Chapter 442: Since this night, there is no white house.

After all, he still couldn't stop the knife!
In fact, from the moment he chased the hotel, he felt that he would be defeated tonight, but he did not expect to be so miserable!
Qin Hao reluctantly listened to the ground ruler, half down his head, bloodthirsty licking his dry lips, squatting toward the high, the scorpion, flashing the glory of the winner!
"Yes, I missed you!"
Gao Ben murmured.
"Your Majesty!"
Qin Lan sneered a sneer, holding him, like throwing a dead dog, and throwing it in front of the broken monument.
The high-powerful shackles blew the high head before the monument!
"Hey!"
Qin Hao single-armed sword, purple light passed the head of Gao Ben!
Gao Ben’s remnant suddenly split into two, neatly split into two halves!
"After committing my Chinese, I am strong!"
"Tonight, you will use the spirit of the Jiangdong martyrs!"
The face of Qin Yu Yin Sen emerged with a cruel and broken smile. The blood in his hand merged with this heroic hot land with the rain.
After that, the long knife provoked the head of Gao Ben and strode in the rain.
This battle!
From the first step of the meeting, he set a perfect strategy to kill high books!
First of all, by destroying the confidence of high-powered ones, and chasing long distances, the strength of high loss must be quite a lot.
Furthermore, I chose this spiritual field.
Here, there have been tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians and the Dongyin devils battles, buried with numerous bones, and the smoldering atmosphere is extremely heavy.
With the help of ghost prints, Qin Lan can absorb it with great sorrow, otherwise he will not be able to make Huangquan knife.
Therefore, from stepping into this heroic land, it is doomed to death.
Inside the Emperor Hotel Hall!
Song Rujun and others sit opposite Bai Qiming!
Both sides are silent and waiting for the final result!
"Wen Ren, do you still have to go to the hospital first, so it will be consumed, in case..."
Song Rujun looked at the husband who was bloody, but still sitting on the sofa, worried.
"No, I have to see the little sister coming back!"
"You can rest assured that I can't die."
Qin Wenren is weak.
The blood under his body has solidified with the sofa, but he is unmoved.
Song Rujun knows her husband's temper, and persuasion is useless, only patiently waiting.
Bang!
The more thundering!
It has already passed for two hours, and the rain has poured in from the hole in the hall. The original hot summer season has made people feel a little cold.
No one in the hall, no one left!
They are patiently waiting for the final result, because the returning person will determine the future direction of Jiangdong.
"Hey, Mrs. Song, Qin brother, I think your son is afraid of hanging!"
"You don't know, Mr. Gao Ben is the most powerful blood for the Dongyin country!"
"The guru, the apostle who died in his hands, countless!"
"Your son is very young, and at most, the master is getting started. How could it be Mr. Gao Ben’s opponent?"
"I see you waiting for the corpse."
Bai Qiming sat down on the sofa, re-ignited the cigar, took a sip of the light, and sneered.
When the other big brothers heard it, they felt quite reasonable. Many people began to sit behind Bai Qiming.
Bai Fei shook his head and smiled!
He knows that Bai Jia will die tonight, and his father simply does not understand Qin Yu!
As long as there is a place where this person is, there is a miracle!
This is not a person who can be defeated at all.
It is a pity that he is at this house, and the people are ignorant, and they are not helpful, and they only have to accept their fate.
"Mr. Bai, do you cope with the Dongyin people and ruin your compatriots? Isn't it shameless?"
"And, the Jiangdong Chamber of Commerce, since the first president, has set a rule that will not become."
"Never do business with Dongyin!"
"Do you want a face?"
Song Rujun asked with a sneer.
"face?"
"This year, as long as there is money to earn, who cares about the face?"
"you you!"
"Do you have a face, are you making money clean??"
"Whoever has money, who is at the helm, who has a face, understand?"
Bai Qiming blinked and shook his legs, pointing at the businessmen behind him and laughing.
The businessmen squinted and smiled, but they did not dare to refute.
"you!"
There is nothing to say about Song Rujun’s anger. A shameless person is really terrible.
"Dog things, so I like to deal with Dongyin people, don't you go with him as follows?"
A cold, cold voice passed from the rain curtain.
When everyone looked back, Qin Hao appeared in the gap.
He was soaked and pale, like a paper, but his body was still pretty.
Hey!
Bai Qiming only felt a flash in front of him, and a black object was already in his arms. When he took it up, he almost disappeared.
It is the head of Takamoto!
That's right, that eye-catching little beard, that is not reconciled, dead, and eyes!
The result is clear!
Dongyin blood forbearing master, high battle to die!
"Qin Hao, are you okay?"
He Yazhen saw that Qin Hao was full of blood, his face was ugly, and he couldn’t help but worry.
"Can't die!"
Qin Xiao smiled slightly, put away a long ruler, and walked back to Bai Qiming.
Bai Qiming holds the head of Gao Ben, suddenly feels like a thunder, and his mind is blank!
The last hope is gone!
With the fierceness of Qin Hou, I am afraid that it is a dead end tonight.
"Hey!"
Bai Qiming, who could not be alive, suddenly held a high head like a rogue, and wowed up.
That is the misery of hope, everyone knows that the White House is completely dead tonight!
"sign!"
Qin Lan wrote a few words on a white paper ~EbookFREE.me~: "White House is willing to compensate all the family products to pay for the Qin family!"
As soon as I saw this, Bai Qiming was awake, throwing away the head of Gao Ben, and even crawling and crawling, and touched the foot of Qin.
"Hou, I beg you, the white house is left at the end, you have to take it away, then you are all stunned."
When Bai Qiming arrived, the first thing that came to mind was money, not his own life.
Qin Yu flexed his finger and smashed the white eye of Bai Qiming.
"sign!"
The voice of Qin Yu is getting colder and colder.
Bai Qiming screamed and climbed up from the ground, staring at the one-eyed tearful one, not dare to slap again, signed his own name, and honestly pressed the fingerprints.
After the signing, the former richest man in Jiangdong, sitting on the ground, was completely incompetent.
As if the soul is dead, leaving only a broken body!
"well!"
"Since this night, Jiangdong has no white house!"
Qin Hao's cold and arrogant voice, throughout the audience.
Merchants, all spontaneously stood behind Song Rujun, and said the same thing: "I will listen to Hou's life."
"Well, Bai Qiming, you can go down with Gao Ben as a companion."
Qin Lan smiled coldly.
"No, Hou Ye, I have given you all my money, what do you want?"
"Right, do you think I hurt your father, I am dissatisfied and want to take revenge!"
"Well, I am satisfied with you."
Bai Qiming climbed up, grabbed the fruit knife on the table, and laughed wildly, and froze on his chest.
Suddenly his shirt was full of blood, and the entire chest was full of wounds.
Ps: There is still late, and I am slowly writing!
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