C11 Handgun

His face was filled with anger. "You woman, don't go too far! My tolerance is patient! No matter what tricks you have up your sleeves, I will allow you to leave this place within three days. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. "

The more angry he got, the more she played it down.

"My benefactor is only your Royal Father!"

It was naked contempt, poking at the sore spot.

He sneered and struck back again.

Even though she was prepared, she was still unable to dodge. Once this good-for-nothing gathered his energy, he would become far more powerful than he had imagined.

He stepped forward and viciously pressed down.

Her head was in his arms, and his lips were covered.

His wrist was tightly gripped, and he was unable to struggle.

It was the same wild and humid atmosphere again.

She felt like she was about to faint.

Only after a long while did he finally move his lips, and he still firmly held onto her wrist. He looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist, and then looked at her face, which had turned completely red.

"Bastard …"

She threw a kick.

"His people call you miss! Do you think I didn't hear you? Little sheep, don't put gold on your face. It's impossible for him to fancy a woman like you! To tell you the truth, that old fogey just got the news from me and used his claws to send a flying lightning strike to catch you. I have done two great deeds. You, are one of the rewards he gave me! "

"Scram!"

"From today onwards, you will learn to be obedient. Perhaps, you might not end up in such a miserable state in the future. "If you continue to show your fangs and brandish your claws, you will suffer in the future, hahaha …"

"Get out, you bastard! "In your dreams!"

He laughed and turned away.

Bluejade ruthlessly plucked a chrysanthemum and crushed it into pieces. She could only blame her clothes on how inconvenient it was for her to move around.

"The King is here …"

The voice of the maid.

She turned, flustered, and Döller was walking slowly toward her.

Almost without noticing her distress, he looked at the flowers and the endless chrysanthemums. "When spring comes, it's better to plant sunflowers."

"Mr. Portugal."

"This one, look at this one. It's a seventh layer petal …"

"Mr. Portugal..."

He was still looking at the flowers.

She suddenly felt a little awkward.

I should have seen it, at least, when I was dressed up like this.

However, his eyes never left her.

Just like when he was in love for the first time, he had thought that the boy would regard him as the number one beauty in the world. Unexpectedly, he was shocked when he saw a real beauty pass by.

Thus, he realized that he had never been beautiful before.

The feeling of being a princess suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Mr. Portugal, you are in a good mood."

There was a hint of resentment in his tone.

"What is it? "Yuchang, do you think this place is not good enough?"

She suddenly became indignant: "What right do I have to feel bad? "It's not my territory."

He glanced at her, then turned and walked away.

Bluejade sensed that he had lost his composure. He was the King.

Women were not allowed to speak to the King in such a tone.

In particular, he was buying his own benefactor.

His goal was obviously not to get angry, but to have a gentle and obedient Flower of Interpretation.

Unfortunately, he wasn't a Persian cat!

That night, he did not show himself again.

Even the banquet they had previously mentioned did not send anyone to invite her.

Dinner had been sent over by a maid, and it was very delicate.

However, Lan Yujing felt that they were all laughing, and everyone was secretly laughing.

A woman spent half a day to dress up and was nothing more than a dish to be served. Unexpectedly, just a single sentence was enough to infuriate her master.

Dole, this is a lesson for yourself.

No rudeness or pettiness!

Looking at the exquisite silver candlestick in front of him, he suddenly felt very bored.

The expensive jewelry, the rouge and cosmetics, they were all very boring.

It looked like the food in Little San's bowl was really not tasty.

Since when had he fallen to the point of having a meal with a man and being despised by him?

Furthermore, that Shi Xuanyin was not a kind-hearted person. If he were to continue to stay, sooner or later, he would become a piece of meat in his mouth.

Or perhaps, Geller and Shi Xuanyin had the same thoughts — coveting the secret of his spear?

She was terrified.

How could such a man treat a woman well for no reason at all?

If someone treats you too well, you have to see what you pay for it.

If not, it would be best to think it over first, lest in the end, he himself was calculated to the point that not even his skin would be left intact.

No matter if it was a luxurious mansion or the sea of silver and gold, they would not be able to stay here any longer.

