Vol 3 Chapter 794: It's not that easy to want to die!

Threats, warnings, reminders... everything is possible. If you have already read this chapter, please move to Dagger Qi Chinese Little ШШШ.Ыqi.mЁ to read the latest chapter. Xiaomei looked at the heart-shaped necklace in An Zihao's hand, very uncomfortable.
"How would you react if the owner of the necklace showed up again?"
An Zihao, who was in deep thought, was stunned by Xiaomei's abrupt words.
Seeing An Zihao's stunned expression, Xiao Mei was even more upset: "Huh, people are dead, even if they miss the most and worry the most, that person can survive or fail! An Zihao, be careful not to get caught. trap!"
Trap... An Zihao's eyes flashed, as if thinking of something: "Trap...Is this a trap?"
"Hey, I hate your nervousness!" Xiao Mei cursed, grabbing the heart-shaped necklace from An Zihao's hand: "Do you just jump down if you dig a hole? Don't let a necklace make you suspicious. Yes! Throw the necklace away!"
As soon as the words fell, Xiaomei had already opened the window and door, and with a flick of her hand, the necklace flew out of her hand!
"Wait a minute!" Unexpectedly, Xiaomei's actions were so aggressive, An Zihao wanted to stop it, and watched the necklace fall from one hundred high-rise buildings.
His heart also sinks.
"Why? Not willing?" Xiao Mei patted the dust on her hands: "If you are not willing, go down and pick it up. That's wood, it shouldn't be broken. Besides, if you break it, don't you have two more in your house."
An Zihao frowned slightly, turned to look at Xiaomei, his eyes narrowed: "How can you fight a dead man?"
With a dead person... grudge? !
She was stuck in her throat, and Xiaomei was so angry that her mouth was open for a long time and she couldn't say a word: "An Zihao, how do you talk?!"
An Zihao raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "Xiao Meimei, what you did today is over!"
pass? Really passed it?
Humph, she will do more!
"OK," Xiao Mei spread her hand: "An Zihao, you said I care about the dead, come! Then I wish you grow old with a dead person!"
With that said, Xiao Mei picked up her handbag, stepped on her high heels, took two steps and turned her head back: "Remember to have an early son!"
The door of the office was closed by Xiaomei, and An Zihao stood at the window and door, lost in thought.
Old age together...has an early son...
It's eight o'clock in the evening.
Jing Shu didn't expect that the ceremony would last from ten o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening!
If it hadn't been for Beitangxiu to find a reason, they must have been'mingling' with various celebrities in an internationally renowned hotel.
As soon as she returned to Beitang's home, she and Beitangxiu's bedroom, Jing Shu immediately took off her kimono!
She hates this kimono!
Throwing the kimono far away, Jing Shu breathed a sigh of relief.
Azi said, how much this kimono cost, passed down from generation to generation, very precious. But Jing Shu just wants to be relieved now!
No matter how expensive it is.
After dropping the kimono, her hairstyle followed.
Throwing away the combs on his head one by one, for a full twenty minutes, until the long hair hangs down his shoulders and the weight of several kilograms on his body disappears, Jing Shu breathed a long sigh of relief.
Finally completely liberated.
However, she seems to have found a problem.
She took off her clothes and got her hair done. It would take more than half an hour to say nothing. Why didn't Bei Tang Xiu swell without saying a word?
Could it be that Bei Tangxiu sent her back, and then went out to ‘socialize’ with others? !
Thinking of this, Jing Shu stood up and looked for Bei Tangxiu's figure, and finally saw Bei Tangxiu in a corner of the room.
Strictly speaking, it was a small pavilion specially used for meditation. Bei Tangxiu sat there, quietly looking at the knife in front of him-Liu Tong Zhan.
Liu Tong Zhan's scabbard is pure black, without too many ornate carvings. The six-tong pattern on the handle is still prominent.
In the middle of the six tung flowers, there is a ruby ​​inlaid in the urn, which is dazzling.
The color of the gem was as red as bleeding.
This six-tong cut is the treasure of the Beitang family. It has followed each generation of Patriarchs to fight in the west and has also witnessed the success or failure of the Beitang family. The knife is a dead thing, but it is condensed with a touch of breath, which is daunting.
Others say that once the knife is used for a long time, or the blood is soaked for a long time, it will have its own consciousness. This kind of knife is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to control.
From morning to night, Bei Tangxiu didn't have a trace of fatigue on his face, sitting so quietly, as if nothing had happened.
But Jing Shu noticed the complex and deep expression in Beitang Xiu's eyes.
Beitangxiu is a very kind and gentle man with a surprisingly good temper. When facing others, he always smiles, making people unable to see his heart.
What Beitanghong said to Beitangxiu today, actually Jing Shu heard it very real.
On that knife, there is Beitangxiu's mother's blood!
She didn't understand Bei Tanghong's words very well, but she knew that the story on the knife was definitely not simple.
Jing Shu walked gently in front of Beitangxiu, sat down, and remained silent.
She didn't want to interrupt Bei Tangxiu's meditation, but she was a little worried about Bei Tangxiu's appearance.
She must be unhappy to know him.
After a while, Bei Tangxiu realized that Jing Shu was sitting in front of him!
"Xiao Shu? I'm sorry, I...I'm distracted." Bei Tangxiu smiled apologetically: "Tired?"
"Husband, we are now a husband and wife, I hope you have unhappy things, don't take care of it by yourself. Tell me, let's share the burden together, okay?"
