Chapter 937: Even one child has never let go

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Chapter 937, even a child is not let go
"Very good, I know that the current situation is Junjie, and I really didn't misread you."
Leng Shaoyang now no longer has to pretend, and the way he talks is a kind of gloom.
The boy who used to be so sunny and full of life, now full of cold atmosphere.
Some people say that the more sunny the person is, the darker the heart may be.
Cold line wild did not believe before, but now he believes.
They all looked down on this youngest brother.
The most inconspicuous person on weekdays, playing pigs and eating tigers, eventually got a big position.
"But I have read you wrong. I didn't expect your heart to be really embarrassing. Let me say, when do you want me to kill him?"
"Right now."
"Now?" Cold line wild is a bit surprised: "Are you sure? Shouldn't you keep his life to cool down?"
Leng Shaoyang's disdainful coldness: "I still have two old people who are not dead in my hand. Even if there is no cold, I will have to be a fan of cold and cold. Besides, do you think I still need to cool down? I am now Just sit here and wait for you to catch the shackles, cold and beautiful, before tomorrow night, he will appear here, kneeling in front of me."
Cold line looked at the confident smile on his face and nodded. "You are so confident. I think I have already thought about the means to deal with him. It seems that I have no choice. Let's go, the future president, go. Watch?"
Leng Shaoyang’s brow slightly looks very happy:
Of course.

Leng Xingye didn't know if he was happy because he wanted to kill the cold king or because he was happy with him.
Two people walked slowly to the South Building.
Once used here to represent the status of Leng Yuhuang in the presidential palace. Anyone, even if Yin Xueyu wants to come in, must send a notice in advance, and the guardian who stands forever at the door.
They did not obey the orders of anyone except cold and beautiful.
But now, the South Building seems to have been ruined in a flash.
Everything inside is being smashed.
The entire South Building was searched for a day.
Cracked glass and porcelain.
It was already dark, but the South Building did not turn on the lights, the way it was broken, with a hint of gloom and horror.
Because of the arrival of Leng Shaoyang, the guards hurriedly turned on the lights.
Leng Shaoyang looked at the dilapidated South Building very comfortable, looked at the circle, did not see the little thing: "What about people?"
The guards closed the door before, and they just came in with cold Shaoyang, so I don't know.
Some warfare: "It should be upstairs."
They have been searched all over the South Building. There are no tunnels or secret doors here, so there is no fear that the cold will run around.
Because they know the cold thinking, they can turn off the electric gate, close the door, and deliberately throw a five-year-old child in the dark and empty villa.
They went upstairs and didn't see the cold in the children's room, but found him in the master bedroom.
The little man was lying on the bed, holding Lin Xiaomi's pillow in his arms, and hearing the sound of opening the door, Huo suddenly sat up, full of horror.
Leng Shaoyang did not see tear marks from his face, and felt a little boring.
He reached out and the guard behind him handed the gun up. He handed it to the cold line: "Look at you."
Cold line took the pistol, played it in his hand, and then pointed the gun at the cold of the bed.
Leng Jun’s heart slammed, and the little people shook with trepidation, but they looked at them reluctantly for mercy.
That is the same as the expression of the facial features carved out by almost a model of Leng Yuhuang.
"When my dad comes back, he won't let you go!" The little guy screamed.
"Yes? Unfortunately, you didn't have a chance to see it." The cold line went up one step and went to the bed. The muzzle came to the head of the cold king. The little guy stared at him, his eyes were full of tears, but the expression It seems to be eating him.
"Children don't have a child, they can't even cry, and it's as annoying as your dad!" Leng Shaoyang lost patience and looked at the cold path: "Why, can't bear it?"
Cold line wild did not deny: "Yeah, after all, it is also called my uncle, and it is still so small, but who told him that he would not reincarnate, and he was a cold-blooded son. In order to save his life, I can only sacrifice. He is."
Said, he turned to look at the cold Shaoyang helpless shrug.
Leng Shaoyang nodded and agreed with him: "It’s true, who told him to be the son of Leng Yuhuang."
Cold line the gun on the gun, the index finger slowly buckled on the trigger.
Leng Shaoyang looked at him for a moment, and this was his test of the cold field. In fact, there was no bullet in the gun. He just wanted to see if the cold line really stood with him.
The two guards behind him, who had touched the guns at the waist, had already received orders, and as soon as they were cold and rash, they immediately took him down.
"Hey!" Cold line suddenly sighed, and the gun turned around in his hand: "It’s really boring. In my lifetime, I can’t see the cold and sorrowful cry. I thought I could look at his son’s request for mercy. The result... As you said, it is really boring."
Leng Shaoyang looked at him faintly: "How can I not go?"
"No, it’s just that I suddenly thought that I couldn’t use the gun, or that it would be thrown out in the future. There is no way to explain to the old ministers."
He said, holding the collar of the cold king, he lifted him up.
Leng Junlin was very uncomfortable with his neck. He kept kicking his feet and screaming coldly: "Let me let go! Let me go!"
Leng Xingye looked at Leng Shaoyang: "I have a safer way to kill him, and I promise you will find it more interesting."
"Oh? What is that?"
In the cold, the wild is carrying the cold, and they took them all the way to the dungeon in the underground of the South Building.
Axing was locked up in that place and had been tortured for a round of blood. He was thrown into a cell.
"You let me go! You bastards! Waiting for my dad to come back must make you look good! At that time, he must take your target as a gun."
The cell here is somewhat similar to the ancient cell, one by one separated by wood, and Axing fell on the concrete floor, suddenly hearing the sound of the cold.
He opened his eyes weakly and saw that they had come in with a cold lord. The little man was shackled in his hand, and his face was very red and obviously uncomfortable.
Axing’s heart was raised, and the man who had been tortured and did not screamed and crawled up from the ground:
What are you doing! He is just a child, you are these beasts!

"Little Master, don't be afraid, I will save you from going out!" Ah Xing was like crazy, slamming the wooden bar of the cell, not to mention that he was now in the blood, even if he had no injuries, no The way to get out of here by manpower.