She stood up, took off her clothes, and changed into the outfit she had come in.

A crescent moon.

She quietly pushed open the window and jumped out.

She had carefully observed every path before. She did not plan to go through the main entrance, but climbed over the wall because the female wall outside the hall was over ten feet tall. With her previous training, there was no problem with that.

However, he didn't have any Claws or Yellow Flying Lightning.

Without a good horse and a gun, a woman in this chaotic world would be in danger.

Only then did he realize the power of the old man. Silently, he had cut off all his feathers, leaving behind only a pile of jewelry. If he couldn't bring it away, he would be in trouble.

Without thinking, she turned to the left.

The sky was a lonely star, and everything was asleep except for its bewitching eye.

The vermilion green heavy door, the golden door knocker was dim in the dark night.

This was Shi Xuanyin's house.

She quietly jumped onto the stage and heard the music and dancing from inside. It was extremely lively and filled with laughter.

Seven or eight singing whores filled the room with the smell of alcohol. Two of them were leaning on him, and he held the wine in one hand and his other hand was stretched out under the woman's dress.

The vulgar teasing of men and women.

Here he set up his wine-pond and his meatwood, and his concubines went wild and happy.

Wang Xu couldn't catch the eight thousand female slaves, he only ordered Wu Chen to deal with them on the spot — —

Those who were lucky enough to get the best of it were picked out and divided among the men. Those who were lucky enough to get the best of it were pushed aside and once they were cut off by the easy flow of water.

This demon, where did he hide his pistol?

Bit by bit, her body spiraled down a long path, to the west of the gate, where she could see the road of horses. No, there were shadows outside, dozens of people approaching.

The horse's hooves were wrapped, very light.

She felt a wave of fear and trepidation. Who would want to cause trouble if they accidentally discovered such a secret?

The singing and dancing continued.

He didn't seem to notice at all.

However, the lewd smile on his face didn't change as he stood up and suddenly swept the messy cup and plate on the table with his hand. His body was also swaying as he spoke indistinctly, "Drunk …" Drunk … "I'm so sleepy, I'm sleeping …"

The singing whores tactfully withdrew.

He lay casually in the wineskin, snoring loudly.

Blue Jade sounded like it was fake.

"Little sheep …"

Sure enough, he opened his eyes.

Startled, she saw his upraised face, and with a toss of his hand, something spun in the air. She held out her hand, too far away for him to catch the pistol in time.

That was the bait, this man was just waiting for him.

She quietly jumped down.

Where in his eyes would there be a trace of drunkenness?

As he fiddled with the handgun, he suddenly became very serious in between his eyebrows, as if he was going to make an extremely important decision. It was completely different from his previous frivolous self.

"Little sheep, help me this once and this thing will return to you once and for all …" He added, "And there's also Claw Yellow Flying Lightning, I'll give it to you as well!"

That sounds good.

But, why should I help him?

He took out a box. Black jewelry box, open, pearls, diamonds, amber, agate... It was a sight filled with a myriad of items that were priceless.

He was right, he did have everything that Schaeffer had.

"It's just a small matter, these are all yours!" Furthermore, I will definitely grant you your freedom in the future! "

Freedom?

They didn't owe each other anything and didn't harass each other anymore?

"What do you want me to do?"

"Teach me to use it myself. "It's that simple."

It was indeed very simple, and he had done it himself.

Whether it was a demon or a buddha, he would bear all of them, and he was not even considered an accomplice.

She did not hesitate. "Alright!"

He threw the pistol at her and looked at her without blinking.

Her hand suddenly tugged at her hair. Her hand was white and soft. This woman was like a man, but in the end, she was still a woman. Because it carried a domineering aura, it was even more captivating.

Her hand was slow, a kind of unconscious fascination.

He blinked.

At that moment, she pulled the trigger and demonstrated, "There's a bullet in there. Remember, don't waste it."

He could clearly see that the feeling of pulling the trigger was indeed different.

He was even more perplexed. Why didn't he feel this way before?

She bit her lips and chuckled.

Of course he had not seen the speed of her loading.

He was going to pull the trigger again!