Picked a Killer as My Wife

"Fuck, I really can't understand that bully bastard." Tang Xiaolong cursed.

Chen Chen Qiaozhi coughed softly and said: "But we can't do anything about it. First, we don't know the woman at all, and second, we have no reason to help..."

Yes, now for Chen Qiaozhi and Tang Xiaolong, they don't even know Situ Ningbing in front of them, how can they go up and help?

Is she good or bad? I haven't figured out whether it is an enemy or a friend.

When fighting on the field, I saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at everything in front of me in a high-rise building around.

The building was as high as 60 stories. Through the window, two people stood there coldly.

All are people in black in black robes.

The man with a high-powered telescope in the front hand and a scornful smile on his mouth, with a pair of hooked noses, was watching.

The other person behind him seemed to be his subordinate, wearing a black robe, standing there coldly.

The black eagle of the dark part of the Duanmu family.

Unexpectedly, the Black Hawk in Anbu would also hide in the surrounding buildings and watch the lively scene below.

"Unexpectedly, the female assassin in the Qisha is really powerful." The cold words came out from Black Hawk's mouth.

It turned out that the people from the Anbu of the Duanmu family had been here to observe Situ Ningbing from beginning to end.

At the beginning, I saw Situ Ningbing killing the more than 20 gangsters, and then fighting the mad cow, and the final spitting scene...all the scenes were clearly seen by them.

The indifferent man standing at the back lowered his head and said, "If she hadn't been poisoned by our family's Sanshengmen, it is likely that the mad cow would have died no less than ten times.

An evil smile appeared at the corner of the black shadow's mouth.

"You are right."

"The Sanshengmen poison in her should be the chronic poison under the blood of the Fourth Elder Monk..."

The fourth of the four elders of the Duanmu family?

Blood monk? (This is something).

"It seems that she is going to die here today." said the member of Anbe behind him.

The black shadow glanced at the scene in the distance, and Situ Ningbing, who was forced to retreat again and again with a pale face, said: "I really don't know if the people of the Ouyang family are intermingled this time? It would be more interesting if they intermingled to this matter. "

After he finished saying this, there was a whistling laughter, terrifying and ear-piercing.

Turning his gaze to this side again, he suddenly shouted.

The mad bull punched Situ Ningbing's soft shoulder.

No matter how good Situ Ningbing was, she was a woman after all, and she was also a woman who had been poisoned by the three-sect family.

Not only did the poison in the body recur, but also so many people in Lien Chan...How could she sustain it?

With a bang, Situ Ningbing's delicate body fell to the ground like a broken kite.

Her right hand, who was stabbed by those gangsters, was still bleeding at this moment, and the corner of her mouth was even more covered with black blood.

He fell to the ground, holding one hand on the ground, gasping for breath.

Her eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair.

The indifferent eyes scanned the audience...

"Kill her!"

"Kill her..."

All of a sudden, there was a scream.

Those gangsters made her like a demon, and she couldn't wait to cut Situ Ningbing a thousand swords.

The mad cow had blood red eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and stood there. Fatty Liu over there also looked excited. This woman is his nightmare, so he can only be killed if he is killed. Happy and excited.

"Give me a knife."

Suddenly the mad cow roared wildly, and the little brother beside him ran over quickly and handed over a horse knife.

The kind of malay knife in Malaysia.

This kind of machete has a curved blade and a thick blade. In Malaysia, it is used to kill wild deer and bison.

Sharp and honest.

If the Malay knife is a machete, it can chop the bones of a person with a little force.

At this moment, the horse knife was firmly held in the hand of the mad cow.

He tightly held the malay knife in his hand, and suddenly touched a scar on his face with his hand. The corner of his mouth was grimly said: "You woman who knows nothing about life and death, I will use this knife today Your skin."

Following the words, he walked towards that Situ Ningbing step by step.

There was a terrifying and cruel smile on his face.

The gangsters around were roaring one by one: "Kill her, kill her..."

Only that Ouyang Shiqing, Tang Xiaolong, and Chen Qiaozhi were watching the scene nervously.

Tang Xiaolong clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly stepped forward: "Damn, this dead cow, I really want to teach him a lesson."

The moment his body wanted to rush out, one of Chen Qiao next to him grabbed him.

"Little dragon, calm down."

"Today's matter has little to do with us... Although that woman may be Li Tian's friend, it is still unclear... If you get on, then you will have to face the more than 200 gangsters in front of you... "

Chen Qiaozhi said that the overall situation of Gu Quan.

Yeah, those **** now have their eyes on them.

There is no justice in their eyes, and anything else, they just want to see the death of Situ Ningbing at this moment.

This is the wish of the underworld figures in Jinghai City, and it is also the consequence of the current gangsters wanting to see.

So if Tang Xiaolong really went up to help, those underworld figures in front of him would definitely deal with him all.

If by then, it is estimated that even them will be dead.

The surrounding underworld figures in Jinghai City were all roaring there, with fiery slaying eyes in their eyes, looking at the mad cow who walked towards Situ Ningbing step by step.

Situ Ningbing fell to the ground in despair, supporting the icy ground with one hand.

There was no fear on her face, no regrets of death, but a sense of speechless loneliness... she was there.

Those eyes full of endless sorrow suddenly stared at the distant sky, without sorrow, without despair...just looking at it, looking...as if looking at something...

No one knows what she is looking up at, and no one knows what she is thinking at the moment...

She just raised her head like that, looking at the distant black night sky.

She knew she was going to die.

Maybe to her, death is nothing, the only regret is that she didn't see him before she died...

Suddenly a drop of clear tears struck her pale cheeks and dropped on the cold ground.

She forgot how many years she had not shed tears. It seems that since she killed her best friend in the killer camp when she was 13 years old, she swore that she would never shed a single tear in her life, but she did not expect to be at this time. She dropped a drop of tears...

Gently closed his eyes.

She quietly waited for death to come,