My Youth Began With Him

In July, the south of the Yangtze River was raining, and a girl in a black trench coat walked in the heavy rain with a transparent umbrella.

Her footsteps were brisk, and even when she stepped on, the pace was steady and the rain did not splash on her body.

She came to her rental house without hesitation.

It was a very old warehouse building, and most of the residents were widowed old people.

The girl covered her face with an umbrella, and no one could see her appearance.

She took out the key and opened the worn lock.

Then open the door and walk in, even the action of collecting the umbrella is so crisp and neat.

"Not allowed."

In the corner, I don't know where two black men came out.

Covered face, holding a pistol in his hand.

Go out one by one and right out, aiming at the position of her temple.

The girl did not panic, and placed the umbrella on the cabinet at the door.

Then put the vegetables on your left hand down.

"Exactly, I bought more food today. Would you like to stay with the hot pot?" She laughed.

"Don't play tricks...death, say, where is the professor?"

The girl sighed slightly, then sat on the table and laid a cup of herbal tea for herself.

"I have told you many times, you are looking for the old man... You should go directly to him... Why are you looking for me... I am bored..."

"Since you don't want to say it, then we can only take you away... I believe... our boss has many ways to let you say it."

One of the killers finished, rushed over and wanted to hold the girl.

But before he even touched his shoulder, I saw the girl shot and squatted twice.

Just two times, his hands have been broken, just like the butterfly with broken wings.

Everything happens between the electric and the flint.

After another killer reacted, the girl suddenly shot.

The girl who was sitting in the body suddenly came to a backflip.

Flying from the chair, took the gun.

Then I don’t know what to fly out in my sleeve.

Directly across the man's neck...

Another killer fell to the ground and only a little blood flowed out of his neck.

And next to it is a murderous weapon card... There are only two words on it - Luyan.

"Your master is also enough to waste, so that people can be discharged, it really insults my IQ."

Lu Yan said to another killer who broke his hand.

The man is also considered to have a bone, but he is not willing to ask for mercy.

He is kneeling on the ground and he is unhappy.

Lu Yan turned and sat down again, and continued to drink tea at the square table.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, she was very eager to sing, "The curtains outside the curtains caused the showers, the door knocks provoked the patina, and I passed the Jiangnan town to provoke you..."

Jay Chou's blue and white porcelain is one of her favorite songs. She feels very artistic, and she feels extremely beautiful when she fills the picture.

The killer slammed with both hands, then used his mouth to pick up the pistol that had fallen before.

But I haven't waited yet, I saw the girl's high-heeled shoes.

A muffled sound, the pistol penetrated the throat of the killer...

The two killers were only a minute away from the time they went to death. Yes, only sixty seconds.

Then she continued to calm down drinking tea...

I don't care about the **** smell in the air.

Killing her is as simple as eating and drinking.

She is one of the most famous killers in the world.

She is the king of mercenaries in the mercenary world.

She is a girl who has just finished her 20th birthday. She is Lu Yan.