Chapter 40 A Blood Case Caused by a Pear Pigeon

It is said that after someone picked up enough branches, he thought that the suckling pigeon was still waiting for him. The wonderful visual impact of the fat and oil, the ultimate enjoyment of golden crisp skin, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and delicious on the inside. I also want to know that it is a new round of revolution in taste buds! Unconsciously, he accelerated his pace and walked back.

When I came to the 'case scene', I didn't see the expected figure of the baby pigeon. The smile on my face had not yet dissipated, and the clouds had already rolled in the phoenix's eyes. Especially when she saw clearly, clearly and sincerely that she was mixed with the soil, and there was me in you, and I had you in the "milk pigeon soil gathering" like you, she was reasonable, gorgeous, sad and angry!

That's why there is a critical moment when it's just a moment.

For Cheng Yaojin, who came out halfway, some people are happy and others are worried. Qi Che was stunned all over, and his seemingly lax pupils turned into the light at this moment and clearly revealed his true mood. He didn't dare to blink and stared at someone who was almost violent and about to collapse not far away, but the faint light was shining more brightly. Although the curvature of the corners of the mouth is not large, it is true from the bottom of the heart, real and pure.

"Who touched my roast pigeon?" The temperatureless tone seemed to be picked out of the ice water, freezing to the heart and spleen, which made life a thrill.

"Who are you?" The killers returned from the petrochemical just now and panicked. The woman who got rid of her head as soon as she appeared, just looked at her, made people's chill run straight to the forehead from the soles of her feet and hit the nerves. Is she an enemy or a friend? And is there something wrong with her? Obviously, it seemed to kill their heads easily,

There is no consciousness of the murderer. What kind of 'nipple pigeon' is 'nipple pigeon' when he opens his mouth. Is this the legendary brain-damaged? Mentally retarded? It doesn't matter if he is really an idiot, but if he is a hidden master mentally retarded, today's task is a little tricky...

Oh~, it's a pity that the heroine, who is a little white-hearted, just wants to find out the real murderer of the suckling pigeon and revenge for it. How can she think that she has been placed in a brain-damaged position by that group of killers...

Xi Xinmiao turned to the group of killers. Hei Yao's eyes swept over coldly and looked at him unscrupulously. I don't know if he had seen Qi Che leaning against the tree.

There are no words on both sides, only Qi Che's extremely suppressed cough, which is rapid and violent, which seems to be very hurt. However, this is not the point of her concern.

The killer seems to be impatient. If he can't hold Qi Che's head for a certain period of time, I'm afraid he will be poisoned to death. Every time he travels, he will take poison in advance. Look at the time, it's almost time. He has to make a quick decision.

After made up his mind, one person said coldly, "If you don't want to die, get out of here." She stared straight at the peerless beauty in front of them, even if they knew that she was never as simple as she appeared! Even if they have some drums in their hearts.

"Ha--" A sneer suddenly scratched at the corners of his mouth, "Do you know what your mistake is?" The tone suddenly cooled down, and the indescribable gloomy, "You shouldn't, you shouldn't provoke me, because I have a bad temper. Today, you--" raised your hand and pointed to them, "All my pigeons are buried!"

After saying that, the killer frowned and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him coldly, and the murderous spirit appeared. So, kill!

Without doing anything, Xi Xinmiao looked at the pigeon-killing enemy who surrounded him with contemptuously. He looked extremely contemptuously. There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell. Today, I want you to sacrifice the spirit of the pigeons in heaven.

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There are a lot of fallen leaves in the jungle. Is it also commemorating this silent killing? And the mixed blood, red and sticky ** on the yellow land is so bright and dazzling at this time, winding and flowing. Is it also witnessing this silent gorgeous performance?

And Qi Che, who was beside him, had been watching quietly. His eyes were no longer calm and turbulent. He couldn't tell whether it was shock or disbelief: her moves were novel and concise, and there were no gorgeous and complicated moves, but they were fatal. They were really fast and accurate! Especially the uncontrollable smell of hell emanating from her body,

It gives people a feeling of coming out of thousands of piles of bones alone.

There are too many puzzling mysteries on her: the second lady of the general's mansion, who had been unknown until she was ten years old, suddenly took power over the whole house. Is it hidden or a huge conspiracy? Is today's encounter a coincidence or a premeditation?

Free and easy? Unruly? Cold-blooded? Killing? Which one is the real her? However, she saved herself, but it was an irresistible fact.

Thinking of this, the evil star's eyes crossed a fine light, and the faint light was dotted. Although his face was still pale, the curvature of his lips showed the master's mood at this time.

