Chapter 431: You can go silly

The orange halo of the street lamp was stained on her little white skirt, and the breeze of the night gently raised her skirt corner, blowing off the faint orchid-like fragrance on her body.
The deeper the smile on her face, the more nervous he felt, and this tension was inexplicable.
As a professional killer who has been mixed for more than two decades, he often has a strong instinct for opponents who are stronger than himself, and can clearly feel the intention of killing from the other party.
However, he didn't feel any killing intention from her body, but he shuddered, thinking that she was like a Raksha girl coming out of Shura ghost town, and every step closer, it was a dangerous step.
The high tension caused him to yank his gun out of his pants pocket, pointing at her, "Don't move!"
"Oh."
Yang Zi's eyebrow responded slightly, paused, and blinked at the black pupil, looking at him as if his hand was just a toy gun.
"You are Yang Zimei." Asking this sentence, others thought it was unnecessary.
"Well, I'm Yang Zimei, you want to kill me." Yang Zimei's tone was light but relaxed, as if discussing something with him, the smile on the lips was deeper.
"Do not laugh!"
Seeing her laugh, he suddenly felt like a prey being targeted by a gun, not her, so he said fiercely.
"Ok."
Yang Zimei actually answered again, and put a smile on her lips.
Once she didn't laugh, her whole body was like shrouded in ice, and a cold breath filled the air, as if the cold winter moon was coming.
He didn't seem to face her again for a quarter of an hour, clasping his gun with his fingers—
Suddenly, the wrist was cold, and the entire arm was suddenly stiff and unable to move.
He was startled, and stooped to pick up the gun with the other hand.
Only picked up the gun, just aimed, the hand stiffened again, the gun fell to the ground again ...
"Well? Why don't you shoot?"
Yang Zimei said in a surprised tone, and his face began to glow with a smile that made him unconsciously afraid.
"You ... you ... witchcraft?"
Over the years, he went north and south, was born and died, was well-informed, and naturally knew some strange things about witchcraft.
One of his companions was in the hands of an inexplicable wizard.
"Yeah, don't you know? Before you want to kill me, you should know me clearly." Yang Zimei smiled and squinted. "Otherwise, you really are not a qualified killer."
His face turned black.
Earlier, he received a message from Yang Zimei saying that she was just an ordinary girl in middle school, and no one had said that she would also witchcraft.
No wonder, the employer will pay 10 million to assassinate her.
It turned out that it wasn't as simple as an ordinary girl. I was really too embarrassed. I had known that she had shot her while she wasn't paying attention in the street.
"Say, who hired you to kill me!" Yang Zimei's tone suddenly became cold.
"I do not know."
As a professional killer, he naturally has his own professional ethics. He will not tell the employer's information until death. Moreover, their employment and employment relationship are operated through a black box. He does not know who he is. Is the employer and only knows the target of the assassination.
"Oh, then you can go silly."
Yang Zimei saw that he really didn't know, and wasted energy when asked again. She would not go to waste time on this kind of person until she had to go home.
Go silly? Instead of dying?
The killer hadn't responded yet, and his head was cold again, and then the whole head seemed to be blown up by a bomb, and it rang into a ball, and finally it became blank ...