Thirty-ninth Raiders

This realization made Yu Zhenning's face pale.

Legs are soft again.

Fortunately, Shen Yuanbo supported her by the side.

Although she has a wealthy family and is used to seeing the wind and waves of the upper class, she has never seen the scene before her. She raises a huge king of beasts at home, and openly shoots and kills - the smell of blood drifts along the air. , Yu Zhenning wanted to vomit with a pale face, but she could only endure it as best she could.

And the figure in the pavilion still raised his hand unhurriedly, and reloaded the gun with his long white fingers. After the clean loading sound, another shot was fired.

Another target fell on the opposite side.

Blood flowed out.

seeps into the lake.

The bloody aura became stronger and stronger, and the Beastmaster lying on the side of the chair became a little restless, raised his body slightly, and inadvertently rubbed his ears against the drooping coat of the master, causing the cuffs of the coat to shake.

...

Third Master Shen stopped.

He turned his face slightly.

Yu Zhenning, who collapsed on the ground, saw his profile.

The man's eyes were still covered with long black belts, so he couldn't see his pupils, but the side face was so delicate, the white forehead, the line connected to the high nose bridge, extended straight, the lips were thin and pale, sweet like petals , down to the attractive Adam's apple arc at the collar, the complexion is fair enough to be described as beautiful, but the temperament is lazy and silent, with a sense of lazy indifference.

"..."

Unexpectedly, this young warlord young marshal who made countless forces fear the wind, but has such a face, even the most handsome Xiaosheng in Li Yuanchun can't compare. What's more, this person's appearance is not handsome, and he is a kind of cold shock, as if even his beauty has a sharp aura, and he is lazy and soul-stirring.

Across the black belt, he lowered his head slightly, as if looking at the sleeve that the tiger touched.

"Roar……"

The Beast King was obviously feeling uneasy, and anxiously lowered his big head, almost touching the ground, with a low and frightened beast roar from his throat, Yu Zhenning saw that its body was shaking.

Two seconds passed.

Third Master Shen tilted his head slightly, without any disturbance: "Forgot the rules?"

The voice was slightly lower.

There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

Very pleasant.

The tiger roared twice in grief, as if knowing the master's displeasure, tucked its tail and slammed its big head against the pillar in a grievance.

Yu Zhenning covered her mouth in surprise.

The tiger knelt down beside the pillar sadly, bowing his head in dejection.

The young warlord didn't speak any more, he raised his hand lazily, took off the black belt covering his eyes, put down his gun, and picked up the teacup beside him.

Yu Zhenning's face was as white as a piece of white paper. The smell of blood made her want to vomit, but she never dared to actually vomit. Even when a tiger's ear rubbed her sleeve, she was trembling with fright. abnormal?

She tried her best to control herself not to tremble, but she heard the other person's low and pleasant voice, asking:

"doing what?"

The tone was a little cold.

Shen Yuanbo immediately replied respectfully: "I have disturbed my uncle. I brought my girlfriend home for dinner today, and my father asked me to say hello to you."

He gently pushed Yu Zhenning's back, "This is my girlfriend, her name is Yu Zhenning, she is the eldest Miss of the Yu family, and her family is in the silk business."

Yu Zhenning's voice trembled, but she had to bite the bullet and say hello:

"Little... hello little uncle."