"Zhao, Zhao Yongqi..." Xu Rongjun looked at the handsome face in front of him with no face, who wanted to get rid of it all the time, licked his lips that seemed to be about to crack, and asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

"This question is good." The corner of his mouth slightly pulled up, and Zhao Yongqi's body slightly straightened back, but his eyes moved from Xu Rongjun's face to his arm hidden beside him. "Especially when he was about to press the alarm secretly, asking such questions is more valuable, right?"

Xu Rongjun's body was stiff and in fear, looking at Zhao Yongqi slowly raised his pistol, aimed at his forehead, and slowly moved to the right a few minutes.

Bang!

"Ahhhhh..." Xu Rongjun, who was holding his shoulders and rolling to the ground in an instant, covered the shoulders of the two blood holes in front and back, screaming like a dead pig being stabbed.

After shaking the pistol in his hand slightly, Zhao Yongqi still had a smile on his face, his eyes turned to the pistol raised at the muzzle, and exclaimed: "Tsk tsk, no wonder the villains in the movie always like to hold this thing, which is cool and practical, and effortless, and is really the best choice for killing and robbing people."

After a while, Xu Rongjun's scream finally calmed down a little, while Zhao Yongqi sat on the sofa as if he was at his own home. His pistol had been thrown on the coffee table. Instead, he poured himself a glass of red wine, slowly tasted it, and frowned and said, "I really didn't see why this kind of thing is so expensive. Oh, I'm the life of a local bun."

Xu Rongjun, who covered her shoulders and barely sat up from the ground, had a blue-faced face, but her eyes were full of ferociousness. She stared at Zhao Yongqi and said viciously: "Zhao Yongqi, you kill me, but if I die, you can't escape. Soon you will come down to bury me in the name of a murderer!"

"Oh? Is that right?" After putting down the wine glass, Zhao Yongqi showed a peaceful smile on his face, patted his forehead and said, "Look at me, my memory is really... Come on, I will introduce you to a real goddess."

Bang.

Zhao Yongqi, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, snapped his fingers and moved lightly. A ray of light and shadow beside him was still the white gauze dress, with exquisite jade feet inlaid with a diamond-shaped purple crystal between his eyebrows. His pretty face appeared beside him like an elf crystal, snuggling against his body, full of beautiful and charming smile, sweet and soft, as if he had not noticed Xu Rongjun, who had already opened his mouth and was completely stunned. Instead, he seemed to have met his close lover. As soon as he appeared, he threw himself into Zhao Yongqi's arms: "Sir, is there anything I want me to do?"

When a crisp and moving voice sounded like an angel singing, Xu Rongjun was trembling all over, as if he had forgotten the pain in his body in an instant, and subconsciously shouted: "Who are you, who are you?"

"Give you a few choices, one: aliens, two, earthlings. Guess?" Zhao Yongqi blinked his eyes like a well-behaved baby, answering Xu Rongjun's questions truthfully. Unfortunately, no one can appreciate his humor at this moment.

He bit his lips and stared at Zhao Yongqi tightly. The pain on his shoulder seemed to tell him that a few words might be more beneficial to him.

As if suddenly remembering the purpose of calling out the crystal, Zhao Yongqi patted his little head that was huddled in his arms and enjoyed the warmth, and said softly: "Crystal, although it has used your ability, I was so excited that I almost killed the mess. I don't want to let the mess die so easily. What should I do?"

"Leave this kind of thing to me." Slapping the seductive softness, Crystal beautiful eyes just stared at the handsome face in front of him, and were too lazy to even turn around, as if they were afraid of wasting a second of time to get in close contact with Zhao Yongqi. The white and tender little hand just waved slightly, as if he was randomly making moves backwards.

Xu Rongjun felt his chest stuffy, as if the air around him was instantly frozen. The next moment, he was shocked to find that the blood on the ground, whether it was seeping into the gaps on the floor or slowly flowing, or even the blood in his clothes, seemed to be summoned by some inexplicable force, floated into the air, condensed into small blood beads, and then rushed into the blood hole on his shoulders crazily.

In Xu Rongjun's gaze that was completely unbelievable, the last drop of blood drilled into the wound, and the material of his shirt returned to smooth at the same time. In addition to the severe pain that was still left in his memory, the previous scene was like a strange nightmare. Slap...

Zhao Yongqi's applause promptly reminded Xu Rongjun that this was not a nightmare, but a real existence.

"This is simply amazing. My crystal is so powerful." Zhao Yongqi gave Shuijing sincerely without hesitation, which made the girl's face full of happiness and pride, and her little nose was almost upturned to the sky.

"What's this? It's just changing the timeline of an individual." The crystal sticky paste in Zhao Yongqi's arms said proudly: "As long as there is no death and completely escape from time, any kind of injury can be easily recovered."

Zhao Yongqi nodded slightly, his eyes turned to Xu Rongjun's body, and the pistol that slowly grabbed from the coffee table again, and the smile that made Xu Rongjun tremble all over his mouth seemed to indicate something.

"No, no!" Xu Rongjun crawled back in horror, but found that the gun had been pointed at him again.

There was a chuckling on her face as if she was meeting a friend, but the words she spoke made Xu Rongjun feel the coldness of hell: "Isn't this what you want? Enjoy it slowly."

告告告告告...

When a series of gunfire sounded, Xu Rongjun was shot in each of his limbs, like a disgusting insect, instantly stumbled to the ground and twisted. The huge pain that reached his brain made him scream at the top of his lungs.

In the next thirty minutes, Xu Rongjun fully enjoyed what life is worse than death. Under the influence of the crystal's ability, every time he was shot and was about to die, he would be moved to the timeline and return to the moment without any harm. However, his body could be restored in this way, but his spirit would not easily forget. The feeling of wandering between life and death, coupled with the long-term painful torture, at this moment, his face turned pale as if he had lost all his blood, his whole body was covered in sweat, and he didn't even have the strength to move. He could only lean against the corner of the wall, looking weakly at Zhao Yongqi still sitting on the sofa, as if he was enjoying this scene very much.

Xu Rongjun no longer has the heart to think about these things at this moment. His only thought is to end this scene, whether it is life or death.

However, how could Zhao Yongqi, who came with hatred, let him go so easily!



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Chapter completed!