The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Madam Qi is trembling

She had no idea what was going on.

One second he was sitting next to the prison, and the next second he appeared directly in an unfamiliar alley surrounded by a group of people.

The faces of these people were a little strange, but the aura on their bodies was very familiar. It was the bloody aura that could only be condensed after countless killings, and the killer she hired carried such an aura.

Did someone hire a killer to kill her?

Feeling up and down, Madam Qi tightly clenched the bag in her hand. The upbringing of her bones made her maintain her image in this weird scene, and she turned to look around.

The unremarkable street, with no signs of people at either end, looked quite deserted, and on the opposite side stood a well-dressed young man.

The prince's attire made him less childish and more handsome, but the weird smile on his face forcibly transformed this very appearance into a hundred times creepy.

Xiao Wutong?

Mrs. Qi recognized him, and immediately realized that the people beside her were killers hired by her.

Because she only had contact with the leaders when she hired killers, she didn't know much about those who directly did it.

But in the end, give Mrs. Qi a little confidence.

She raised her head and said coldly: "Xiao Wutong, what do you want to do!"

"Giggle~~" Xiao Wutong bounced forward, he opened his arms while walking, and turned a few times in the air, as if embracing the air, "Tonight's plot is very exciting, but I have some questions that have not been answered, so I want to ask you, Madam."

The exaggerated spinning movement finally stopped when he walked in front of Mrs. Qi, Xiao Wutong felt like entering no man's land, and without any scruples got into the middle of the vigilant killers.

"Ma'am~" He chuckled lightly, his voice was deep and smooth, like a devil's hell, which caused goosebumps all over his body, "Excuse me, do you really think that Wutong can be bullied?"

He is not even as tall as Mrs. Qi who is wearing high heels. Standing in front of the other party, he needs to tilt his head slightly, but when he stretched out those white and slender fingers, gently stroking the back of the neck with a very thin distance. hour.

A sense of oppression arises spontaneously.

"As for Wutong, I don't like arguing with people at all."

"So what if the dispute comes to an end? In the end, I might be the one who hurts myself."

"So, most of the time, Wutong let go of those who provoke Wutong."

"So Madam thinks Wutong is a very easy to bully person?"

He frowned, and although there was a huge gap in his lips, there was a sad and mournful expression above his eyes.

When these two extremely contrasting expressions overlapped, there was a kind of terrifying effect that made one's scalp tingle.

"That's not it~" Xiao Wutong suddenly let out a crying sound, without any warning, it changed from a cheerful smile to a sad cry, "Oh Wutong, I never want to be bullied."

"It's just that it's too troublesome. It's too troublesome to go back for revenge. I have to face a lot of government documents, I have to face inquiries from friends, and I have to face many strange eyes!"

"But, today is different!"

The fingers no longer floated on the skin, but tightened suddenly, strangling Mrs. Qi's neck to death.

Whether it is a sad or happy expression, it is dead silent in an instant.

There was nothing on the young man's exquisite face, and the extreme emptiness gave him a sense of inorganic nature that was not human.

No joy, no sorrow, no pain, no joy.

Because of this, human emotions cannot affect this boy who is no longer human.

Mrs. Qi's handbag fell to the ground with a thud.

The severe pain in her neck woke up her stunned spirit, and the premonition of death seemed to go crazy, piercing her scalp desperately.

That feeling is stronger than every time since childhood.

"I didn't..." With difficulty, she breathed out, "I was... ordered..."

shouldn't be...

Why do you want to be humble to such a powerless little person!

Her humility should only be faced with the Yan family, and at the very least, the elders of the Qi family.Because these talents can bring her benefits, and can promote her to a higher level of existence.

Why do you have to face such a young man who has nothing, so humble!

and!and!Why do you have to apologize and justify because of this kind of thing!

Can you not apologize?

Of course not!

In order to kill Xiao Wutong, the killers have already cleared the surrounding area, that is to say, no one can enter here in a short time! !

not a single person!

She is just a liaison, even if Xiaotai wants to deal with her, she shouldn't be dealt with!

Correct!

That's right!

