After Becoming a Little |

But he knew that the girl in the black robe opposite knew it too, because when she came in, she had already looked at those two corners with a disdainful smile.

"You actually love your niece, right?" Xuan Pao Nu asked, straight to the point, as if she had no interest in being a villain.

Mr. Bob fell silent, thinking about his words.

"Loving this kind of thing reaches a certain level, but it's hard to say it." The girl in Xuanpao knocked on the table: "Profound, hesitant, I understand this uncomfortable feeling."

Mr. Bob stopped talking, and just looked at Bernice's face, his eyes softened.

She was right, but it didn't help.

"So why did you use this method? Just to give Bernice an excuse?" She had a sneer on her face, as if she had seen a farce that had been repeated countless times, and she felt aloof.

"...Yes, this is an excuse and motivation." Mr. Bob didn't look at her, but just looked away, raised his hand and pressed the armrest of the sofa, took a deep breath, and his knuckles turned white.

His disease has a 94.44% gene collapse rate. If it weren't for the special medicine to keep him alive, he would have collapsed on the plane long ago.

But this was just drinking poison to quench thirst. The pain he endured was unknowingly many times greater than in the past, and the sweat visible to the naked eye soaked his cuffs.

The Xuanpao girl stopped talking, and switched to the state of spiritual vision to look at the man in front of her.

Weak but strong.

In the light of his soul, there is also a terrifying obsession—an obsession that is enough to light a torch.

"That's why you spent so many detours, but you refused to tell Bernice a few words of the truth, even if she hates you." She said so, holding up the water glass.

"That's it, because it's real enough." He said so, with a deadpan face, like a cold villain.

So a glass of water was splashed directly on his face, wetting his cheeks and the front of his clothes.

The butler moved, and a pistol protruded from the side, pressing against his head.

"I learned my marksmanship at the summer camp. If I hit it wrong, it's not good for anyone." The khaki-colored sister Yu's tone was extremely indifferent.

The girl in Xuanpao leaned over, her voice was very low: "The thing I hate the most and the most unacceptable in my current body are those feelings that are incomprehensible but are imposed in the name of 'love'. -"

Mr. Bob turned his gaze around, looked at the pair of phoenix eyes, and after a while, he showed an expression of not knowing whether it was a smile or not.

"Then you must have worked hard." He said this, as if he understood something.

"It's not love." She said so, reaching out and pressing Erye Daluoli's chest.

After a while, Loli Erye woke up slowly, turned over in confusion, and immediately came to her senses.

She reached out and tried to touch the demon knife behind her, but it was in vain.

The girl in Xuan Pao didn't look at her, but just put her hand on Spicy Chicken's chest, and squeezed it to show her friendliness—this was much better than Erye Daluoli's touch.

The sobriety of Spicy Chicken Shreds is very natural, there is no pause, no confusion, just looking at Mr. Bob with complicated eyes.

So Mr. Bob was shocked.

"I said, this is not love." The Xuanpao girl raised her legs, her eyes were firm and her expression was calm.

"..." Mr. Bob's throat rolled, and his face turned cold, trying to maintain his traitor character in this way.

"I didn't come here for any confrontation, I just wanted to help you communicate in a direct way." The girl in Xuanpao said so, took out a handwritten business card and put it on the table.

There are a few large characters written in strong strokes on it - "I Can't Help" Foundation

There is no contact information and no name, with a simple but not simple Nordic style, just like her expression, which is as indifferent.

"So you didn't cooperate with the affairs officer system?" Mr. Bob asked.

"No." Xuan Pao Nu shook her head.

"You didn't betray Bernice either?"

"I'm her friend, so naturally I don't."

"You are planning."

"Just like you, it's all a conspiracy."

"..."

Mr. Bob lowered his eyes and had nothing to say.

"A hymn of loyalty." Xuan Pao Nu patted Spicy Chicken on the shoulder: "Your uncle has paid too much for you."

"It's not what I want." Bernice didn't appreciate it.

"So you should tell him yourself what you want."

"...I will, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Besides, I don't like girls, although if you really want, I can play with you." Bernice turned her head to look at the girl in Xuanpao seriously: "Besides, if you can't help it, you can tell me which Hollywood actress you like. I, I still have the energy to send them to your bed."

"What are you talking about?" Xuan Pao Nu looked puzzled, and then took back his hand that accidentally slipped off her shoulder.

The main reason is that the elasticity is rather peculiar, should it be said to be a racial talent?

She began to miss Lianhua, who would not say anything even if she asked herself to wash her face.

Isn't it right for girls to be intimate with each other?This is what the lotus taught itself.

The girl in Xuan Pao sat upright, thinking that it might be that the atmosphere among female girlfriends in Europe and the United States tends to be conservative.

It's really disappointing. I thought it's their normal style to be a 13-year-old who is lying, 14-year-old smoking marijuana, 15-year-old and 16-year-old being a mother.

But it’s true to think about it, Kun Kun can win the Chinese Golden Melody Award, and the Internet is indeed a lie-this should be a cultural invasion!

It's no wonder that so many so-called campus youth dramas in the Republic are now on the road of no return to love...

