You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

"Tell me, is it explosive enough?"

"I don't know if it's strong or not..."

Jiang Qiyu frowned, with a worried expression:

"But can you not say these forbidden words? I don't like to hear them."

"Hmph, you really are still so stubborn."

Jiang Mian smiled contemptuously.

She took the initiative to tell the whole story about her plan.

One is to appreciate Jiang Qiyu's extremely terrified eyes, and the other is to use these photos to blackmail her in the future.

As long as Jiang Qiyu knows that she is holding these photos of her in her hand, she will be controlled by herself forever, living in the shadow and anxiety forever!

"..."

Thinking of this, she raised her hand to tuck the hair hanging from her temples, and slowly straightened up, with a cold tone:

"Jiang Qiyu, don't blame me, if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself, who made you..."

While speaking, Jiang Mian raised her right hand high, her face distorted and her neck was bulging with veins, as if she was about to slap her hard:

"Such an eyesore—"

In the blink of an eye, what followed was not a crisp slap, but a muffled sound:

"boom!"

"what!"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu's counterattacking hand suddenly flew into the air.

I saw the woman who was standing firmly in front of him just now, but in a blink of an eye she staggered and lay down on the ground.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she subconsciously said:

"...Did you go to bed so early?"

As soon as the voice fell, two roars sounded at the same time, one near and one far away.

The near voice is painful:

"Jiang Qiyu! How dare you kick me?!"

The voice in the distance is furious:

"Bitch! How dare you kick her?!"

"?"

Jiang Qiyu slowly put a question mark on her head, lowered her head and looked suspiciously at the leg beside her that had changed its posture at some point.

Looking all the way up the trousers, it was Qi Yu's face that showed no sign of sobriety.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu, who was blamed for nothing, didn't pretend to be dizzy.

While Lu Heng was rushing over to help someone, he immediately jumped behind the sofa and explained palely:

"Would you believe me if I said that she was sleepy by herself?"

"..."

Jiang Mian almost died of anger.

Enduring the piercing pain from her calf, she couldn't even stand up, so she could only say to Lu Heng beside her:

"Leave me alone! Don't let her run away. If there is no photo threat, if she runs away, we..."

She was impatient for a while, and only halfway through the speech did she feel that she had lost her character, and she forced a smile at Lu Heng:

"Ah Heng, I don't want to drag you down because of my own affairs..."

"Mianmian, don't worry..."

Faced with Jiang Mian's anxiety, Lu Heng just patted her shoulder with a serious face, and picked up a piece of hemp rope scattered on the ground.

Then, he slowly raised his head, and looked at the woman with a complex expression behind the sofa with sharp eyes:

"She has no chance to run out again..."

"!"

When the voice that contained Sen Leng's murderous intent fell, not only Jiang Qiyu, but even Jiang Mian who was in his arms was shocked:

"Heng, you..."

She didn't expect that Lu Heng's silence just now had such thoughts.

He...he actually wanted to kill someone? !

Is he crazy? !

"?!!"

After hearing Lu Heng's words, the shock in Jiang Qiyu's eyes really wasn't acting this time.

She stared wide-eyed at Lu Heng, who was like a mad dog with murderous intent on his face, and said in a shocking tone:

"It's not buddy, you still want to kill people?"

This is not legal blindness,

This mother is already insane!

"I can't help it, and I don't want to be like this...but who made you wake up so early?"

And Lu Heng just slowly raised a creepy smile from the corner of his lips, and let go of Jiang Mian, who was trembling in pain or fright.

Gradually revealing his crazy face under the mask of hypocrisy:

"Mianmian is still too naive, I don't believe that a few photos can make you shut up, only dead people will never speak..."

"do you know......"

Rather than being afraid, Jiang Qiyu was more shocked:

"What you said gives people the feeling that you are in pain and at the same time have a low level of education."

She really couldn't understand Lu Heng's brain circuit.

A mistake is about to be exposed, and he doesn't want to try his best to remedy it, but tries to cover up the previous one with another bigger mistake? !

Has this person ever received nine years of compulsory education?

"Heh... sharp teeth."

At this moment, the expression on Lu Heng's face had completely changed, and he walked towards the target standing behind the sofa step by step.

His eyes locked on her without blinking, the veins in his temples were bulging, and his whole person looked gloomy and terrifying, which was very different from the perfect movie king persona on the screen:

"I don't mind if you curse a few more times while you can still talk."

"..."

But at this time, Jiang Qiyu seemed completely dumbfounded by him, she could only stand there blankly, unable to even turn around and run away.

Seeing that the man full of murderous intent almost walked around the sofa.

Behind him, Jiang Mian, whose calf was injured and unable to stand, suddenly said:

"Ah, Ah Heng..."

Lu Heng stopped, but didn't look back.

Jiang Mian subconsciously clenched his hands supporting the ground into fists, and his voice trembled even more:

"Are you really going to kill her? I'm afraid..."

"Mianmian, what are you afraid of?"

Lu Heng's voice was extremely low, and he looked at Jiang Qiyu who was at arm's length like a prey, but said to behind him:

"Look carefully, don't you hate her the most? I killed her for you, and you marry me, okay?"

"Ah, Ah Heng, Lu Heng! Don't..."

Only then did Jiang Mian realize that she was afraid. If Lu Heng killed Jiang Qiyu, she would not be able to escape for the rest of her life!

"Mianmian, it's too late."

Lu Heng never looked back.

Amid Jiang Mian's frightened cries, he clenched the length of hemp rope with both hands, and viciously leaned towards the slender neck...

"Lu Heng! No—"

Jiang Mian's stopping sound behind her suddenly paused.

Before Lu Heng had time to react, he felt a blur in front of his eyes.

In the next second, a violent tightening sensation appeared in the throat.

He subconsciously withdrew his hand to touch it, but he felt the same tactile sensation as the hemp rope in his hand.

It's just that this part appeared on his own neck.

"Ho..."

He was so strangled that he rolled his eyes, his fragile throat was bound tightly enough to kill, and he couldn't even speak.

Only the man's cold voice came from the ear:

"It's up to you, who do you want to kill?"

"Qi Yu?!" Jiang Mian still fell to the ground, her face full of horror: "Are you awake?!"

"wrong."

At this time, Jiang Qiyu who was "scared" just now said lightly:

"He didn't faint at all, and..."

Then, with a smile on his face, he took out a special miniature lens device from his coat pocket and pointed it at Jiang Mian, whose eyes were tearing apart:

"Come on, say hello to the audience friends in the live broadcast room."