Chapter 577: Do not eat two whip and then go? (1)

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The sound of the monsoon smoke, with a deep smile, but that words, passed into the ears of the vice-president, but extremely harsh.
Take it back!
How can I pick it up? !
The monsoon smoke throws the chopper freely, and the handkerchief wipes the blood on the hand carefully. She looks up casually and looks at the ugly face of the vice: "Look at this person is you." For the expression of the general's expression, I will allow you to bring him back now, perhaps before he cuts off, you still have the ability to save him back."
The squatting person can still have a sigh of relief after the execution, but there is no gap between staying and staying, unless the is coming, otherwise the doctor will never be able to take people in such a short period of time. cure.
The "goodwill" of monsoon smoke is clearly determined to be killing!
The deputy's face has never been so ugly, his soft and hard have come again, but the monsoon smoke has lived and died.
Looking at the striker who fell in the pool of blood, the weaker breath, the vice-face turned from black to black, and a pair of fists clenched on the side.
As a young man, he has never been so fooled!
"What? You don't want to save? Then his death, it has nothing to do with me, I have given you a chance." Monsoon smoked and looked at the gloomy vice.
These words were so harsh in the ears of the vice-president.
Isn't this the same as the practice of their Qingjun army's death to Ji Yan and turning a blind eye to it?
At this moment, the deputy finally realized why the monsoon smoke chose a penalty such as diarrhea, a punishment that would not kill immediately after the execution.
She backhanded and directly pushed the death of the striker to the head of their "seeing death and not saving", as if everything had nothing to do with her.
An anger was blocked in the chest of the deputy, but at this moment he had no way to do it. He could only watch the striker in the face of desperation and severe pain, and broke his last breath, lying still in a pool of blood. .
"Oh, it’s really pitiful... Since you belong to the Qingjun army, why don’t you save him?
The monsoon smoke looked at the man’s broken gas, and he sighed with a sigh of relief, as if he was not understanding the Qingjun army. The same is true of "cold-looking".
The deputy of the Qingjun army almost did not spit out a blood.
How to save such an injury? How to save?
The monsoon smoke is never ready to let go of that person!
The deputy will force the urge to vomit blood, let the soldiers under his hands clean up the body of the striker, and the drip with a warm blood, as if taunting his stupidity.
After packing the body of the striker, the deputy took a few deep breaths before he made the pressure on the chest. The face looked stiff and looked at the monsoon smoke: "I am bothered today, I will go back and return."
The monsoon smoke supported the chin with one hand and looked at the vice-president who wanted to leave, but said: "Slightly wait a moment."
The deputy brows his brow, but sees the monsoon smoker to go to the gate of the camp.
The deputy's face was black for a moment.
In a short while, the soldiers who went to check up hurried back and slammed the monsoon smoke. Several soldiers guarded in front of the gate were seriously injured by the Qingyi army, only because they blocked the Qingjun army. The plan of the military camp.
As soon as this was said, the soldiers who had been squatting around the execution ground changed their eyes to the Qingjun Army.