The most poisonous female supporting role in the end times

To be precise, they were several written pledges.

The people who wrote the documents were either the second or third in command of each family. On Cheng He's side, it was his deputy commander Cao Yong.

Qiao Mingxi was not worried about the five ministers.

As long as Kongcheng is taken, they are insignificant. It is good to be obedient, but it doesn't matter if they are not obedient. She is familiar with all the departments and can promote a replacement in a minute.

On the contrary, it is the patriarchs of the four families.

His hands and feet were still weak and he read the pledge in the soldier's hand. Even though he tried to remain calm, his eyes flickered.

Qiao Mingxi took in everyone's hesitation and smiled. "Don't doubt that it's fake. You can confront them face to face. But if you hope to fool me and then turn around and deal with me when you go back, that won't work." As she spoke, she moved her hand across her neck. "It will kill you!"

She said this with a smile, but her eyes were as cold as ice. She glanced at everyone, making people sweat on their backs.

Cheng He had never been threatened by a woman before, and he was immediately furious. "What do you mean? Are you trying to scare us?!"

Qiao Mingxi turned around and looked over. "No, I'm not scaring you, I'm threatening you. Are you afraid?"

"Humph! I'm afraid of the devil! I..."

Qiao Mingxi interrupted him calmly and said to the soldier beside him, "Since Commander Cheng is not threatened, then you can send him off."

"Yes!"

The soldier replied loudly and nimbly, with just a slash of his sharp sword, blood spurted out from Cheng He's neck, splashing large patches of bright color on the conference table.

The tip of the knife hung down, blood still dripping from it.

In a short while, the ground was soaked.

Cheng He didn't even have time to close his eyes, perhaps out of reluctance, perhaps surprise, perhaps regret, no one knew. His body slumped in the chair, his head drooping weakly to one side.

For a moment, the conference room was silent.

The only sounds left were the heavy and shallow breathing and the sound of blood dripping on the floor.

It was like the legendary life-threatening bell.

If the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, who can keep you alive until five o'clock?

Qiao Mingxi looked calmly at the people whose expressions were either pretending to be calm or showing fear. The blood and corpses had no effect on her at all, as if this scene was nothing out of the ordinary to her.

Meng Huolue, who was sitting at the back, raised his eyebrows.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see the contents of the letter in the hand of the person in the front seat. Even he had to admit that this woman did have some tricks.

She must have been planning to use Cheng He to establish her authority.

The patriarch of the family cannot be killed easily, because it is easy to arouse the hatred of the younger generations and the determination to fight against the enemy. If the other party shows a fearless and undaunted spirit, she will also have a headache.

But Cheng He is different.

He leads an army of superpowers.

Except for his personal soldiers, for the ordinary soldiers, the division commander is a high and mighty figure. If he dies, as long as a new one can be replaced, the treatment will not change. Except for the fact that Meng Huo has not returned, Su Tang has been living quite well recently. She has been pregnant for more than two months. Except for some discomfort in her stomach, she has basically no other problems. Although she can't eat when she is uncomfortable, her appetite is not small when she is not in an attack.

I especially like pasta.

Seeing this, Lu Wanxin changed her ladylike behavior and pondered for her daughter and her unborn grandson. She tried hard and cooked various kinds of pasta in different ways.

Just for noodles, she can make seven or eight different kinds, and every time Su Tang eats them, he can't move.