The woman in the fight ended the whole performance perfectly with the last kill.

"Pa--Pa--Pa"

"Miss Xi is good at it. In the past, Mr. Qi's eyes were clumsy, cough--" Although his breath was unstable, he did not hesitate to praise. Without the ruddy face of the past, it is still an evil coquettish bag with a soft and charming attitude. It's just a continuous coughing, with a trace of flushing on the slightly sickly white face, which makes people have the illusion that someone is more like Huajiao.

Damn, do you think you pretend to be weak when you cough and think you are Xi Shi? Bug's righteous words: He really coughs! The mat glanced at it: Huh-huh? The worm admits cowardly: Well, what the eldest sister says is what she says. ----A worm is sad and draws circles alone in the corner: Obviously, it's the novel I wrote, why is it always me who admits cowardly ~ Draw a circle to curse you, and never bring enough straw paper to the toilet...)

Probably he can't stand someone's contemptuous eyes and even directly want to ignore himself as air. Qi Che can't laugh anymore. The scene is a little embarrassing (probably only he feels embarrassed, because someone is still immersed in the deep contempt for 'injury'...)

With a stiff curvature, his hands covered his lips and coughed dryly. It was inevitable that there was a suspicion of concealment. He tried to jump out of the topic, "Why did Miss Xi look at me like this? Is she fascinated by the charm?" With that, looking at the woman in front of him, the joke in his eyes was even worse.

Re-adjust the focus, the man in front of him: his hair is messy, his clothes are not neat, and his careless coward is not like he almost died just now! He is also a psychologically strong coquettish man~ But I have to say that in fact, he is also quite cowardly. This is the truth, although Xi Xinmiao doesn't want to admit it.

Approaching him and staring at him condescendingly, he is serious, meticulous, and his expression is not often solemn and solemn.

The atmosphere is weird and quiet...

"Do you mind if I give you a comment?"

"But even if you mind, I will still say it." Before he could nod, I said to myself, "I'm not a domineering woman."

Classmate Qi nodded obediently, his eyes were bright, and he motioned someone to continue, and even became cautious.

"Don't pretend to be a man, pretend to be struck by lightning." After a short pause, he said leisurely, "Do you understand?"

·········Three black lines···The crow flew by happily~~~

"Well---?" Someone was dumbfounded, stunned in the hall, his head was in the machine, and his impeccable and perfect handsome face finally appeared a long-lost crack at this time. Thanks to someone's incis incisive remarks~

"There are all kinds of birds in the forest. Who knows when a piece of bird shit will fall on your head, but--" The words turned around and seemed to sigh, "Even if you pay attention to the bird's shit in the sky, who knows which day the dog will be on the ground? Even if you don't step on dog shit, what about pig shit and human shit? If you walk too much at night, you will bump into ghosts. Looking at you like this, you should have stepped on a lot of 'shit'!"

Mocking, **Naked sarcasm.

Under the 'edification' of someone's left and right shit, Qi Che's two handsome eyebrows are unexpectedly getting tighter and tighter, and almost all of them are knotted. It's not the sarcasm between her words, but... He understands what she means, but this metaphor seems to be... maybe... a little...< /P>

"In Miss Xi's opinion, how should we deal with those--h-h-that?"

"That one? Shit?"

He nodded shamelessly and admitted that he really couldn't say that word. At least he was also a member of the royal family, representing the prestige of the royal family.

"If you want to say shit, just say it. I didn't seal your mouth with tape." Don't let him have a chance to interrupt again, and continued, "As the saying goes, 'attack poison with poison'. If you 'combrate with shit' or 'attack shit with shit', I won't object."

He ignored him, returned to the pigeon's 'burial place', squatted down to pound its 'ash'. When it was 'complete', she didn't have a chance to enter her own viscera temple. Now it is 'the bones are not cold'. As its full responsibility, she has the obligation to 'extravade' it. May it not meet a poacher like her in the afterlife, so that it will not be put in a lonely place and end up with a 'boneless'... Everything is fate~~

Looking at someone who was busy, Qi Che continued to work hard, as if he was unwilling to be inferior to a dead pigeon with no scum. At least he is a beautiful man!

'Returning shit with shit'?' Attack shit with feces? After making sure that he didn't hear it wrong, he hesitated and said, "Is there any difference?"

"Yes." He answered affirmatively without looking back.

"I would like to hear more about it."

"Didn't you notice that their strokes are different?"

········· The crow is too lazy to fly. It doesn't want to make air conditioning anymore. The atmosphere is desolate enough...

"············" is completely speechless. He admitted that he was defeated and completely defeated.