Chapter 240: Dashuai, he is sick, just like a fight, 36

Acura stood there, saw the man in the cold and tough air.
He wore a sturdy military uniform, a coat, and his hat looked cold and arrogant and unobtrusive.
He had a gun in his hand and the gun was still hot, just taking away the lives of several people.
Seems to feel her gaze, the man glanced at her, indifferently turned his eyes, said something to the people around him, turned and left.
......
The carols did not go into success.
The person who made an appointment with her can't go, she is alone, where is it not the same?
She stayed in Pingjing, and it is still the singer that the tens of thousands of people are pursuing.
She also knows the identity of that person - Pingjing and even this chaotic country, the most powerful warlord.
Huo Huaiying, Huo Shuai.
This incident is just a game between him and the enemy.
As for the man who has never had a warm life for her, it is just a bad passer in this game.
Luck is not good, just standing there, was killed by a miss.
A small security guard without a family member without a backstage died.
No one cares.
But I remember it. The carols sit in their own room and sit from the night until the day.
She drained all the tears of her life in this evening, dressed up, ready to do something big.
She first purposefully seduce a man.
When the old man heard the news, he saw her once.
She is painting her eyebrows, finishing, and applying the most beautiful rouge.
The age of the old man is already big, but it is no longer a romantic moment, wearing a Tang suit, holding a cane, and looking calmer.
- Compared to the earlier years, it is more like a dog-like old thing.
This old thing is hard to persuade people: "Oh, sing, listen to the old man, persuade, that is not the person you can provoke. Your man, poor life, in this world, some people have a hair than a gold jade Honor, some people are not as valuable as a dog. Do you recognize it?"
Yangge glanced at him and put a gorgeous rose on his hair, a cool smile: "You have to worry, it will not be implicated on you."
The old sighed and sighed away.
Half a year later, the entire Ping Kyoto knew that the most beautiful flower of the city that never sleeps was picked up by Huo Shuai.
Everyone feels that this is the case. Is it true that a hero is worthy of beauty?
The old man heard the news and packed up his family overnight, letting the freedom of those daughters, and quietly left Pingjing.
When sitting in a prestigious car and entering the Dashuai Mansion, the Yangko smiled happily and joyfully.
She quietly looked around this noble and majestic mansion.
Everything is going smooth. she thinks.
The man I love is a person, not lower than others.
He died, killed his man and got paid.

Mrs. Six was so quiet to tell the story of a woman's life.
Huo Wei sat across from her, and the flower tea in front of her ran up the mist, blurring his eyebrows.
"You look like him." Mrs. Liu suddenly said.
"So, you killed my father more than my life?" Huo Wei asked slowly.
The six-faced wife looked blank for a moment and suddenly murmured: "I originally only wanted to kill him for revenge..."
Why did it change later?
Probably because Huo Huaiying died, she could not find a reason to live.