My Cold And Beautiful CEO

The conversation between Zhao Guohua and Qin Hao did not deliberately lower their voices, Qin Tian and others could naturally hear them, and their expressions changed instantly.

Hearing what Zhao Guohua said for the first time, Qin Tian's first reaction was that he couldn't believe it, and at the same time he was deeply disappointed and angry. He never thought that Lao Zhao would do such a dishonest thing. What's even more annoying is that he didn't give himself any face at all. If his plan for this trip was ruined, even if he was a kid Even the big old Zhao, he will never let him go!

But after thinking about it again, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this matter, and there was something weird everywhere. After all, it was a relationship between childhood and adulthood, and was so good that he could almost wear a pair of pants. Qin Tian knew Zhao Guohua better than his relatives.

Based on his understanding of Zhao Guohua, today's Zhao Guohua is nothing like Zhao Guohua, and his behavior and style are very different from those of the past.

In Qin Tian's heart, what kind of person is Zhao Guohua?

Leaving aside all his identities, Zhao Guohua is just a martial idiot, with a paralyzed face and full of aloofness. Apart from martial arts, he doesn't have much interest in anything. What he loves most is hiding in a place with green mountains and green waters on the outskirts of the capital to practice martial arts and seek Taoism. Except for some particularly necessary moments or affairs, he seldom takes care of them.

Of course, this does not mean that he is a worldly expert who does not care about common things at all, nor is he a kind and compassionate Bodhisattva with no blood in his hands. On the contrary, as a warrior, to be precise, he is a No one who is truly strong can achieve it in a comfortable environment. Only by experiencing the desperate situation on the edge of life and death, and only by fighting regardless of the cost of life and death, can one create a truly strong man.

The same is true for Zhao Guohua. He had already done this before he was twenty-five years old. Speaking of which, this is quite similar to Qin Hao.

How could a character who came out of a mountain of corpses in a sea of ​​blood, a character who was so cold-tempered that he completely regarded human life as worthless, talk so nonsense before killing someone? In Qin Tian's understanding, if Zhao Guohua really wanted to kill someone, that person would die, and he would not even give him a chance to beg for mercy, and he would cleanly harvest the other person's life.

However, in Qin Hao's place, although he kept saying that he wanted to kill Qin Hao, he gave the other party a chance time and time again, leaving room for him everywhere. How could such an anomaly not make Qin Tian feel weird?

Even, rather than saying that Zhao Guohua kept threatening to kill Qin Hao, including all the people he valued, it was more like trying to provoke Qin Hao on purpose. Could it be that he wanted to...

Thinking of this, Qin Tian seemed to have guessed Zhao Guohua's intentions, even if he wasn't completely sure, but he guessed it should be close to ten, if it was as he guessed, it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.

While he was still thinking about Zhao Guohua's real intentions, on the martial arts field, Zhao Guohua was still prodding Qin Hao with words.

"Boy, you have a good look. If your eyes can kill, you probably have killed me thousands of times. Unfortunately, you can't do it. The emperor? Ridiculous! Even protect the people you want to protect!" No, what qualifications do you have to be called an emperor? I have dealt with those rubbish in foreign countries for a long time, and I have received a few words of praise. Do you really think that you are invincible? Ever since you appeared in Tianhai, I have no doubts about what you have done in the past six months. I have heard that, not to mention the enmity of the Dragon Gang, you killed two boys from Duanmu's family, and you went to Beijing with such audacity that you almost forced Duanmu's family to be exterminated. Such actions are simply lawless!

Of course, if you have the strength, I have nothing to say. If you don't have the strength, you dare to do whatever you want and kill people at the feet of the emperor. Is it true that no one can cure you? In my opinion, what is the difference between you now and those ants that can be crushed to death with one hand? Originally, I thought you could barely be my opponent,

Let's play for a while, now it seems that you are still too weak, you make me feel very boring! "

Zhao Guohua's words kept hitting Qin Hao's heart like a sledgehammer. He seemed to understand a little bit about what the dragon guards were. Zhao Guohua found his ultimate goal, and at least he beat himself, but at the worst he really wanted to kill him. .

He was angry, full of anger, and hate at the same time. He hates himself for being incompetent, hates himself for not being strong enough, he has clearly achieved a breakthrough in cultivation, crossed the threshold of his three-year-long threshold, and entered the so-called stage of transforming gods, that is, the land gods recorded in legends, comprehended This world, this space, this universe has a new look.

However, he was still not Zhao Guohua's opponent, even if the opponent didn't even have a sword, he had already lost in terms of punches and kicks alone. Watching and fighting are never the same concept, Zhao Guohua is very powerful, this is the conclusion he came to when he watched the battle between Ye Zun and Zhao Guohua. However, he still didn't expect that Zhao Guohua could be so strong. Only when he really fought against each other did he realize how strong Zhao Guohua was, and he knew that he had almost no chance of winning. No matter in terms of martial arts cultivation or true energy cultivation, there is a gap between him and him.

Maybe this gap is just a state, or maybe it's just the depth of more than ten years of hard work, but no matter what it is, this gap cannot be bridged by the current Qin Hao!

Unwilling! Qin Hao is really very, very unwilling. He keeps telling himself that he can't lose, he can't lose, and if he loses, he will lose everything. The lives of brothers and women, these are things that need to be protected by him, he can't Just hand over to others like this, he can't lose! Even if he turns himself into a devil, he can't lose!

After talking for a long time, but Qin Hao didn't answer, Zhao Guohua frowned slightly, and said coldly; "Boy, do you think you can escape all this by pretending to be deaf and dumb? Or are you ready to accept your fate? If that's the case, Although I will be very disappointed, but it can be regarded as saving a lot of trouble, your life, your brother's life, including the life of the woman who stood in front of you outside the martial arts training ground, I will accept it! Ha! Ha ha……"

Zhao Guohua laughed arrogantly, and a killing intent as cold as a knife emanated from his body, covering Qin Hao's heart.

"Hehehe..."

A low-pitched laughter came into his ears, Zhao Guohua's laughter stopped abruptly, and he asked Qin Hao with a gloomy face, "What are you laughing at? I'm going to kill you and the people around you, can you still laugh? "

"Kill me? That is also on the premise that you are alive. What if you die?" Qin Hao slowly stood up straight, with a cold light shining in his golden eyes.

Zhao Guohua's expression froze, and then the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a faint smile; "Do you think you can kill me? Through the fight just now, you should be very clear about the gap between us. Do you want to kill me? There is only one word, hard !"

"How difficult is it?" Qin Hao asked again.

"It's as difficult as going up to the blue sky!" Zhao Guohua replied again.

Qin Hao united his fists together: "Okay! Even if it is really difficult, I, Qin Hao, will show you today!"

The author Mo Wangchuxin said: There will be at least one update, maybe two updates, please flowers, please flowers, please. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .