Jingting frowned, took back the hand on her thigh, and pushed away the gun pointed at her, with a slightly unhappy look on her face: "Don't point the gun at my head."

When Mr. Long raised his gun and was about to shoot her again, she added: "I can take you to eat."

"Ah?" Mr. Long was stunned for a moment, but did not put the gun back on her head: "Do you know where there is something to eat at this time?"

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"Isn't there a 24-hour convenience store?"

"No." Mr. Long shook his head: "I hate eating fast food. I hate all fast food."

So picky. Gu Jingting gritted her teeth, as if facing a child: "Do you want to go to my house? I have food at my house."

As long as he really dares to send her back, then she doesn't mind destroying him.

"No." Mr. Long shook his head: "Although your subordinates are not very good at martial arts, it is somewhat troublesome to solve them."

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His tone was very arrogant, but he did have the capital to be arrogant. Gu Jingting simply stopped talking and turned her face away from him.

Anyway, if he wanted to die today, she would have died long ago.

But since he doesn't want to take action now, the chance of her finding a way to escape is much greater.

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But before Gu Jingting could find a way to get out of the car, Long Shao had already started the car, stepped on the accelerator and left.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a relatively quiet apartment. He got out of the car first and glanced at Gu Jingting: "Get out of the car."

"Don't think about escaping. You can't run faster than a gun."

Gu Jingting sneered and got out of the car. Satisfied, Mr. Long stretched out his hand to hold her hand. The force was so strong that she couldn't break away. Only then did she start to re-examine the young man.

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His hands were covered with fine calluses, especially the tiger's mouth. He was a man who had held a gun for a long time. Thinking of the information about him, Gu Jingting calmed down and thought about how to escape.

Mr. Long didn't notice her thoughts at all and took her directly into the apartment and upstairs.

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The apartment is clean. Very clean.

All places, whether it is furniture or other electrical appliances, are spotless.

It can be seen that the owner has a mysophobia.

Gu Jingting entered the door, thinking in her mind how to subdue Mr. Long and then escape.

But he took himself to the kitchen: "Can you cook?"

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Gu Jingting stood in front of the kitchen and was stunned for a moment, looking at Young Master Long in disbelief.

"Don't you know how to cook?" Mr. Long thought about the information he had obtained. He turned his head and looked at her.

Gu Jingting couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "You want my life, and you want me to cook for you. Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am?"

"You cook for me, and I'll let you live one more day. How about that?" Master Long negotiated terms with her.

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Live one more day? Gu Jingting glared at him: "Just kill me now."

"No." Mr. Long shook his head: "I hate dirtying my house."

Gu Jingting understood now. The young master in front of her had mysophobia, and it was a very serious mysophobia.

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Half an hour later, Gu Jingting looked at the pasta that had just been made on the cooking table. She didn't know why she had gone crazy? She actually cooked for Long Shao to eat.

When it was brought to the table in front of her, she saw that Mr. Long was like a child, and the light in his eyes was like a dog seeing a bone.

He quickly finished the noodles, then raised his head and looked at Gu Jingting: "It's delicious, I want more."

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Gu Jingting gritted her teeth and pursed her lips: "I won't do it."

"I eat a lot, but this is not enough." Mr. Long patted his belly: "You're done, I'll let you live one more day. How about that?"

Gu Jingting looked at him deeply and returned to the kitchen to cook noodles without saying a word.

Another half hour passed. Mr. Long finished two large plates of pasta and was finally full this time. He patted his belly and leaned back on the chair with his eyes squinted in enjoyment.

Right now, Gu Jingting held her own dart in her hand, rushed to him quickly, raised her hand and stabbed the sharp edge of the dart towards Young Master Long's neck.

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"Woman." Just when the sharp blade was about to stab his neck, someone pinched his wrist. Young Master Long opened his eyes, with a bit of regret in his beautiful eyes: "The person who wants to kill me is not born yet."

This kid is simply arrogant to the extreme.

Gu Jingting was about to withdraw her hand, but found that Young Master Long was very strong. He held her hand, tilted his head slightly, and said seriously: "Let's do this. You stay and cook for me. I won't kill you."

how?"

Although this is a bit contrary to Xuanyuan Zhen's intention, Xuanyuan Zhen wanted to teach Gu Jingting a lesson and also teach Qilintang a lesson.

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It would be a good idea if he could make the head of Qilin Hall his servant.

"Kid, stop dreaming. If you want to do it, do it now." Gu Jingting snorted coldly. Young Master Long turned her hand and the dart in her hand fell to the ground. At the same time, he let go of her hand: "I promise you,

Let you live for two more days. It will definitely let you live for two more days."

He looked at Gu Jingting and suddenly stood up: "Let's go. Wherever you want to go, I will take you there."

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His thoughts jumped too fast. Gu Jingting could not understand what he was thinking at all: "Don't think that if you don't kill me now, I will be grateful to you. Mr. Long, you will regret not taking action in time."

As long as she leaves this door, he will never touch her again.

Mr. Long paused before leaving towards the door, turned around and looked at her, a strange light flashed in his eyes: "When I want to kill someone, I usually like to choose the best time. Not yet."

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Gu Jingting snorted coldly. She stepped forward and snatched the car key from his hand: "I don't need you to give it to me. I think you don't mind lending me the car for a while, right?"

Mr. Long was not annoyed when he saw her turning her back on guests: "Your meal is expensive enough."

Gu Jingting sneered and turned the key in her hand, her expression as arrogant as his: "The food cooked by me, Gu Jingting, is not that easy to eat."

After saying this, she took the keys and left, walking a little faster.

But Mr. Long didn't even chase him. He watched the figure disappear behind the elevator, and the corners of his lips suddenly rose.

"Gu Jingting, that's interesting."

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Gu Jingting went downstairs, got into the car almost quickly, and left Young Master Long's apartment immediately.

Deep down in her heart, she was somewhat afraid that he would regret it and catch up again.

That young man is indeed like the legend. He acts strangely and only depends on his own preferences. Such a person has such good skills. He is the number one killer in Longtang. How can he be ranked among the top five in the world, right?

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And when she was targeted by such a powerful person, she could still survive with two plates of spaghetti?

Is this irony?

The car sped for a while, and Gu Jingting was sure that there was no danger anymore. She stopped the car. Opening the window, the night breeze blew in with a chill.

Things that I had never had time to think about when I was facing a crisis suddenly came to mind.

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Tang Yichen, Tang Yichen——

She really didn't believe it was him, the man who kissed her tenderly, hugged her, and gave her love. He betrayed her when he told her he loved her.

Why did he do those things? Just for money? For profit?

She would rather it was Chen Zhize who checked in the wrong direction, or someone deliberately misled her, than she wanted it to be him.

No matter what, she must ask him clearly.

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Tang Yichen looked at the address on his hand, his heart a little tangled.

I sat in the car, hesitated for a while, and finally got out of the car.

Six days ago, he finished the last thing Tang Zirou said. He robbed Gu Jingting's goods, and then before he could make any further moves, Tang Zirou appeared in front of him.

The spring in Colombia was already getting warm. Tang Zirou looked at him and clapped her hands: "Very good, you are very powerful. You are indeed my chosen heir."
To be continued...