Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

She had already died once, and she finally came back to life. How many months had she lived? She hadn't even done what she needed to do. She couldn't die so easily.

Xu Rongyan's furious look was the truest side she showed in front of Liancheng Yazhi, which made Liancheng Yazhi suddenly laugh. The laughter was the joy she had never heard before, and then he hugged Rongyan tightly and hugged her.

He kissed her hard on the lips, put his forehead against hers, and murmured: "With me here, how can I be willing to let you die?"

His voice was soft, as if he was making a promise to his beloved lover.

Rong Yan's heart skipped a beat. This sentence was like a drop of water dripping into her heart. It melted into her heart and caused a small ripple, but it soon disappeared.

Rongyan turned away, "I was dragged down by you, of course you can't let me die."

Today's appearance treats Liancheng Yaya without any respect as before.

But it was her now that made Liancheng Yazhi feel truly happy in her heart.

Liancheng Yazhi was still smiling. His expression was very relaxed and comfortable. He was enjoying this moment. His mood was not interrupted at all by the killer guarding outside the toilet door. He seemed to be in danger of dying at any time. For him, it was not like this moment.

Appearance is important.

He summoned another saber from nowhere and stuffed it into Rongyan's hand.

However, before Rong Yan could figure out what was going on, he frowned again and quickly drew the sword away.

When she didn't react, he kissed her lips again, "Be good, just follow me. You'd better not use this thing."

Rongyan quickly took a step back. This damn man was still in the mood to eat her at this moment. He deserved to be disfigured.

Liancheng Yazhi hooked up his long arm and pulled Rong Yan to his side: "If you don't want to die, just stay with me."

He said this, so naturally he didn't dare to move his face anymore, and followed him carefully to the door.

His face was becoming more and more elegant, his body was leaning against the wall, his eyes were slightly squinted as if he was waiting. I wonder what he was waiting for?

She strained her ears to listen, but heard nothing.

About twenty seconds later, Liancheng Yazhi kicked the door open as fast as he could. Before he could see anything outside, he saw his hand raised and fired two shots in a row.

The gun Liancheng Yazhi assembled himself is very special. Even without a silencer, the sound is not particularly loud, slightly weaker than the sound of a bicycle tire blowing out.

As soon as the gunfire fell, Rongyan heard the sound of someone falling.

She followed the sound and looked over, only to see a man wearing waiter clothes lying on the ground with a bullet hole between his eyebrows.

Rong Yan's current shock can no longer be simply described by the word 'shock'. From opening the door to shooting, Rong Yan's guarantee did not even last three seconds.

He seemed to know where the target was without looking at it when he fired, and he shot them all with one shot, right between the eyebrows, without giving the target any chance of survival.

Rongyan's hands and feet were cold, and Liancheng Yazhi killed two people in just a few seconds, which made her even more worried. After killing these people, would it be her turn?

Liancheng Yazhi seemed to know what she was thinking, and gave her an ambiguous look: "Don't worry, my bullet will never hit you. If it must happen, there is only one possibility, and that is - on the bed."