The lines of the huge long street are empty, and it is extremely clear from end to end. Zhong Qingye squatted down with a smile, looking at the three girls of Spring, Summer and Autumn as if they were asleep, and raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming to be a bit sarcastic.【
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"Who are you?" The fake boss suddenly said: "You must not be an ordinary person, right?"
"No, no, no." Zhong Qingye raised an index finger, shook it seriously, and said with a smile: "I'm just an ordinary person. You just said you don't care about my business, but you still won't let me go. Why?"
, will you regret this?”
"Hmph!" The old woman next to the boss snorted coldly: "What do you think you are?"
"I said, I'm just an ordinary person." Zhong Qingye grabbed Chun'er's right hand, reached out and grabbed it in the hair a few times, took out a few slender silver needles, and smiled at them: "I'll ask again.
Will you hand over the antidote for the last time?"
"You're dreaming!" Before the boss could answer, the old woman had already yelled at her with a ferocious expression, gritting her teeth: "If you want our antidote, go ahead and dream! Our drug is specially made.
Without an antidote, these guys will never wake up!"
"Oh..." Zhong Qingye nodded seriously: "So that's it. No wonder you all look scared."
"Of course, what do you think we...are you doing?" The old woman was only halfway through her proud words when she suddenly stared at Zhong Qingye with her eyes wide open.
Attracted by her screams, everyone turned their attention to Zhong Qingye, and saw that she was inserting several silver needles she took out from her hair into the fingertips of an unconscious "man" one by one.
It's not a big deal to prick the fingertips, but what's terrible is that she pricks people's fingernails!
The cold silver needle emits a dazzling and dazzling light in the sun. Zhong Qingye holds it in his hand and spins it bit by bit to stab into the nail plate. Thin blood threads like red threads are in the gaps of the nail plate.
The flow spread down one by one, and the silver needles that almost penetrated the fingernails made people's hearts tremble.
People often say that ten fingers are connected to the heart. If you hurt your fingers, especially the fingertips, the pain is simply indescribable to outsiders, let alone inserting an inch-long silver needle into the gap between the nails. Don’t tell the truth.
I went to try it. Just wearing it made me feel cold on the back of my neck, and my fingers seemed to be hurting too.
A silver needle was inserted into the Zhongqing leaf without changing color, leaving only less than two centimeters of the needle handle. The gorgeous blood streaks continued to spread and drip. Everyone swallowed and felt the sharp knife in their own hands.
It hurts like a cut, as if a needle is piercing it fiercely.
Aren’t these people companions? How could they be so cruel?
Everyone was puzzled.
Of course they couldn't understand that Zhong Qingye was originally an agent. She often learned interrogation techniques, and she had used even the most insidious and cruel methods. Such methods were already commonplace to her.
A silver needle had already pierced the tail, but the comatose Chun'er showed no sign of waking up. Zhong Qingye frowned. Since she knew how to use this stimulation method, she naturally knew the effect. She didn't expect these people.
The effect of the drug was so good that I didn’t even wake up after being so stimulated.
But it doesn't matter, she still has nine silver needles in her hand, and she doesn't believe she can't wake up Chun'er without their antidote!
Picking up the second stick, Zhong Qingye was no longer polite this time, and stabbed half of it in. This sudden pain was obviously much greater than the slow stabbing. Chun'er trembled obviously, and Zhong Qingye suddenly
Grinning, his hand suddenly increased strength, and he inserted the remaining half half of it.
"Ah!" Chun'er screamed and sat up suddenly from the ground. Her face was pale, cold sweat was dripping on her forehead, and she was gasping for air.
When Zhong Qingye saw that she was awake, without saying a word, he quickly grabbed the two needles and pulled them out with a swish. A string of blood beads jumped up immediately, and Chun'er grabbed her wrist in pain.
, curled up and screamed repeatedly.
Zhong Qingye touched her head comfortingly and said apologetically: "I'm sorry."
If she hadn't asked Chun'er and the others to eat, the three of them wouldn't have done anything at all, and she wouldn't have had to use this method of dealing with enemies to wake them up. In the final analysis, it was all Zhong Qingye who was too careless.
Chun'er's face was as white as a ghost, and the pain in her fingertips was obviously unbearable for her. Tears dripped like cold sweat, and she clutched her wrist tightly and huddled on the ground, shivering.
Zhong Qingye felt even more sorry. Gritting his teeth and standing up towards Chun'er who couldn't bear the pain, he walked towards Xia'er and Qiu'er. Now was not the time to comfort them. If he didn't wake them up, Zhong Qingye would probably
It was difficult to protect four unconscious people.
"This guy actually woke them up!" An assassin who woke up from the shock screamed and immediately grabbed the corner of his clothes, as if Zhong Qingye had stabbed his hand, his face was twisted in pain.
Damn thing!
It's okay if he doesn't scream. This statement is equivalent to breaking the temporary silence. The remaining people will react immediately, and Zhong Qingye will lose the time to wake up the others.
With a sharp eyebrow, Zhong Qingye couldn't care less about waking up a few people leisurely. He suddenly stood up from the ground and ran towards the few people quickly. The silver needle got stuck between his fingers. He suddenly raised his hands, the needle was sharp.
The sword made a sharp sound as it cut through the air, split into several cold currents and went straight towards the eyebrows of several people.
magnetic……
There were a few weird noises, and four silver needles stabbed steadily into the eyebrows of the four people. The force was so strong that they were almost completely submerged, and the four unlucky ghosts didn't even make a sound, and their bodies fell limply to the ground.
A trace of blood slowly snaked out from the center of his eyebrows.
"Ah...!" The man standing next to one of the corpses couldn't help shouting in shock when he saw his companion suddenly died tragically. Before his voice fell, Zhong Qingye's face suddenly appeared in front of him, and he grabbed the long part of his hand.
Knife, before the man even had time to react, his long knife had already fallen into Zhong Qingye's hand. He swung the knife, and the sharp cold light was like the blade of death, piercing the heart and soul.
Dou Da's head was cut off with a knife, and the speed was so fast that the blood didn't even have time to spurt out. Zhong Qingye jumped up in an instant and kicked the head out of the air like a ball before it could hit the ground, with a bang.
Another person hit his head.
It was like opening a big watermelon. The red blood and white brains exploded in an instant, splashing all over the man's head and face. There was no sound at all, so he took a rest.