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Chapter 213: Life hangs by a thread (2)

Oh my god, she really regrets her death. She stayed in China and was chased by Ye Zhirui.

"Don't be afraid, and we are there, the boss will not let you die."

Patched her incubes and comforted her. No wonder she was panicked. In fact, they did not expect that Catherine dared to kill them again.

This is not a thrilling thing for those who are accustomed to bloody hunting.

But for Ye Chuqing, I am afraid it is a nightmare. [

"Your comfort, it is tantamount to saying nothing." Ye Chuqing cried and mourned, Nima, it would not be equal to not being hurt.

If she broke her hand or break her feet, she was enough for her unlucky.

"Hey, don't you be brave to save the boss just now? I really didn't expect you to be so bold. In fact, you have the potential. Take the courage to love, you will definitely not have a problem. Some people dare to get a gun finger.

Being you, you explode their heads. "

Purgatory took her shoulders in a gorgeous cloud, and I believed you.

Ye Chuqing really wanted to cry without tears. She just learned the marksmanship with Purgatory for a long time.

"I don't want to kill people." Ye Chuqing held the gun he gave, and said helplessly.

Purgatory smiled slightly: "Xiao Qing, as long as you hold a gun in your hand, either you die or others die, there are only two choices. So in order to survive, we have no choice. In fact, you don’t have to think so much.

Maybe you don't have a chance to shoot at all, and even if they kill people, they damn us to find us, let's go! "

Purgically pulled her up to the car.

In this extended carriage, there are two sofas face to face, and the father and son are sitting on both face.

Ye Chuqing sat beside Mo Fengya, closed the door of the purgatory, and jumped into the co -pilot seat, and made a gesture to the bodyguard in the driver's seat.

The bodyguard immediately drove on the road. The car was protected by the car group of several bodyguards.

Purgatory is to put ammunition in the long -shaped submachine gun, and there is a kind of tight murderous gas in the air.

The behind, but the silent was shocking, Mo Fengya sat there indifferently, and said nothing.

Ye Chuqing looked at Mr. Meifel with resentment, and looked at the indifferent Mo Fengya. He was very uncomfortable.
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