Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Pullman, mahogany wind.

There was wind in the evening, and the waves shook the boat slowly, and the red wine in the glass also shook slowly.

Why is there no moonlight?

Su Qinghou lay on the chair, looking at the sky on the sea, trying to blow it up.

The atmosphere was particularly depressing. Both King and Kun beside him felt it. The master was in a bad mood, and it seemed that someone was about to suffer.

There was just one person kneeling on the deck, the mahogany-style pirate leader, Old Man.

"Lord Xiaozhi, spare your life."

Old Man was trembling and begging for mercy.

Su Qinghou was wearing a black shirt, no tie, and two loose buttons, revealing a little collarbone vaguely, formal and casual. He glanced at the people on the ground and put the wine glass down: "Okay, call Dad."

Don't call me father, grandpa or ancestor.

Old Man broke out in a cold sweat and tremblingly called: "Dad."

Still no moon, annoying.

Su Qinghou took the wine glass, didn't want to drink it, took two glances, and smashed it lightly.

Old Man said, the red wine was poured down, and his head immediately saw red. He was about to kowtow to beg for mercy when Su Qinghou kicked him on his stomach.

"If you ask you to call him father, you just call it, so awkward, to be a pirate leader."

It's not okay to call, and it's not okay not to call.

In short, Master Xiao Zhi was upset, just wanting to make people.

Old Man felt cold in his heart, desperate, and trembling on the ground. He shouldn't be obsessed with money, shouldn't be blinded by money, and violated the instructions of his little ancestor.

The little ancestor slowly walked over, and stepped on Old Man's hand: "You are the only one who dares to betray me."

He stretched out his hand.

Ah King immediately handed a dagger.

He flicked the tip of the knife with his fingers, which was still sharp, and then threw the dagger on the ground: "First cut three fingers. If I look happy, I might save you a life."

This is his rule, betray him, cut off three fingers first, and then deal with his mood.

Old Man didn't dare to hesitate, shaking his hands and picking up the dagger, gritted his teeth, chopped it down with a knife, blood splashed two feet on the spot, he screamed in pain, only heard the little ancestor yell, stepped back, looked at his own in disgust The legs of the trousers, the beautiful eyes are like gorgeous flowers blooming inside, it should be a thorny rose, beautiful and piercing.

He said quietly, as if complaining: "Your blood has splashed on him."

It's over...

Old Man didn’t care about the pain, he was cold all over his body, and his limbs were soft: "Little, little, little Zhiye——"

The little ancestor was not interested in listening, and waved his hand, like driving a fly: "Throw it down and feed the fish."

King: "Yes."

Old Man yelled and kept calling for mercy.

This kind of scene, Ah King has long been surprised, he picked up the person without changing his face, tied it with a rope, and threw it directly into the sea.

Su Qinghou was standing on the side of the boat, watching the people struggling underneath. The more he looked at him, the better he was. He liked to see other people's appearance of "want to die with him but can't get him".

Suddenly, a wet hand caught him.

He immediately drew his gun.

The man pedaled on the boat and jumped up. After shaking his face, he hooked his neck and pulled it down with force, and the two fell off the boat together.

"Little Zhiye!"

"Little Zhiye!"

Ah King and Ah Kun rushed over in shock.

Under the boat, the sound of water rushed and the waves rolled. The light on the deck didn't go down, and it was pitch black.

As soon as Su Qinghou fell into the water, he squeezed the opponent's waist. He just choked two mouthfuls of sea water, and his eyes turned red: "Who are you?"

The other party's legs were sandwiched between his knees, and he was quite vigorous: "I heard that you are a landruck."

She seemed to have something in her mouth, and she deliberately pinched her throat, her voice was deep.

This waist...

It's female.

Su Qinghou held her waist with one hand, and touched the gun with the other: "Who did you hear?"

Only a few people knew he was a land duck.

She didn't answer: "I don't believe it very much." She didn't believe it very much. This messy evildoer would be afraid of water. She sighed, "I have to try."

After she finished speaking, she hooked Su Qinghou's head and pressed her into the water.

"boom."

It was gunshots.

"Little Zhiye!"

Ah King and Ah Kun plunged into the water one after another.

This gun was fired by Su Qinghou because it was not as lethal as a knife underwater.

The opponent used a knife.

Su Qinghou had a knife in the chest, less than two centimeters from the heart. If he didn't block it with his hand, then he must have gone to the west.

This woman is quite capable.

Su Qinghou woke up after a day of fainting. The people were still experiencing a high fever. There was fire in his eyes: "You don't know if people are hiding under the boat. Are you dead?"

Ah King, Ah Kun, and all his subordinates kept their heads silent. After the master let out a vent and smashed a few people's heads with a cup, Ah King said, "Lord Xiaozhi calm down, your injury is important."

Su Qinghou had no blood on her face and was lying halfway on the operating table: "Hospitals, clinics, and pharmacies, I have to dig out people even if I dig three feet."

The female assassin had a gun in her hand and needed to be healed.

King understood: "Yes."

He took someone and was going to dig three feet, and the little ancestor threw another sentence behind him: "It's a woman."

female?

So sturdy!

Guan Chong a street, is Pullman's slum.

Of course the three knives did not go to the hospital, clinic, or pharmacy. She was not stupid. She was in her business. If she didn't have the ability to save herself, she would have died 800 times earlier.

She wiped off her sweat with a towel, then bit the towel in her mouth, burned the knife, poured disinfectant on the wound, cut it down, and dig out the bullet directly.

300 million.

It's so **** hard to earn.

She spit out the towel from her mouth: "Damn, I'll **** you next time."