Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  The pale hand stretched out, and then retracted immediately.

   "I can live up to three more years, and I need you to help me kill someone."

  Baitang: "That's all?"

  Bai Qingyun turned around: "That's all. This is a deal."

He slid the wheelchair closer, threw the short blade on the bed, and when the sword fell down: "Miss Bai, current events are better than people, and you have a grudge because of what happened to me, then, the sword is in your hand, and I will not let you die." Make sure you can get out without losing a single hair."

  Baitang held the short blade, his eyebrows were slightly cold: "Why, are you sure that I won't do anything to you?"

  Bai Qingyun was sick, but her eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful. She grabbed her hand and sent it to her abdomen violently.

  The short blade plunged into Bai Qingyun's abdomen with a "poof".

   Wiping the blood with her fingers, she looked more and more sick: "Miss Bai is still satisfied... But, you can't take my life."

  Blooded fingers brushed Baitang's tiger's mouth: "It's too early to die, how can I make you remember me forever."

  Baitang withdrew his hand, with an extremely complicated expression: "...a special hobby."

  Bai Qingyun drew out the short blade nonchalantly, and threw it aside. With slightly trembling fingers, he took out a bottle of medicine from his cuff, and poured it directly into his mouth.

  The end of the eyes became more and more red, and the whole face looked sickly.

   "Miss Bai, how are you thinking?"

   "You also need revenge, but this vajra is not bad, do you still want to practice? I am afraid that if you continue to practice, you will not be able to get revenge."

  It's really unbelievable for a woman to practice such martial arts.

   is cruel enough to himself.

   "Cough cough cough..."

  Blood from Bai Qingyun's abdomen flowed out again.

  Baitang himself didn't know what martial arts he practiced. Anyway, he was very uncomfortable and recovered very slowly.

   After a long time, Baitang said: "I want to leave."

  She doesn't fit here.

   Naturally, I want to leave.

  Bai Qingyun was very strange. While speaking compulsively, he gave her a chance to choose.

  As the leader of the killer organization, is it necessary to do so?

  She is just an orphan, what capital can she have?

  Bai Qingyun's fingers tightened suddenly, and her breath became unsteady.

   "Baitang...Three years, can you not refuse..."

  Bai Qingyun stretched out his fingers to grab the corner of her clothes, the pitiful look in his eyes made people feel distressed.

  Baitang was puzzled: "You..."

  Bai Qingyun's fingers tightened and became whiter: "Stay with me..."

  Baitang hesitated for a moment: "Your injury, let someone take a look at it."

  If he died here, she might not be able to get out alive.

  Bai Qingyun didn't care, "My injury doesn't matter."

  Baitang: "..."

  Who will believe it? The man did it himself.

  I don't care.

   He tugged at his clothes, but couldn't move them: "Bai Qingyun, what do you want to do? Are you relying on me?"

  Bai Qingyun began to be unreasonable: "Who made you appear in front of me."

  Baitang: "???"

  Bai Qingyun grabbed her finger and held it tightly: "Baitang, have pity on me, a shameless person!"

   No outsiders were present.

  He confessed what he had done.

  Bai Qingyun will not feel guilty when facing Baitang, nor will he think about it.

  Baitang simply closed his eyes and ignored Bai Qingyun.

   Such an attitude, who would believe that he is a killer.

  It's so natural to act coquettishly.

  Bai Qingyun was persistent, and her tone became more and more lonely: "Miss Bai...you can treat me whatever you want if you feel uncomfortable. Please, don't leave. Pity me, a dying person."

  Baitang was thinking, does Bai Qingyun hate that person so much?