C441 He Was Trying to Pull the Hatred out of Little Prince Xi Chen

Shang Moze narrowed his eyes when he heard the little man's seemingly naive but actually threatening words. He said in a low voice, "You want to kill me?"

"Uncle, I am a good child. How can I do such a bloody thing?"

"I am giving you a choice, uncle. Take care of your life and stay away from my mommy."

Shang Moze's handsome face turned dark. When this kid took the gun away from his suit pocket, he did not feel anything at all.

This child was still so young. His dark eyes stared at the innocent little face. Shang Moze thought to himself, He has grown up and still does not know what kind of disaster he is.

However, as expected of Shang Moze's son! He liked it!

Seeing that the man didn't say anything, Ling Xichen slowly moved the muzzle of the gun to the ground and stopped at his heart. He used his body to cover his gun so that his mommy wouldn't see it.

"Uncle, have you thought about it? Actually, the lower abdomen seems to be too cruel. If something bad flies out, it will scare my big idiot."

"I think I should change it to my heart." His voice was soft and soft, and coupled with his cute and white face, it was really touching.

However, after hearing Little Prince Xichen's next sentence, it did not feel so good anymore.

"This gun should be specially made. It's not available on the market. However, this gun is somewhat similar to the Beretta 92F pistol developed by the Italian Beretta Company."

Ling Xichen smiled and looked up at the man with his big eyes. "The bullet is 10 millimeters long and is 220 millimeters long. If it is empty, it should weigh 0. 96 kilos, initial speed 390 meters / second. The magazine capacity is 17 or 19 rounds. Effective. Range: 50 meters "

"Right, good firepower is also a good thing, right? 24 large capacity magazines, plus a fast loading device"

"Uncle, tell me, can I kill you with one shot?"

Shang Moze frowned when he heard the little person speak clearly and clearly. His tone was a little bad. "Damn it, who taught you all this?"

This damn brat is still so young. Where did he learn all this from?

"It doesn't matter how you know it. What's important is..." The smile on her pretty face froze slightly. Ling Xichen's eyes darkened slightly. “ In the future, stay away from my big idiot! I won't let go of anyone who bullied her. "

Yung Yueqing was some distance away from the two of them. Furthermore, Ling Xichen had deliberately lowered his voice, so she could not hear anything. She only saw her son happily talking to the man.

However, why did that man's expression become uglier and darker...

Her heart skipped a beat. F * ck, this nutcase didn't want to hit her little bastard!

Thinking of this, Yung Yueqing quickly went forward and grabbed the man's arm. She exerted force but on the surface, she smiled. "Handsome, didn't you say you were going to have coffee? Let's go. I know there is a new coffee shop in A City that is very good."

Feeling the strength in Yung Yueqing's hand, Shang Moze lowered his head and his eyes were full of smiles. "If you don't mind if your stepmother sees some beautiful scene, such as the splashing of blood on her face..."

"Then at night, you will have nightmares again and again. You can do whatever you want."

What beautiful scene? The splashing of blood and nightmares? Yung Yueqing looked at the handsome man in puzzlement and then suddenly realized.

En, a crazy world, she did not understand... Gritting his teeth, Ling Xichen looked at his mother hatefully, "Mommy, what are you doing here!"

Damn it, he saw that he was about to take down this monstrous man, and then told this guy not to harass his mommy in the future. In the end, big idiot ran over!

What are you doing here? Yung Yueqing was stunned. She was afraid that this crazy person would suddenly go crazy and come over to save her family's Dabao.

But why did her son not feel anything at all? Why did he still look at her like that?

With a clever move in his hand, he snatched the gun away from Little Milk Bun's hand. Shang Moze patted the furry little head and said, "Little kid, stay away from these dangerous things!"

He rolled his eyes at his mother. Ling Xichen turned his head and was angry. He was not good at doing things, but he was good at doing things. He let big idiot live!

Uh, touching her nose, Yung Yueqing really did not understand why Little Milk Bun was angry.

With one hand holding Little Milk Bun, Shang Moze's deep eyes stopped on Yung Yueqing's face. He slowly reached out his other hand and grabbed the woman's white and delicate wrist. "Qingren, I will not let you go again."

Qingren, pour the coal... Right now, her mind was filled with thoughts of how to snatch Little Prince Xichen back!

Moving his long legs, Shang Moze looked at the person in his arms. It was a little white and soft, like a porcelain doll. If one looked closely, they would find that the person's facial features were different from his own.

This pair of eyes had been passed down to Yi Xiaomi. It had a pair of big watery eyes and thick black eyelashes. It was like a feather fan, fluttering and cute to the extreme.

However, the movement of this kid when he narrowed his eyes just now was exactly the same as ___'s. He was cold, threatening, suppressing, and threatening. It made people feel great pressure.

"Shang Yi Cheng."

Little Milk Bun raised his head, obviously not turning his head. "What did you say?"

"Your name is Shang Yi Cheng."

Yung Yueqing was originally walking quietly beside Shang Moze, but her eyes were constantly staring vigilantly at the man, afraid that he would suddenly become sick and beat up her son.

However, after the man's magnetic words came out, Yung Yueqing's entire body felt bad. Damn, this crazy person really got into the act, and now he actually wanted to change the name of her son?!

"Handsome, this child is mine. His name is Ling Xichen." Yung Yueqing gritted her teeth, word by word, as if squeezed out from the gaps between her teeth. "I flipped a dictionary before giving him the name!"

"Qingren, I was wrong back then. Don't play anymore." Shang Moze had a headache. This damn woman, how could she be willing to acknowledge him?

Inhale, inhale, inhale again. Yung Yueqing, you can't go mad. Dabao is still in this man's hands...

This is your biological son. What if this lunatic is unhappy and attacks Little Prince Xichen...

Inhale deeply and breathe slowly. Yung Yueqing smiled faintly.

"Although there is something wrong with your brain and I pity you, this is a son that I have been carrying for so long. It has nothing to do with you."

"Also, my name is Yung Yueqing, not that ghost Qingren. My home is in the Snow and it is Second Miss from the Snow."

"My brother, I think you must have heard of him. He is the head of the Snow, Yung Yuebai." The corner of his mouth curled up, carrying a hint of coldness. Yung Yueqing's eyes became colder.

"Tell me, if you touch his nephew, how will he toy you to death?"

Ling Xichen:... Stupid mommy, are you trying to make uncle hate you?