Chapter 342: The wealthy wife's Shura Field (61)

The woman dropped her beautiful curled eyelashes and her red lips were pursed.
She was too careless.
In the small world, without supernatural power, she is nothing.
For a long time, Sheng Jinghua whispered, "How about I make a bet with you?"
Fu Yue looked at him coldly: "What?"
The man looked at Fu Yue with gentle eyebrows and watery eyes, "I bet he would give up everything for you and die... If he wants, I will let you go. If he doesn't, then I will Kill him and lock you up again."
Fu Yue glanced at him and said lightly: "You can't kill him."
Sheng Jinghua smiled, played with the jade finger in his hand, and said to himself: "Who knows..."
Suddenly, Fu Yue snorted: "Sheng Jinghua, I'm afraid... even if he is willing to give up everything, you won't let me go."
Sheng Jinghua did not speak any more.
Stars are all over the night sky, and there is a light mist lingering. It is late at night, everything is quiet, and the corridor on the third floor of Paramount is dim.
"Da da, da da."
Suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed in the dark and empty corridor with a gentle pace and no rush.
The surrounding lights were dim, a pair of shiny black military boots settled steadily, and the man's straight and straight figure, like a pine like a cypress, kicked open the closed door.
Qi Jin's face was sullen, his beautiful eyes raised, and he looked in coldly, worry hidden deep in his eyes.
At a glance, he saw Fu Yue, who was tied to a chair, and Sheng Jinghua, who was already standing next to her, with a gun in his hand, and the black muzzle pointed at the woman on the chair.
Qi Jin's pupils shrank, and his beautiful and dark pupils gradually became deeper, "Sheng Jinghua, what do you want?"
Sheng Jinghua smiled slightly, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, he waved the hand that was empty, "Young Master Qi, don't worry, we have time, and speak slowly."
The gun he held in the other hand was firmly against the back of Fu Yue's head.
Qi Jin's hand unconsciously wanted to take the pistol pinned to his waist, but the other side's light words made his hand froze in place.
"Young Master Qi, don't act rashly. Shengmou's gun was loaded, but if someone accidentally wiped the gun and got fired, Chi Yue would not survive."
Pursing her cherry-red lips, Qi Jin's fingers gradually clenched, and he said coldly: "Let her go, let the conditions be yours."
Qi Jin's eyes fixed on Fu Yue, then softly comforted: "Yueyue, don't be afraid."
Fu Yue shook his head slightly, disapproving in his beautiful eyes like glass, "Lianzhi, you shouldn't have come."
Sheng Jinghua squinted her peach blossom eyes.
This picture of Langqing's concubine... is really dazzling.
He opened his pale lips and said blankly, "I want the military power of this northern city."
Qi Jin looked at Sheng Jinghua, then raised his hand, wearing white gloved slender fingers, and took out a token from his military uniform pocket.
Without hesitation, "Okay."
Sheng Jinghua laughed, with a bit of sarcasm, "Qi Jin, Qi Jin, don't you, the young marshal of the North City, have always loved the people? How can you give such power to someone like me? This woman Is that important?"
Qi Jin lowered his eyelashes, "Naturally."
He still cherishes words like gold, but every word is full of affection.
Sheng Jinghua muttered to herself: "Forget it, I don't want this Rao Shizi token... Let's be fair. How about one life for another?"