Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite

Qu Yizhao shook the gun in his hand, a dangerous aura crossed her face, and the shadow shrouded her clean face, making her look weird and unpredictable, like Shura from hell.

Like a vigorous cheetah, she approached the mercenary killers like a phantom, as if she was a god of death holding a scythe to harvest life.

Just looking at it makes my heart feel cold from head to toe, but what's more, it's still fear and uneasiness.

Looking at the blood on the palm of his hand, Qu Yizhao looked at the black-haired man crawling on the ground with satisfaction.

The black-haired man struggled and crawled forward, his face full of fear and despair, as if there was some demon behind him, he couldn't help making a "ho ho ho" sound.

Even his body trembled to the extreme, which caused a few drops of blood to overflow from the muzzle of his neck, and the blood slowly dripped from his fingers to the ground.

The scarlet blood and the snow-white floor formed a stark contrast, as if a few drops of red ink were dripping on a piece of white paper.

Qu Yizhao stood aside, admiring the other party's trembling body and creeping forward ugly posture.

Curving the corner of his mouth, Qu Yizhao seemed to have discovered something interesting.

After watching it like this for a few minutes, Qu Yizhao seemed to have had enough.

Grabbing the other party's hair, Qu Yizhao dragged the other party to the toilet without paying any attention to the other party's struggle and despair.

The leather shoes made a "da da da" sound when they stepped on the smooth marble floor, but this sound was the prayer of death in the ears of the man dragged by Qu Yichao.

The man covered his neck, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak for help, but his neck had already been cut by the other party.

Yes, the man's neck was cut by Qu Yizhao, but Qu Yizhao only cut a little bit, which is equivalent to letting a little blood, not too deep.

They can't die so easily and peacefully, they have to taste the taste of pain, despair and regret.

The man's eyes were full of despair and pain, and his face was also full of regret and fear. He just felt dizzy.

Afterwards, Qu Yizhao slammed his head into the toilet.

Seeing the man's hands struggling constantly, Qu Yizhao expressionlessly took out the saber he found from the arms of another man who died tragically.

With a few clean and sharp cuts, Qu Yizhao cut off the man's tendons in his hands and hamstrings.

The man's face was pale from the pain, his forehead was sweating, and the back of his neck and the clothes behind him were all soaked.

Just kill him, he is living like this, life is better than death!

However, Qu Yizhao didn't want to let him die so easily, she lifted the other's head out of the toilet, put her mouth next to the other's ear, and whispered softly.

It's like the love story of a devil.

"If you want to blame, blame why you took this order and the client. Don't worry, you won't go to the Underworld alone. You go down first. Immediately, those good brothers of yours will come to accompany you."

After finishing speaking, Qu Yizhao pressed the man's head hard into the toilet again. After repeated several times, Qu Yizhao ended the man's life.

Taking out a silky towel from his suit pocket, Qu Yizhao lowered his eyebrows and gently wiped the water stains on his hands.

After wiping, Qu Yizhao casually threw the towel, which just covered the man's face and eyes that had not yet been closed.

Qu Yizhao didn't have Yiwu who would close his eyes to a man. If it wasn't for the lack of time, maybe she would help him dissect him.

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