You Are My Gravity

The short-haired woman really didn't expect that Chong Jiu started to rush, and even put a knife on her neck.

Chongjiu's dagger, he knew it, had been stained with countless blood, and many people were buried under that dagger, so murderous was surprisingly heavy.

Just sitting on the neck makes people feel cold.

Moreover, the short-haired woman realized that Chongjiu seemed to really want to kill him, and she already felt the pain.

Chongjiu said with contempt: "When you touch your lips, you want to put pressure on Lao Tzu. You don't see who you are. Do you have that qualification?"

After Chongjiu finished speaking, the short-haired woman felt that the dagger had been sent under the skin again.

The short-haired woman was too scared to breathe anymore. She hurriedly said: "Chong Jiu... Calm down, Chong Jiu... If you have something to say, say it well..."

At this time, the short-haired woman, without the arrogant energy that she had just now, was trembling in her calves.

Because she felt that Chongjiu might really kill him.

Chongjiu snorted with disdain: "I warn you, give me peace, don't he* talk to me in that tone, otherwise, I didn't solve Xiang Qiuchi, so I will solve you first."

The short-haired woman tremblingly said: "You...you can't do this, you really can't be like this...Chongjiu, we are people in the same organization, you...you should know that you can't kill me...if you I feel that my attitude just now made you unhappy, I...can apologize..."

Chongjiu said disgustingly: "Really disgusting... I thought you were such a tough person... It turns out that you are a coward who is greedy for life and fear of death..."

The face of the short-haired woman flushed instantly.

However, although the face was slapped, the dagger on the neck was finally taken away, and her life was saved, which made her somewhat relieved.

As soon as the eyes lit up, Chongjiu had already returned to sit back, but his murderous aura had not faded. It seemed that if she dared to say something wrong, he would come up to kill her at any time.

Chongjiu was sitting there, holding a piece of cotton cloth, slowly wiping the blood from the dagger,

The short-haired woman raised her hand and touched her neck. She started to feel warm, and she took a breath of pain.

She put her hand in front of her eyes, and saw that her hand was stained red with blood.

Although the wound on the neck did not hurt the aorta, it should not be shallow.

The short-haired woman was suffocated to death at the moment, thinking that Chongjiu was a lunatic, but... at this time she did not dare to show anything on the surface.

I can only hold down this breath.

Moreover, he had to pretend to be grandson and apologize to Chongguo.

The short-haired woman lowered her head and said, "Sorry, I...I'm actually anxious, I want...to finish the task quickly, so...speaking is a bit too anxious..."

Chongjiu: "Get out!"

Short hair feminine clenched hands.

However, thinking about the task, she still held back her anger, and said softly, "Chongjiu, I have something to say, I will leave after I say it."

However, Chongjiu didn't give face: "I don't want to listen, you can go away."

A woman with short hair wants to vomit blood.

She said: "I know, you are very angry now, but... I still hope you can calm down and listen to me. You know that the organization is determined to execute Xiang Qiuchi this time. If we fail this time, then you go back. After that, the status will definitely decline. If this task is taken down by others, then...the credit will be taken away..."