Death Inquisitor

Ji Zhe and Ma Rou were dumbfounded.

The gun did not sound again!

The two looked at each other, and the smile on their faces regained their fear.

This means that one of them must die!

Zhao Xiaozhu laughed.

Because his life has been saved.

"To you." He threw the revolver to Ji Zhe, gloating.

Don't you two **** look down on Lao Tzu, now look at whoever is dead.

Ji Zhe hurriedly caught the pistol, and everyone was dazed.

One half!

The probability of this death is too high.

The hand holding the gun was shaking steadily, but it could not reach the temple.

But at this time, Ji Zhe suddenly found that his hand was out of control and moved involuntarily to his head.

His eyes widened suddenly, his expression panicked: "Wait! Don't! I come by myself, I come by myself!"

He wanted to get back control of his hands first, and then delay for a little longer.

Faced with death, Ji Zhe couldn't help but fear, his legs were shaking, the man was already kneeling on the ground.

"Judge, boss, wait, woo, don't do it! I still have something to say, give me another ten minutes... No, no, one minute, one minute! Give me another minute!" Ji Zhe watched When the pistol had reached his head, he shouted in fear.

But found that his finger is already pulling the trigger.

"Ah!" he exclaimed with closed eyes.

A puddle of urine dripped between his legs.

"No... not dead?" A few seconds later, Ji Zhe opened his eyes sharply and couldn't help laughing.

Regardless of the chill in his crotch, he stood up and jumped, yelling like crazy.

The next Ma Rou collapsed to the ground.

His face was dull.

I never expected that I would encounter this mortal ending.

Especially after Zhe Zhe threw the gun on the ground in front of her, Ma Rou was scared.

Die yourself? No, no, she doesn’t want to die yet.

So her eyes flashed fiercely, and she thought of an idea.

"The Death Magistrate just wanted to kill someone in this round. In this case, I will help him kill one. When there are two left, he should have nothing to say." Ma Rou thought. The cheater grabbed the pistol on the ground.

Inexplicably a little more guts in her heart, because she knew that as long as she shot, she would be able to shoot a bullet inside.

"Go die to the old lady!" She grimacedly pointed the gun at Zhao Xiaozhu.

When the opponent was dumbfounded, he pulled the trigger.

boom!

A bullet was shot and hit Zhao Xiaozhu's abdomen.

"You!" Zhao Xiaozhu, who was badly hit, covered the wound subconsciously, and blood leaked through his fingers.

Red Yanyan, drop by drop on the ground.

His face was white.

"You actually... you are so brave! Cough..." Zhao Xiaozhu pointed at Ma Rou with an excited expression.

Ji Zhe also froze, never thought Ma Rou would have such a big courage.

Is this the rule of blatant resistance to the death judge?

He quickly backed away a few steps.

I was afraid that Ma Rou would hurt myself for a while.

Uh!

Zhao Xiaozhu disappeared into the room and appeared again a few seconds later.

The injuries on his body have recovered.

He looked at Ma Rou fiercely and stalked his fists.

"You, what do you want to do, don't come over!" Ma Rou panicked when she saw that Zhao Xiaozhu was not dead.

Crying and dropping the pistol, shaking his head while sitting on the ground and moving towards the back.

He soon leaned against the wall.

"Woo, woo, I'm wrong, don't do that. Brother Zhao, Xiaozhu! Forgive me, woo woo." Ma Rou cried, not forgetting toward Zhao Xiaozhu.

"Smelly bitch, don't give Laozi this set, just dare to shoot Laozi!" Zhao Xiaozhu walked, picking up two small knives on the ground.

Then he glared fiercely next to Ji Zhe: "The surname Ji, you'd better be honest with me! Otherwise, don't blame your grandfather, my knife doesn't have long eyes."

Ji Zhe shook his head quickly and took a few steps back, indicating that he would never help Ma Rou.

When Ma Rou wanted to push everything on his head, there was a gap between them. How could she go desperately with Zhao Xiaozhu for her.

Zhao Xiaozhu had injuries on his legs before.

But because of the shot just now, this time Zhao Xiaozhu was cured by the death magistrate even with a leg injury, and he held two knives. He was really not an opponent at all.

Ma Rou was not reconciled.

He gritted his teeth slightly and squeezed an unsightly smile at Zhao Xiaozhu: "Brother Xiaozhu, why do you want to be so kind to others..."

He said, in a stoic gesture, a hand was gently stroked on his leg.

"Go to you!" Zhao Xiaozhu stepped forward and kicked Ma Rou to the ground.

This woman's brain is sick, even if the man is an animal thinking about the lower body, but you are shooting to kill me, can I still be tempted by you?

Zhao Xiaozhu didn't know whether the woman had straw or **** in her head.

Ma Rou was kicked by this foot.

Since Xu Sanqiang fell in love at first sight, she knew how to use her own body for profit.

In fact, in addition to Ji Zhe, she also seduce several men for some things.

But it has never been kicked by someone like today. This makes Ma Rou, who has always been "a hundred and hundred spirits" unacceptable.

"Made, bitch!" Zhao Xiaozhu slammed hard and inserted a knife into Ma Rou's hand on the ground.

The knife entered from the back of the hand and was nailed directly to the floor.

"Ah!" Ma Rou shouted in horror and pain.

The blood flowing from the wound made her stiff and dared not move.

"I've seen you as a **** for a long time, I look down on Lao Tzu, and want to kill Lao Tzu!" Zhao Xiaozhu said with a smile: "Today, Lao Tzu ruined your face, and see how you **** will sell in the future!"

"No!"

Hearing Zhao Xiaozhu's words, Ma Rou was startled.

Any woman is afraid of being disfigured, not to mention a person who has a fascinating confidence in her appearance. ..

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