggerated expression, and shouted: "Are you begging me?"

Yang Ping squinted her eyes.

Feng Qingyun laughed and gasped, "You're actually begging me. Oh, what a disappointment. You must have been a killer before. I've never heard your name, but we've definitely met before. Yang Ping, I am interested in listening to your story, you can take your time, I will not kill you immediately. "

Yang Ping said coldly: "I'm afraid that you'll be scared in the future."

Feng Qingyun giggled and shook his head, "What a pity. Since you won't tell me, I can only slowly torture your friends. "

Zhang Rong's eyeballs were protruding out from his eye sockets, and there were bloodstains on them. It looked like earthworms moving around in his eyes, while his lower abdomen was bulging and sunken occasionally. Zhang Rong screamed miserably. He was in extreme pain but he was unable to move.

Ma Weiwei could not bear to see Zhang Rong's miserable state, so she shouted: "Who are you, why do you want to harm me? Zhang Rong, hold on, we will save you soon. "

Bang!

Feng Qingyun's leg kicked Zhang Rong away, his head striking the rock, causing him to lose consciousness.

Ma Weiwei covered her mouth, she was terrified, and looked at Feng Qingyun angrily. This person was too domineering, too evil, completely unreasonable.

Yang Ping was very calm, and did not seem anxious at all because of Zhang Rong's torture. Although Ma Weiwei was so scared that she almost fainted. Feng Qingyun nodded, and said with praise: "Not bad, your willpower is very firm. But unfortunately, you're going to die. "

"Whiz!"

The cold wind at the top of the mountain whistled past, as if a demon had flown out of the deep mountains, the great roc spread its wings and pounced towards Yang Ping. In the air, he suddenly threw out a purple bottle. It exploded in the air and countless black dots enveloped the sky. The densely packed black dots started to dance, giving off a very regular flapping of wings. A fishy stench assaulted their nostrils, making them feel nauseous.

Ma Weiwei covered her mouth, and really wanted to vomit.

Yang Ping snorted, took out a porcelain bottle from her pocket and threw it into the air. A white powder covered the black dot.

The moment the black dots met the white powder, it was as if they met their nemesis. They all fell to the ground and wriggled their bodies, but very quickly, their bodies stiffened and turned into tiny corpses. Yang Ping looked down. The black dot was a poisonous leech from the depths of the mountains.

Feng Qingyun did not expect Yang Ping to destroy his poisonous leeches that easily, he was startled for a moment, then snorted: "You do have some skills, but we will end it here."

He took out his flute, put it to his mouth, and played a mysterious tune.

The surrounding grass was moving, and as the song went on, more and more bushes were moving. Ma Weiwei's heart was in pain, but due to her curiosity, she saw a bunch of colorful snakes crawling out from the bushes. They held their heads high and flicked their tongues, revealing a vicious gaze.

"Ah, snakes!" Ma Weiwei hugged Yang Ping's body tightly and exclaimed.

Yang Ping said coldly, "The killer ranked 50th will only use despicable methods. I don't think so. However, it's just a small trick, to become a tiger in a class. " As the successor to the Immortal Medicine Sect, Feng Qingyun's poison methods were not worth mentioning in front of him.

He did not see Yang Ping move at all, as he muttered to himself, he spat out many complex notes that spread out in all directions.

The strange thing was that the ferocious snakes were in a daze, and did not attack Yang Ping anymore, and started to leave with their tails between their legs. Feng Qingyun's expression changed greatly as he looked at Yang Ping in shock and roared, "How are you able to deactivate my Ten Thousand Poisons Array? "Impossible, this is the poison formation that I painstakingly refined."

Yang Ping did not waste any words, and coldly said: "You killed my friend?"

The corner of Feng Qingyun's mouth curled up as he shrugged: "There's more than one. I will continue to kill as many as I like. Until you die for it. Yang Ping, I admit that I have underestimated you, but this is more interesting. "Killing a person without a challenge is not worth it for me."

"Die."

Suddenly, Feng Qingyun's cold voice came from behind him. A dagger imbued with green light stabbed into Yang Ping's heart as he regretfully said: "But I don't like having too much trouble either."