Everyone's eyes gathered on Edmundor, wanting to hear his great opinions.

"Just as long as that little J man does everything according to Song's request!" Edmund looked as if he was taken for granted.

Everyone's expressions suddenly turned into "囧" shape. It's really a powerful way to solve the problem.... Jian'er said that she had no objection to this method, but please ask, didn't you think about Naoto Miyamoto? Just such a solution would that guy agree?!

"No, it's impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Sure enough, the moment Edmund's words fell, Miyamoto Naoto screamed like a pig.

"Isn't it possible?" Edmunddo leaned his body against the handle of the wheelchair and reached out to touch his chin. "Dear Georgeanna, do you think this is really an unpleasant word!"

"It's true!" George Anna said with a pretty face cold.

"So, Georgiana, my dear baby. You said, what should we do if we encounter such a situation?" Edmundor's voice dragged out an aria-like feeling.

"It's so simple!" George Anna shook her wrist, her slender, carefully modified fingertips, and the high-end custom-made, priceless exquisite m6o pulled out an extremely beautiful gun flower in her hand, and then once again pressed the gun on Miyamoto Naoto's forehead.

A grin full of evil spirit escaped from George Anna's lips: "According to the family motto of my Saint Laurent family, if anyone doesn't accept it, then we just need to beat him to obey!"

"Crack--" As George Anna's words fell, the sound of the bullet loading also rang out.

"No, you can't..." Miyamoto's eyes also shrank sharply. He seemed to have seen the beautiful life of the sister god Izana (the other name of the beautiful life of the sister god Izananana in the myth of the country J is Huangquanzu, and the great god Daofu, which means the master of the Huangquan country) placing his skirt at himself.

No, he is still young, he has a bright future, he..., he will never die anyway...

A "bang" sounded.

"Ah——————!" Miyamoto Naoto's tragic clamor sounded at the same time.

Next is quiet...

"I, I, I am still alive..." Miyamoto's crying sounded with joy. There was no blood, no gun holes, and no pain... He was still alive, and he had to live all his tail... Wuwuwu~, okay, it was so good. He thought he was going to meet Amaterasu just now.

It turned out that the "bang" just now was not Georgiana's pistol-knocking machine. It was just Georgiana screaming with her mouth. She just wanted to scare the little J., but Georgena didn't expect that this little J. was so scared that she was so scared and she was scared to tears by her. It was simply useless!

"Don't be too happy too early," George Anna's voice sounded, "It was just a small warning just now. But if you don't obey..." George Anna's voice began to slowly become dangerous, "If you don't obey, then the next time is not a joke..., you said, where should I hit me later? Legs? Arms? Ah, by the way, maybe I should hit me here..."

As Georgena said, he slowly moved the muzzle down, his eyebrows, nose, mouth... As Georgena moved, Naoto Miyamoto's eyes became wider and wider, as if they could fall from his eye sockets at any time, and his breathing became heavier, giving people the feeling of an old-fashioned blower. At this time, Naoto Miyamoto was like a tightened bow, and could collapse at any time.

Unfortunately, the torture that made people collapse continued. With a wicked smile, George Anna's gun finally stopped at Naoto Miyamoto's left chest.

"Ha~" George Anna chuckled, and the original evil intention on her face suddenly dissipated. At this time, she looked like an ignorant of the world, as clear as a spring, and there was a little curiosity in her eyes. "As far as I know, the hearts of the absolute majority of people in this world are born on the left chest, so just shoot here..., bang~, then everything will be over. However, some people are not like this, it seems to be one in ten thousand, or two in ten thousand (a trace of uncertainty flashed across George Anna's face), their hearts are born on the right, so if they shot this, they would not meet the lovely God immediately..., do you think, are you so lucky?"

Shaking his head frantically, except for the breathing sound of "drink, suck" that could not be controlled in his mouth, Naoto Miyamoto could no longer say anything else.

"Ah, but you don't have to worry, even if you are one ten thousandth of thousands of lucky, or two ten thousandth of thousands of lucky (Georgiana's carefully depicted eyebrows, looking very dissatisfied with her, she can't remember these data). Believe me, the consequences of being shot here are not very beautiful... How about it? Do you want to know what that would be like?" Georgena blinked like a naughty little girl.

"There will be two kinds of situations. One is very unfortunate. The bullet will directly pass through the gap between your ribs and then damage your lungs. Maybe it will be more serious. You know, my gun is specially made. Similarly, the bullets here are also specially made. The wounds it can cause will definitely be far from your imagination, especially at such a close distance, you will definitely be able to walk very happily like the direct center of life!"

"The second type, the bullet hits the location of your ribs. Believe me, you will never want to have such a situation, because the threat of these bullets can definitely break your ribs. If your ribs are tough enough, it will block the bullet for you, but at the same time it will break into several pieces, and the broken bone will be like a thorn... "Georgiana said, as if she was afraid that Naoto Miyamoto would not understand, and she did not forget to imitate the needle-punching action. "It pierces all into your lungs, and the poor, injured lungs will lose their breathing function almost immediately, and your blood circulation and breathing will be seriously affected. What follows is blood pneumothorax. If not handled in time, you will soon die of blood loss and respiratory distress. During this period, you will be very, very, very painful, very painful."

"No, no, don't say it again..." Miyamoto Naoto's almost collapsed voice rang out.