Mr. Bob and Bernice looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

Then Mr. Bob spoke first, with a disgusted expression on his face: "You look like this, can you let me let you-"

"Stop, stop." The Xuanpao girl raised her hand to interrupt him, and looked at her watch: "Well, if you can't communicate directly and efficiently with her, I will stab her to death."

"???" Mr. Bob was confused: "What?"

"Stabbed to death, in front of your face." The woman in the black robe took out an Assassin assassin dagger. This kind of small knife contains very little divine grace gold, and there is only one layer on the blade, but it is sharp enough. It's pretty good for an exotic fruit knife.

"..." Mr. Bob's throat rolled: "Aren't you friends?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with me stabbing her to death?" Xuan Pao Nu looked puzzled: "This is not the first time."

Spicy Chicken Shreds sighed: "It hurts."

"But your uncle doesn't cooperate."

"Then you just want me to die?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just a killer with no emotions." The woman in Xuanpao pressed down on her chest with the knife, and there was visible blood oozing out, staining the hospital gown at the tip of the knife red.

"Stop!" Mr. Bob lowered his noble head: "You have something to say!"

"It's late—" The Assassin assassin's dagger in the Xuanpao woman's hand was directly pressed down!

Bernice's delicate body shook, her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked down at the dagger on her chest in astonishment.

The Assassin dagger sank deeply into her chest...

"Lise—"

Mr. Bob called out the nickname of spicy chicken silk, and let out a helpless scream, raised his head and looked at the girl in Xuanpao with eyes full of shock.

The Xuanpao girl shrugged her shoulders: "Sorry, I was just joking before. I really cooperated with the clerical officer faction, but I just lied to her and you. Is it fun?"

She leaned forward slightly, with a cruel and playful smile: "Watching your niece die in front of you, how does it feel like this ups and downs?"

"I want you dead! Kill her! Kill her—"

Mr. Bob roared loudly, hoarsely, desperately.

Two black shadows rushed out from the corner, brandishing the sharp blades in their hands, and went straight to the Xuanpao girl without hesitation.

The old butler suddenly jumped up, took out a 1911A1 from the inner pocket of the black suit, and raised his hand to kill the Xuanpao girl with a single shot, but was disturbed by the khaki-colored lady next to him, and the two waved their arms to block each other Open the opponent's hand, and played gun fighting at a distance close to the face.

The scorching bullets flew, and the surrounding luxurious decorations suddenly shattered. The cracked vase, the slowly rippling water in the vase, the loose bright bouquet, and the dripping water drop from the most delicate petal of the bouquet——

On the water drops, the appearance of the girl in Xuanpao yawning in boredom was reflected, as if watching a boring person in a world that did not belong to her from a strange perspective.

In the next second, the figure reflected on the water drops stretched out two hands, pinched the figures rushing from two directions, and pressed hard on the ground!

Some kind of air wave that came from nowhere exploded, and the falling drop of water was shattered into more dots, reflecting three completely different scenes.

The khaki-colored lady fought with the old butler with a dignified expression, but it seemed that she had let go of some shackles. The unscrupulous old butler didn't care about his scratches at all, but stubbornly wanted to point the gun in his hand at the other party. head, and fired the gun.

On the finely divided water droplets, the khaki-colored Yujie who is moving around and approaching is reflected. The windbreaker on his body draws a semicircular arc, and brings the waterdrop to the hem of the clothes, and takes it out from his waist like flowing clouds and flowing water. He took out the magazine, unloaded the one in his gun, and replaced it neatly——

Then he froze, maintaining the posture of pulling the sleeve, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at the old butler in front of him with a gun pointed at his head.

He frowned: "I bet you don't have bullets in your gun."

The 1911A1 magazine usually has seven rounds of ammunition, and the opponent has a modified 1911, which uses 14 rounds of .45ACP magazines, which is a modified double-row feed.

Just now, he was holding on to this point to change the bomb handsomely. It can be said that he has calculated everything.

He said His Excellency Yan Shuangying's lines in a mezzo-soprano, let go of his hand holding the slide, and the gun in his hand made a metallic sound of 'click-'.

Several gunshot wounds and scratches on the old butler were still oozing blood. His originally neat British tuxedo suit looked tattered and distressed, but on his wrinkled white old man's face, there was only a Hollywood western cowboy sheriff McCree's handsome smile.

He made a slightly hoarse low male voice: "Little girl, you can still press a shot in the chamber, this is the experience of an old mercenary."

"boom--"

The old butler pulled the trigger, then his eyes widened, and he looked at the khaki-colored Yujie who suddenly turned her head in horror.

A smear of blood wiped across her cheek, and blood slowly seeped out.

"To be honest, I feel that my body has changed a bit recently, but I haven't reached the point where I can dodge bullets." The khaki-colored sister said so, tilting her head slightly and asked: "Your Highness, if my head is blown off Can you save it?"

"It's hopeless, wait for death, and leave!"

"The bruise on the face?"

"No problem~"

"Thank God." The khaki-colored sister showed an elegant smile: "I like your gun very much. The market price of the infinite match 1911 is now close to five thousand dollars. I will keep it well."

"..." The old butler didn't speak, but closed his eyes.

He felt the gun in his hand being taken away, but the next second, another gun was stuffed into his hand.