Bei Tangxiu opened his eyes slightly, and then filled with tenderness, and stretched out his hand towards Jing Shu: "Of course. Baby, so are you. You are now a family member, and my husband hopes that you can share something with your husband. For example. Did you scare you today?"
Jing Shu pursed his mouth and shook Bei Tangxiu's hand. Bei Tangxiu pulled it gently, and Jing Shu naturally fell into his arms.
The unique scent of Beitangxiu's body will make Jingshu feel particularly at ease and a special sense of security.
"I don't know how to do tea ceremony, and I'm not from a famous family. Do you dare to take me out to appear? Are you afraid of shame?" Although Jing Shu kept talking about equality between the rich and the poor, when it came to this kind of scene, he felt inferior in his heart The sense will be enlarged.
"Then you think your husband is an'organized' person?" Bei Tangxiu joked back.
Oh, yes, today’s Patriarch’s succession ceremony is like making a movie.
"Why don't you tell me to take the tea ceremony? Let me do some preparations. Even if the tea ceremony is not good enough, I can get through it. I asked you to complete the task for me today. Does the family have no objection?"
Jing Shu noticed that when Bei Tangxiu started to make tea, the expressions of those people were so surprised.
It's like seeing something incredible.
"Since ancient times, the Beitang family has been married to a famous family. Moreover, in a country dominated by men, even if a woman is the master mother, she has no status. Since I am the head of the family for 30 generations, in the family It’s up to me. I gather my beloved woman, not a tool. She should have the same status and honor as me. Baby, just be yourself, you don’t need to change something for me What. Baby won't, just let my husband finish it."
Listening to her husband's murmur, Jing Shu was as sweet as drinking honey. Beitang’s tea ceremony skills are beautiful and top-notch. And Beitangxiu is her husband again, which means that she can appreciate the stunningly beautiful man making tea for her anytime in the future!
Hahaha, a great joy in life!
"Husband!"
"Ok?"
"I want to drink tea! Drink your tea!"
Beitang paused for a while: "I think you didn't have anything to eat just now, or something to eat first..."
"No!" Jing Shu sat up, holding Bei Tangxiu's face in both hands: "I want to drink your matcha!"
His wife’s "indomitable", sultry like a cat stretching its paws, felt sweet in Bei Tangxiu's heart: "Okay, I'll make tea. Then I will have some refreshments, okay?"
Jing Shu cheered in his heart: "You can have something to eat, but people just want to see your husband make tea!"
Beitangxiu blinked, okay, it seems that the little wife is on the hook: "Okay, my husband will make tea for you every day."
Yi Yunrui looked at the third master who was covered in blood in front of him, his eyes were cold.
"Cough cough... Yi Yunrui, do you think you can trap me? There is a kind of you to kill me now!" He spit out the blood in his mouth, San Ye looked at Yi Yunrui with a mocking look: "Yi Yun Rui, Commander Yi! I know you too well, you don't want to kill, do you? Hahaha, I tell you, otherwise you kill now, or the next person to die is Xia Ning!"
Hearing the word'Xia Ning', Yi Yunrui closed his pupils, stretched out his hand, pinched San Ye's neck fiercely, and lifted it up. All of a sudden, San Ye was pressed against the wall with his feet hanging in the air. Off the ground.
The feeling of suffocation hit, San Ye's eyes glared, his head went blank for an instant, he had to instinctively open his mouth wide, blood and saliva constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"It's easy to die," Yi Yunrui narrowed his eyes and said every word: "I'm afraid, I just can't die!"
The man in front of him, as long as he exerts a little force on his hands, there will be no "Lei Buyang" in the world, but it is not time for him to die!
This way of death is too cheap for him!
"You will definitely die, but unfortunately not now." Yi Yunrui sneered: "This is your family dungeon. In this dungeon, how many people have you forced to ask? How many people have been killed! You give me a good deal now "Live" and feel the feeling of death."
As Yi Yunrui said, his hands tightened, San Ye's eyes gradually turned upwards, at the moment when he was about to die, Yi Yunrui suddenly let go--
San Ye was like a broken puppet, limp to the ground with a ‘pop’.
Yi Yunrui pressed her lips tightly, her eyes so cold that there was no trace of human emotion.
The door of the room was knocked rhythmically, and Zhang Hai's voice came from outside: "Boss, phone."
Yi Yunrui turned around, and the moment he walked out of the black jail, Zhang Hai jumped.
Zhang Hai was dumbfounded.
Wait a minute, is this his boss?
This cold breath is like Satan walking out of hell.
He has been with the boss for several years, and he has not come into contact with such a boss.
Yi Yunrui didn't speak, he took the phone directly from Zhang Hai and saw the name on the screen, his thin lips pressed into a sharp sword.
It's Angela's number.
"Uncle Yi, help! Come and save my mother!"
Unexpectedly, this was actually called by Xiao Rui. Seeing Xiao Rui's horrified tone, what happened to dare to express himself.
"Xiao Rui, what happened?"
"Uncle Yi, help, come and help! Oh, Uncle Yi..."
Xiao Rui kept crying at the end of the conversation, and Yi Yunrui was about to talk, when a phone call came in.
It was from his wife Xia Ning.
"Okay, I'll come over now." After saying this, Yi Yunrui decisively hung up and said to Zhang Haidao: "Now, immediately go to the community where Angela lives."
"Yes, boss!" Zhang Hai replied, turned and ran.
Yi Yunrui closed his eyes slowly, and pressed the call button: "My wife, I'm rushing back, wait a while..."
"Mr. Yi," it was not the little wife's voice that rang from the phone: "Mrs. Yi is in the hospital now."