"Why?" George Anna pouted her cute little mouth in a cute way and glanced at Naoto Miyamoto dissatisfiedly. She was extremely dissatisfied with Naoto Miyamoto's rare interest in science. It's really, it's rare that she is so kind!

Unfortunately, Naoto Miyamoto couldn't hear this person's voice, otherwise he would have said, if possible, please give your "kindness" to others! Even if you really have that interest, can you replace this "virtuous mouse" with "popular science" with someone else? I really don't love the position of this "virtuous mouse"!

"Please, please, please..." Miyamoto Naoto did not answer George Anna's words. He just kept repeating the words "Please" without his eyes.

"Isn't this guy scared silly?" Jian'er on the side couldn't help it.

"No, right? Why are you so scared?" George Anna frowned, looking very dissatisfied.

"Or forget it?" Mrs. Pierre said hesitantly. After all, it was a famous philanthropist couple in F. They were just soft-hearted.

"Please, please, please..." As soon as Mrs. Pierre's words came out, a light flashed quickly in Naoto Miyamoto's eyes, and then the expression on his face instantly became more blank. I wonder if it was an illusion, his "Please" scream seemed to have become more intense.

Naoto Miyamoto's actions did not escape Jian'er's eyes, but she just narrowed her eyes slightly and said nothing. She approached Naoto Miyamoto and stretched out her hand to hold his pulse.

Miyamoto's body was first frozen in detail, then immediately relaxed, continuing to maintain his blank face, and the words "Please" were also true, as if he was really scared as Mrs. Pierre said.

Feeling the beating of Miyamoto's connections, Jian'er raised her eyebrows gently and drank, another world-class actor! It turns out that he is a master among the people. Look, look, there are two people who can win the best actor in the world-class acting skills! But...

Humph~, what's wrong with pretending to be bad? He actually pretended to be sick in front of him! Seeing that she couldn't kill this guy! Thinking of this, Jian'er coughed lightly and spoke again: "Just let me tell you if he was really scared, then it's useless to just hold a fool like this. But who told me to be kind-hearted? You can't watch a good person come in, but you'll turn into a fool and walk back."

"Forget it, just think it's my kindness and do good deeds every day!" At this point, Jian'er suddenly raised her eyebrows and shouted loudly, "Mizhi, go and help me get the silver needles for my acupuncture! Remember, you have to get the thickest one!"

"Hi!" Although I didn't understand what Jian'er wanted to do, my obedience still allowed Michiko to cooperate without any flaws.

"Miss, the needle you want!" In just a while, Michiko walked over with a quaint box, "Look, is this set of needles?"

"That's right, that's it!" Jian'er picked out a large and thick silver needle from it and nodded with satisfaction.

Gently pinching the silver needle, maybe this shouldn't be called a silver needle, because this thing doesn't have a "needle" face at all. In fact, it looks more like a mini-version knife. It turns out that the needle box contains not ordinary silver needles for acupuncture, but some silver needles with special purposes. Some of them look like Jian'er's fingertips and some are very thick in the needle body, which is used for bloodletting. At the same time, there are soft needles that are circled like a ball of wool...

All kinds of silver may be considered unseen and unheard for most people. In fact, if Jian'er hadn't said "silver needle" before, no one here would have put them on the "silver needle".

Naoto Miyamoto's actions did not escape Jian'er's eyes, but she just narrowed her eyes slightly and said nothing. She approached Naoto Miyamoto and stretched out her hand to hold his pulse.

Miyamoto's body was first frozen in detail, then immediately relaxed, continuing to maintain his blank face, and the words "Please" were also true, as if he was really scared as Mrs. Pierre said.

Feeling the beating of Miyamoto's connections, Jian'er raised her eyebrows gently and drank, another world-class actor! It turns out that he is a master among the people. Look, look, there are two people who can win the best actor in the world-class acting skills! But...

Humph~, what's wrong with pretending to be bad? He actually pretended to be sick in front of him! Seeing that she couldn't kill this guy! Thinking of this, Jian'er coughed lightly and spoke again: "Just let me tell you if he was really scared, then it's useless to just hold a fool like this. But who told me to be kind-hearted? You can't watch a good person come in, but you'll turn into a fool and walk back."

"Forget it, just think it's my kindness and do good deeds every day!" At this point, Jian'er suddenly raised her eyebrows and shouted loudly, "Mizhi, go and help me get the silver needles for my acupuncture! Remember, you have to get the thickest one!"

"Hi!" Although I didn't understand what Jian'er wanted to do, my obedience still allowed Michiko to cooperate without any flaws.

"Miss, the needle you want!" In just a while, Michiko walked over with a quaint box, "Look, is this set of needles?"

"That's right, that's it!" Jian'er picked out a large and thick silver needle from it and nodded with satisfaction.

Gently pinching the silver needle, maybe this shouldn't be called a silver needle, because this thing doesn't have a "needle" face at all. In fact, it looks more like a mini-version knife. It turns out that the needle box contains not ordinary silver needles for acupuncture, but some silver needles with special purposes. Some of them look like Jian'er's fingertips and some are very thick in the needle body, which is used for bloodletting. At the same time, there are soft needles that are circled like a ball of wool...

All kinds of silver may be considered unseen and unheard for most people. In fact, if Jian'er hadn't said "silver needle" before, no one here would have put them on the "silver needle".
Chapter completed!