The expressions of the four people below who were entangled with Ban Yan and Ban Yu also changed when they saw the three of them.
The twelve secret guards had a sense of each other. There was a loud shout just now, which was accompanied by a feeling in the heart. But only seven of them appeared, and there was no news about the remaining five.
What does that mean?
This means that the smell of blood lingering in the air is coming from them.
Qing Kuang sighed slightly, put away the dagger, hid in the dark, looked at the seven people below, curled his lips and sneered. He silently recited in his heart, Xian Mo.[
With the string ink in hand, the strings fluctuate, and the wind blade cuts through the air silently, making it impossible to guard against it.
In the blink of an eye, the seven people's throats were filled with blood, and their bodies fell down weakly. Until their death, they did not see the person who plotted against them.
Ban Yan Ban Yu was also shocked. Even though they knew it was Qing Kuang who did it, they were still so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat.
Ban Yan stepped forward and tapped Xi Jingchen's acupuncture points, while Ban Yu stayed behind to finish off the remaining corpses.
The night flows quietly, and everything goes as quickly as it comes.
A basin of cold water was poured on his head.
Sitting on the chair with crazy and evil eyes, his eyes were lazy and evil.
"Xi Jingchen, the son of the richest man in Silanta City?"
Xi Jingchen moved his body and found that he was tied like a rice dumpling, and his whole body felt terribly uncomfortable.
"If you are wise, let me go quickly, otherwise you will be dead when my father comes!"
Xi Jingchen twisted his body. The more he twisted, the more uncomfortable he became.
The first time he encountered a kidnapping, Xi Jingchen did not feel scared, but felt it was novel.
His peers, who are also from richest families, have experienced more or less similar things, but he has not.
More or less, he was quite envious!
"Aren't you quite happy being kidnapped?"
Qing Kuang raised her lips and looked at Xi Jingchen with a smile. How could she not see Xi Jingchen's expression?
"Humph, anyway, you are just asking for money, and you won't do anything to me? You want my handwritten book! Let me go and I will write it!"
Xi Jingchen raised his head and snorted coldly, without any trace of embarrassment. On the contrary, his eyes wandered back and forth on Nangong Jinsheng, half smoke, half rain, and Qing Kuang's face. There was a clear and clear look in his eyes.
A shallow desire.
Qing Kuang curled her lips coldly, I really don't know what kind of weirdo this Xi Jingchen is. Anyone who sees Nangong Jinsheng will restrain himself and dare not be presumptuous.[
This guy can actually have desires.
With a cold look in his eyes, Qing Kuang took out the prepared long whip from one side.
Bang bang bang bang!
A burst of convulsions!
With this twitch, Xi Jingchen went from screaming in agony to moaning almost obsessively. The three people next to him watched, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
The whip was pulled back in the air and hung meekly at Qing Kuang's feet.
Qing Kuang looked at Xi Jingchen's unexplainable pain coldly.
"Ah, whip me, whip me! Whatever you want, I will give you whatever...ah..."
Qing Kuang whipped out the whip and glanced at the three of them lightly, "I'm tired, it's time to rest!"
Nangong Jinsheng's expression remained unchanged, he put down his cup and walked out silently.
Behind him, Ban Yan looked at Xi Jingchen, who was groaning on the ground with a flushed face, and took a deep breath.
"Devil, devil! A complete devil!"
Nangong Jinsheng was a little curious as to why at the end, Xi Jingchen's voice was a little joyful and exciting.