So Qing Xiran shrugged and changed his reason.

"What is that personal grudge? For example, what kind of hatred do I have with you that cannot be resolved? I have to ignore the mutant animals outside the city. You must poison you to relieve your hatred. Chief Xu, would you say, is there such a possibility? I have put a fatal poison in the cup of tea you are drinking now... Are you not panicked at all?"

"You are the only one? Poisoning?"

Xuyou took another sip of tea in an understatement, put down the teacup in his hand, sat in front of Qing Xiran, nodded his head, took out a black gun and placed it on the table, pressing the gun with his palm, and said indifferently:

"Don't be so troublesome, give you the gun and just fire it at me."

He ordered a snack, and saw Qing Xiran sitting still not moving, and paused. Xuyou took out another handful of Nepal, put it on the table, and asked,

"Or are you more used to using this?"

She is used to using a knife because she can attack closely. The back of the gun is too heavy. Her hands are tender and will always swell her tiger's mouth. There are only a few bullets, and the magazine is gone. Moreover, her physical strength is extremely weak. If you run and jump for a long distance for a long time, you will be burping and burping...

On the battlefield, the garrison often runs and shoots with guns. Qing Xiran holds the gun in a burping posture, only running and escaping and running, not shooting and killing the enemy.

So she never likes to hold a gun, and she thinks it's useless. The gunshots are too loud and she says that the sound waves give her a headache.

Qing Xiran turned her face straight, looked at Xuyou, frowned and asked:

"What is Chief O doing? Do you think I dare not?"

"You've been pretending to be in your heart and have been testing me today."

Xuyou, who was sitting opposite Qing Xiran, got up with Nepal directly, walked to Qing Xiran, bent down and squatted, put Nepal in his hand into Qing Xiran's hand, grabbed her hand, and placed Nepal on his neck.

He raised his eyes, looked directly at Qing Xiran with a pair of ink-like eyes, and grabbed Qing Xiran's hand with force, pressing the knife in her hand, and pressing the sharp blade towards his neck.

Qing Xiran was shocked by his actions, and he tried his best to retreat and shouted in a hurry.

"Let go, what are you doing? Be civilized, don't go crazy."

"Why am I going crazy?"

Xuyou grabbed Qing Xiran's hand tightly, feeling that the hand was as soft as he thought, so he took the opportunity to pinch it and said:

"Don't you just want to test me? How much do you think I can trust you? Well? Qing Xiran, if you want to kill me, you don't have to be so troublesome. Come directly, I won't resist."

"I didn't want to kill you!"

Qing Xiran, who was forced to do something urgent, felt that Xuyou's behavior was really a scoundrel. She blushed and shrank her hand holding the knife. Her logical thinking was messed up by Xuyou and she said regardless of it:

"I just want to know if you have killed me. If you have killed me, you will not relax your guard against me..."

"What's the meaning?"

Xuyou, who was squatting in front of Qing Xiran on one knee, was stunned, grabbed her hand and stopped moving. He looked straight at Qing Xiran with a cautious expression.

"Tell me clearly, what does it mean when you said I killed you?"

"I don't know, I don't know it myself."

Taking the opportunity, Qing Xiran shook Xuyou's hand away, threw Nepal, which was stuffed into his hand, and threw it on the table. He quickly took the rattan chair and retreated a little further away from Xuyou, the madman, got up, turned his back to Xuyou, and said anxiously:

"I just think of these things. You fired a shot at me, and the bullet hit my forehead and penetrated my entire brain, that's all."

I agreed to observe Xuyou carefully, and then thought about developing my own power silently, and even warned myself not to alert Xuyou.

But Xuyou was so aggressive that he actually dragged out a knife and pressed Qing Xiran's hand tossed around his neck. Qing Xiran's pace was completely disrupted by Xuyou.

This man is just a scoundrel, and he is also a scoundrel!

"I fired a gun?"

Behind Qing Xiran, a frightened and angry voice sounded. He got up, walked behind Qing Xiran, turned around Qing Xiran's body, stared at her eyebrows, and asked:

"I'll see, does it hurt?"

"What are you looking at?"

Qing Xiran, who was almost unable to stand firm after he turned vigorously and took two steps back and said with a stern face:

"What can I see after many years? I don't even have a mark on my forehead."

"It wasn't me who did it. I couldn't shoot you... I like you so much, how could I kill you?"

Xuyou, who was so angry that his whole body was shaking, took two more steps towards Qing Xiran. Qing Xiran hurriedly took two steps back and hit a short wooden cabinet behind him.

There were many dried pine cones, dried tree bark, and some hemp ropes used to make pine cones wind chimes that Qing Xiran and Qing found one by one.

Even when Qing Xiran hit it like this, a basket of pine cones fell down and rolled all over the floor.

She suddenly looked up and in the hidden small space isolated from the dense sisal leaves, she looked at Xuyou with clear eyes and asked:

"What does Yiyi have to do with you?"

Yuyou was stunned for a moment and subconsciously asked, "What's the relationship?"

My thinking was too jumpy, and Yuyou didn't turn around.

He didn't think that Qingyi had anything to do with him.

He said that he liked her. If she liked him too, and they had sex, then Yuyou might be Qingyi's father, but he had never suspected that Qingyi had anything to do with him at all, which means that he had never touched her at all.

The man who went to bed with her was not Yuu!

Qing Xiran was a little disappointed. Just as she was about to speak, the cell phone in her pocket rang. It was a text message from Luo Bei.

[Luobei: Brother Mao, Gu Yu is here, and I want to speak with you on a voice call. What should I do?]

"Let him send a voice over."

Xuyou, who was standing opposite Qing Xiran, naturally saw the text message on Qing Xiran's mobile phone screen, and then looked down at Qing Xiran's pale face, his eyes fixed on the center of her smooth forehead and eyebrows, and said softly:

"Don't worry, I will find out this matter clearly and give you an explanation. This is not what I did, and I will not take the blame. I like you so much, I like you so much..."

He fucked the murderer's ancestors for eighteen generations, and wanted to drag the murderer out and scrape off the flesh on the murderer's body piece by piece. The girl he liked was shot too much!!!

Xuyou was angry, anxious and confused. He felt sorry for Qing Xiran being shot and killed. He also shot her and pretended to be his identity and asked him to take the blame. So Xuyou didn't even think about anything else.

He just wanted to deal with Gu Yu and rushed back to check Qing Xiran's death. He had a lot of clues and had to figure it out one by one.

If he hadn't discovered that something was wrong with Qing Xiran today, he would not have forced Qing Xiran to say the truth, but as soon as he forced him to make such a big deal.
Chapter completed!