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In the corridor, Manman was holding a flashlight and stood in the corner.

The boss threw himself on a person, and the knife in his hand was being pulled out of that person's body.

"what happened."

Manman trot over and hugged Mingshu's arm: "I got up to the toilet just now and heard a sound next door."

The vine room is right next to the safe passage of the stairs.

The sound insulation is not very good at first. At first, she thought it was the boss who was doing something, but she felt the toilet more and more wrong.

The sound was intermittent, like the sound of unlocking.

Fearing that she would not dare to go out, but the voice continued, and finally she could only go out with her teeth clenched. It was also her luck that the boss’s door was unlocked, and she went directly to wake people up.

When they came out, they were just in line with the people who had unlocked them.

This is what Mingshu saw.

The man was already dead, and Mingshu flashlight took photos of them: "Fengyunmen."

"Grandma, do you know?"

"I've seen it twice." Ming Shu said: "Fengyun Gate rarely moves alone, there must be people, you stay here, you two come with me."

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The original owner is also the backbone of Fengyun Gate, who knows the style of Fengyun Gate.

Even if some people have a personal style of action, in an organization, it will inevitably be affected.

Mingshu quickly pulled out the remaining people.

Several of them had already been killed by the boss when they met.

Mingshu left two live talks.

Bringing people into the hotel lobby, the dazzling light hit the two directly.

"Yuan...Yuan Miao!?"

Seeing the people clearly, the two were scared.

"You are a man or a ghost!"

"Aren't you dead? Am I dead too?"

The boss gave one foot: "What nonsense! Granny aunt is living well, Granny curse is dead, don't want to live!"

not dead?

The two looked at each other and saw shock and panic in their eyes.

The Fengyun Gate has spread all over, she is dead.

Why didn't he die?

They saw a distinct shadow on the ground, and it seemed that it was certain that this person was really alive.

One of them asked: "Sister Yuan Miao... Since you are not dead, why don't you return to Fengyun Gate?"

"Isn't Zhuang Jing replacing me now? What will I do if I go back."

The two looked stiff.

Now in the Fengyun Gate, everyone knows that she is dead, and Zhuang Jing is getting mixed up.

"Sister Yuan Miao, we don't know it is you. If we knew it was you, we would not dare to do it."

"Yes, Sister Yuan Miao, we really don't know it's you."

"Yes, yes, don't dare to give us ten guts."

The two hugged their thighs quickly.

"Then you dare to give you a hundred guts."

Two people: "..."

This, this...

Why doesn't this answer according to the routine?

How do they answer?

Mingshu reached out to the boss.

The boss is at a loss: "..."

What do you mean, grandma?

The boss suddenly blessed the soul, quickly grabbed a packet of snacks from his body, and respectfully released it.

Mingshu: "..."

Mingshu brought snacks back to his pocket.

Boss: "..."

Also?

The boss touched another bag.

Ming Shu glanced at the boss quietly.

"Grandma, there are so many in my pocket!" The boss cried with regret: "Otherwise I'll go out and get you?"

"Gun!" I knew that I touched it myself, what a pretense! What the hell! Overturned!

Boss: "..."

Say guns early!

The boss quickly handed the gun to Mingshu.

Mingshu took out the bullet and left one, and threw it to the ground: "You only have one chance to live."

The two shivered.

"Sister Yuan Miao, we are anyway..."

"Sorry, I am not a person of yours now, and this world doesn't have any affection."

Ming Shu blocked in one sentence.

Today they come to grab things and take a head for survival.

If it was her defeat.

The consequences are obvious.

The two watched the ground grab, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and both of them froze.

Only one person can live...

Who wants to die!

None of them want to die.

One of them gritted his teeth and slammed the gun on the ground, while the other was not to be outdone. The two of them grabbed one head and no one let it.

After Ming Shu retreated, he opened the snack just given by the boss.

boom--

One fell to the ground slowly.

"Sorry, brother..."

The surviving people held the guns with only luck on their faces and were not sad.

Mingshu's soft voice drew back his thoughts: "You can go now, go back and remember to tell Zhuang Jing word by word about the matter here."

The man was stunned.

Shouldn't it be that you shouldn't tell outsiders what happened here?

How does she...

Of course the man didn't dare to ask too much, and if he could survive, he immediately got up and left.

"Grandma, why didn't you kill him?"

"I need him to go back and help me tell them that I am still alive."

"Why?"

"Frighten scare them chant."

"..."

"Yes, the body was thrown out, and the blood was also cleaned, don't let Nan Yin see it."

"..."

This body disappeared within a few hours, so there is nothing to clean up.

Nanyin... is that boy's name?

Where did it come from? !

Abdominal defamation turned into defamation, the boss still carried the body out with people, and the blood was covered with things.

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Back in the room, the teenager had sat up, wrapped in a quilt, holding a pillow, pitifully small.

"There was a gunshot just now."

"Ok."

"Are you okay?" the teenager asked again, looking away from her, as if afraid of missing her arms and legs.

"How can I have something so easy."

Mingshu lifted the quilt away from him: "What are you doing by wrapping yourself?"

He also wrapped a white blanket before meeting him.

"I..." Losing the protection of the quilt, the teenager was a little helpless: "I..."

I've been there for a long time, and I didn't come for a reason.

Mingshu snatched the pillow in his hand, put it behind, raised his hand against his shoulder, and pressed it straight back.

Mingshu also lay down, and the quilt covered them.

The teenager immediately entangled.

Mingshu patted his back: "What did you do before?"

The teenager rubbed her neck: "Well... nothing."

"What is it?"

"Just... rich... do nothing, learn... play something," the teenager said weakly.

It is no wonder that children of rich people are so arrogant.

"How are you doing?"

"Okay, first." The teenager nodded, then frustrated, and his voice was aggrieved: "But it seems useless here."

Mingshu touched his head: "It's okay, you're squeamish."

With a little skill, I have a tail up in the air, and I am so angry...If I meet the kind of dead person next time, can she destroy it first?

Mingshu thinks this can be considered.

Tailored for goblins.