Zhong Qingye grinned, raised his foot to face the man, and stomped on it.【】
Xi Zang and Yan Zi, who was crying, were stunned by her strong movements. One forgot to act cool and the other forgot to sob. They looked at her blankly and didn't even remember to come up and give her a hug.
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It wasn't until the poor old gray wolf snorted a few times under Zhong Qingye's shadow that Xi Zhang realized what he was doing. He hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Zhong Qingye's convulsive hand, frowning and saying, "What's wrong with you?"
"Step on people." Zhong Qingye replied matter-of-factly: "This big-tailed wolf dares to bully my Yanzi, so what does it mean if I step on him!"
Xi Zang's eyes narrowed, and black lines suddenly appeared on his head. Yan Zi was stunned, and the tears that had finally stopped burst out all at once. He stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, sobbing and shouting with emotion.
:"Miss……"
Oh my god...
Zhong Qingye shuddered energetically, stretched out his hand to rub the goosebumps on his arms, not daring to do anything wrong anymore, he picked up the big-tailed wolf from the ground, raised his hand and slapped it twice.
He beat the man until his cheeks were red and swollen, the corners of his mouth were cracked, his eyebrows twitched several times, he groaned a little, and slowly opened his eyes.
Zhong Qingye looked at him with a smile, his expression looked as harmful as possible.
Unfortunately, before the man had time to appreciate her beautiful smile, he tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. The two snow-white molars turned pale and pale with the blood mixed with the mucus.
The poor old guy was first knocked unconscious by Zhong Qingye's blade, and then he was stepped on dozens of times by her without knowing whether it was true or not. Now he was slapped twice, and even his molars were not saved.
Zhong Qingye was not as polite to him as Yan Zi. He impatiently waited for him to vomit blood, then grabbed his collar and said: "Hey, old man, what is the connection between you and the massacre of the Zhong family?"
Never die...
Xi Zang and Yan Zi looked at the man who was not yet forty years old and twitched the corners of their mouths.
But after hearing Zhong Qingye's entire sentence, the three people in the room were stunned. Xi Zang frowned slightly and looked at Zhong Qingye with a faint look. Could it be that she came to this cottage just to ask questions?
This matter? But how did she know that the bandit leader here was related to that case?
This Zhong Qingye's behavior is really unpredictable.
Poor that man, he was so fucked up by Zhong Qingye that he almost lost his temper because of his constant words. He stared at him with a pair of dead fish eyes: "What did you say!"
Snap!
Zhong Qingye slapped him and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, it's hard to control my hand. If you don't behave honestly, I don't guarantee how it will move."
"I..." Even the Clay Bodhisattva was a bit angry. He was slapped three times by Zhong Qingye inexplicably. No matter how good-tempered the man was, he still had to jump up.
Bang bang! Two sounds.
Zhong Qingye slowly put down his hand, looking at the swollen and rosy man, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "I told you, my hands are not easy to control..." He turned his wrist, and the dagger suddenly appeared in his palm, with a cold light.
Then, the cold blade lightly tapped the man's face twice, and the girl smiled like a flower.
"My hands haven't been able to control themselves since I was a child. Old man, you'd better take your time, lest I hurt you. It doesn't matter. I don't want blood to get on my clothes. It's difficult to wash them."
The corners of Yanzi's mouth twitched and her face turned pale. How come she didn't know that her young lady had this problem?
The man's cheek was slapped several times, and it was burning uncomfortably. He was slapped by the cold blade of the dagger. Although it was cool and refreshing, the feeling was really uncomfortable. Men are not stupid. Their lives are still in the hands of others.
Although he was angry, he had to suppress his anger temporarily.
"Let me go first, it's hard for me to breathe like this," the man said.
Zhong Qingye chuckled and threw him to the ground.
The man was tied several times with a rope by Xi Zang, and it seemed stable. But how could a young man like Xi Zang understand that if a person is tied up, it may seem strong, but in fact there are many gaps.
The man was obviously aware of this, and deliberately used Zhong Qingye's strength to roll on the ground twice, and stopped near the foot of the bed, breathing heavily, as if he had fallen hard.
Yanzi was startled, jumped up from the bed in a hurry, rushed behind Zhong Qingye, and looked at him timidly with half of her head exposed.
Zhong Qingye panted nonchalantly like a man with a broken bellows. He played with the dagger in his right hand unhurriedly. His fingertips were frighteningly nimble. The cold-light dagger was extremely docile and flexibly moved between her fingers.
, cutting the surrounding air into small pieces of airflow, the whistling sound of the wind echoed in the house, sounding a bit cold and cold.
"Now, tell me quickly, my patience has never been very good." She urged with a smile, and the whining dagger looked like it would be released in the next second.
The man managed to hold himself up, and shrank back consciously. With a flushed face, he looked at Zhong Qingye and said with strength: "What do you want to ask?"
"Tsk, tsk, the old man's hearing is not very good." Zhong Qingye smacked his lips: "Then I will repeat it again, what does the murder of the Zhong family in Jingyang City have to do with you?"
"Hehehe..." The man laughed slowly after hearing this, leaning on the leg of the bed, and glanced at Zhong Qingye: "What does it matter? What if it doesn't matter?"
"Of course it doesn't do anything to me." Zhong Qingye narrowed his eyes with a smile. In the dark pupils, there was a cold light that did not belong to this smile and his age. She spoke very slowly, like a cello solo.
, one step at a time: "For you, that is the difference between life and death."
"Unfortunately, you are too conceited!" The man suddenly smiled strangely, and finally touched something with his hands tied behind his back. He raised his head and glanced at Zhong Qingye sarcastically: "If it were me, I would never be with a person.
People who want to die waste such a long time."
His fingers suddenly moved, and a rapid ringing of bells rang outside the house. Almost at the same time, the entire cottage rang loudly. The man smiled crazily and mocked: "You conceited brat, you probably don't know that there are alarms everywhere in my cottage."
Agency, you are dead!"
Suddenly there was a noise outside the house, the roaring voices and bells were mixed together in a mess, it sounded like a complete mess.
Yan Zi and Xi Zang's expressions changed at the same time, and they turned to Zhong Qingye in unison.
The girl in black looked calm, smiled slightly at the smiling man, and asked one word at a time.