doomsday lamb

"The third child, right?"

Lang Hua carried Lin Qian and walked towards the corner, then stood in front of the man in green: "Do you know why I spared your life?"

The third child raised his head, the wound and pain on his wrist made his expression look even more ferocious.

But he still tried his best to appear calm.

"This boss, does he think my life is still useful?"

Lang Hua looked at him with some admiration: "I like to deal with smart people."

The third child smiled and said: "I wonder how much strategy I have in mind. If you take me under your command, I will definitely lead the way..."

"You think too highly of yourself." Lang Hua said coldly, interrupting his boasting.

Although the third child in Qingyi sounded humble, he was actually very arrogant, and he didn't know what bad qualities he had in his heart.

This kind of self-righteous cleverness makes Lang Hua very annoying.

"Yes, yes. A villain is insignificant."

Only then did the third man in green suppress his smile and continued: "But Chao San Dao still has a lot of power in Shashi. If you want to make a contribution in this world, sir, with these manpower resources, you can get twice the result with half the effort."

"What I'm asking you is," Lang Hua narrowed his eyes, "the secret of the three swords."

"Secret? Oh, yes, yes. That Chaosandao mentioned that there is a secret warehouse of arms. But I have never heard him say it in detail. Give me some time, and I will definitely find it out for you, sir."

Lang Hua suddenly smiled, as if he was a little disappointed with the man in front of him.

He said: "You do look like a pretentious scribe, but unfortunately... you are still not smart enough."

"I……"

Where Lang Hua couldn't see, Lao San's eyes were rolling around, and a layer of fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Lang Hua grabbed his hair and pulled him up: "Do you think that by possessing that 'Black Mist Vortex', you will become an ability user one day? You are really stupid."

The third child's expression finally solidified.

But he did not forget to make the final effort: "Big

Sir! I was confused for a moment, but I remembered. There is such a thing, and I can find it for you."

"No need," Lang Hua said with a smile on his face, "tell me where it is and I'll just go find it myself."

"In the……"

"You'd better answer quickly, otherwise..." Lang Hua's eyes were sharp and dangerous at the moment.

But what frightened Lao San even more - he finally discovered that this man really didn't care about his own value and life.

The trump card was useless, like drawing fuel from the bottom of a cauldron, causing him to lose the last of his courage in an instant.

He quickly said: "In the Black Street. Sir, the 'Black Mist Vortex' is in the Black Street Entertainment City!"

"very good."

The third child continued to plead: "If you keep my life, I can still find the arms secret warehouse for you. You will not regret it!"

As soon as Lang Hua let go, the third child fell to the ground.

"Delaying time and finding an opportunity to slip away is a good way to delay the attack." Lang Hua seemed to appreciate Lao San's answer.

"No! I didn't. Sir, how dare I..."

Such comments made Lao San panic again. Lao San seemed to have a premonition that this time he might be... unable to escape.

If you want to inflict a crime, why bother?

Lang Hua ignored Lao San's argument, then looked down at the other party's eyes and said to him: "But as for the 'Black Mist Vortex', I already guessed that it would be on the black street."

"Sir! Lang Hua! You...you can't kill me! I told you what you want!"

"Yes, thanks to you I know the specific location of the vortex." Lang Hua paused, "But you said something wrong again. Even if you tell the truth from the beginning, I have no intention of letting you go."

"you you you……"

Lang Hua was still minding his own business and said, "You are wrong because you touched things you shouldn't have touched."

Xiaoxiao was surrounded by corpses, and Sister Qian was pointed at the back with a pistol.

The two images flashing through Lang Hua's mind at this moment made him suddenly feel angry.

But in the end, Lang Hua took a deep breath and smiled again.

"You should be grateful that I will give you a happy life. Fortunately, you haven't touched my family in the slightest, otherwise I would really... let you experience what is the most painful way to die."

The third child was shaking like chaff and completely lost the consciousness of resistance.

Lang Hua passed him and walked towards Lin Qian's bedroom in the North District. Lin Qian, who had fallen asleep on his shoulders, still needed to be properly placed and recuperated.

"Get rid of them. Fresh blood food will only attract black corpses. After we are done, I will wait for you in the North District."

Yang Xiaoxiao looked around and saw that there was no one else but the dead, injured and herself. Then Lang Hua could only say this to himself.

She rolled her eyes imperceptibly, showing a troubled look.

"Brother Lang Hua, I..."

Lang Hua didn't look back, only his voice drifted over: "I quite admired your sharp and sharp look yesterday."

Yang Xiaoxiao blinked - there was no need to say more.

It's right to think about it. For people like Brother Lang Hua, I'm afraid that his "good girl performance" has long been seen through.

But, she still liked it very much and remained cute and cute in front of Lang Hua.

It's really just in front of him.

"You are a fool if you don't understand the style."

Yang Xiaoxiao stamped her feet angrily, muttering and complaining.

…

Turning around and coming to Lao San, who had lost the power to resist, the various expressions on Yang Xiaoxiao's face disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, the smell of blood in the hall was as real as the smell... like a red-hot iron submerged in water.

The girl drooped her eyebrows, showing a poker face, and her coldness revealed a sense of indifference to life.

She said: "I remember that on the night of Advent, you were the one who refused to let your men rescue Xiaomei, right?"

Against the background of the hall lamp, the light of the sword suddenly flickered, and then the muffled hum stopped.

In that air, the smell of rust added another touch, gradually becoming so thick that it couldn't melt...