Chapter 232: Murderer's Game 41(1/2)
This is your chance!
Even God is helping her!
Pofit's eyes lit up.
The pistol was much closer to her than Yingqian.
This is a matter of life and death.
Pofit showed the fastest speed in his life.
After all, it was before Yingqian.
Grabbed the pistol.
This cold iron lump is held in the palm of my hand.
But it gave Pofit an extremely satisfying sense of security.
She no longer has to look at Yingqian's face.
in turn.
Baby is shallow now.
He is the one who should kneel down and beg for mercy.
Pofit grinned.
There was a hint of fanaticism on his bright black face.
She hunched her back, fearing that she would make the same stupid mistake as Yingqian again, so she simply held the gun with both hands.
Aiming the muzzle at Yingqian
"Kneel down!" Pofit clenched his teeth and roared: "You dirty commoner! Yellow-skinned bastard! Bitch! How dare you treat a noble like this? I'm going to kill you! I must kill you.
you!"
She got the gun.
He has the power of life and death in Yingqian.
I let out all the anger I had accumulated before.
Pofit just wanted to pull the trigger immediately.
She hated Yingqian so much.
The feeling of burying your face in the toilet.
Thinking about it now, it's both humiliating and disgusting.
Just the memories come flooding back.
Pofit almost vomited.
I wish I could vomit all yesterday's breakfast.
She is a noble!
At this time, Pofit should be lying in the villa, enjoying cod and foie gras and thousands of dollars of red wine.
Instead of being chained to the toilet.
Smelling a disgusting stench.
The weird liquid from the toilet still remained at the ends of her hair.
The more I think about it.
The look in Pofit's eyes when he looked at Yingqian was even more twisted and vicious.
It's all her fault!
It's all this bitch's fault!
Maybe as long as I kill her, I can get out of here.
Perfect swallowed.
My finger is already on the trigger.
There was a fierce look in her eyes.
There was already murderous intention, pouring out from his heart crazily.
The muzzle of the gun trembled and was aimed at Yingqian's head.
Yingqian was calm and unhurried.
He actually slowly bent down.
she asked:
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
She took the initiative to put her forehead under the gun's muzzle.
A pair of black eyes stared fixedly at Pofit.
"Come on, kill me."
"Commoner, do you think I will be afraid of you?"
Pofit's plump lips trembled violently twice.
As if she was determined, she pushed the muzzle of the gun forward heavily.
A semicircular red mark suddenly appeared on Ying's fair forehead.
Her skin is too tender.
In addition, Pofit used a lot of effort.
His forehead went from reddish to a faint bruise.
But Yingqian seemed to feel no pain.
She's even smiling.
The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and there was a flash of color between her eyebrows.
Like a rose that grows in the darkness but still blooms angrily.
Too pretty.
It's also too arrogant.
This color deeply hurt Pofit's eyes.
Ying Qian was already on the verge of death.
You actually dare to provoke?
Damn civilians!
More annoying than bedbugs hiding in sewers!
Poffett scratched his neck.
He grabbed Yingqian's collar and shouted:
"I want you to kneel down! Then let me get out of here quickly, or I will kill you now, don't you understand?!"
"You stink so much."
Yingqian sniffed, looking disgusted.
"Please stay away from me quickly and don't rub dirty things on me. These clothes are so expensive."
She had a look of disgust on her face.
I don't care about the hand holding my head.
Instead, I am more worried about soiling my clothes.
Pofit was furious.
Of course she thought Yingqian was humiliating her.
As for death...
How could she not be afraid.
This appearance now is just an act.
really.
This is the virtue of civilians.
bluff.
"Do you think you can deceive me with this?" Pofit sneered, pointed at Yingqian's nose, and cursed: "You despicable reptile, I will give you a chance now, let me go, and I will...
To be continued...