The desire to survive made Mrs. Qi give up all her pride. She tried her best, fearing that if she spoke slowly, her neck would be cut off.

"It's the Qi family...and the Yan family...the money they paid...and..."

"Shh-"

Putting his index finger in front of his lips, he let out a long and light sound. The young man looked at the woman expressionlessly, and said, "There is no need to explain for Wutong."

"Indus can be wronged."

"But Wutong's friends can't."

"Senior brother Wutong can't either."

"Indus is angry."

"Indus will punish you."

"No one can escape."

Gradually tightening her fingers, Madam Qi felt more and more difficult to breathe. With her hands clasped around her neck, she opened her mouth wide like a dying fish, longing for the injection of air.

The lack of oxygen made the brain start to go into a trance, and everything in front of her eyes was covered with a dreamlike color. She could see Xiao Wutong in front of her, the frosty-faced stepson behind the boy, and the few children rushing into the street. a stranger.

"Qi Chen... Chen'er..." Mrs. Qi begged from her chest, "Help... mother..."

The Union Marshal said nothing, as he always did with her.

Everything in front of my eyes began to be messy.

Mrs. Qi seemed to see tiny rays of light shining in the air, the rays of light shone in different colors, and each one was smaller and finer than gravel.

But when they quietly floated in the air, those gorgeous rays of light did not bring any sense of brilliance, but just some kind of wonderful peace.

Just like the red of roses, the green of grass, the brown of tree trunks, and the yellow of stamens, those colors seem to be seen everywhere in nature. They exist peacefully and naturally in the air, and only because the concentration is too high can they appear in front of people. .

what is that?

Madam Qi thought.

Except for Qi Chen, everyone thought so.

The dense and colorful rays of light covered a ten-meter radius. They seemed to have existed here since ancient times. When you stretched out your hand to grab it, the rays of light obediently penetrated into your palm, and slipped out by itself after a while.

Xiao Wutong pinched Mrs. Qi's neck and looked at him indifferently.

The light particles began to gather in his direction, and at the same time, the discarded talismans on the ground that had already shown a gray-white color began to tremble greatly.

It was as if something was calling them.

This trembling reached the extreme, the talisman made of stone suddenly flew up, rushed towards Xiao Wutong, and spun around his body behind the ears.

The small vortex seems to have an inexplicable attraction, and those light particles that were originally floating aimlessly were drawn into this vortex.

More and more, more and more dense, soft rays of light are mixed together, as if a rainbow is poured into it, colorful and dazzling, and the crystal core talisman seems to be worn out by these hard sand, peeling off from the shell.

Layer by layer, it first flakes off into some kind of thin flakes, and then grinds into fine gravel.

The gravel reflected the bright light and gradually merged into the entire rainbow.

"Ma'am, there is no need to say."

Xiao Wutong spoke slowly.

"Wutong knows everything, and no one can escape."

The rainbow doped with crystal nuclei gradually stopped spinning.

The particles of light begin to spread downward and outward.

They sank to the young man's feet, and then densely condensed together, outlining delicate patterns, like snowflakes, and began to expand continuously.

The colorful colors blend together, not only not dazzling, but quite beautiful.

Xiao Wutong increased the strength of his hands.

Mrs. Qi grabbed his hand tightly, her eyeballs were bloodshot, and she struggled to breathe with her mouth, but it was obvious that she couldn't breathe anything.

It seems that this can only be attributed to Xiao Wutong's strength, but at the same time, the talisman of the rainbow snowflake was finally outlined.

The streamer flashed across it.

At the same time, the killers standing around Mrs. Qi were released from their physical confinement, and their guns and ammunition fell to the ground, but these professional killers didn't have the slightest energy to manage these babies.

They bend down, or lie on the ground, or face up to the author, scratching their necks one by one, breathing with their mouths wide, as if they want to scratch their necks to let air rush in.

Choking, painful, hard-to-relieve suffocation.

The invisible line of cause and effect extended from Mrs. Qi's body, was absorbed and straightened out by the gorgeous talisman, and then spread in all directions.

No matter who it is, no matter what purpose it has, as long as it is related to this assassination, it will be found and linked by this causal line.

Suffocation, along the link of cause and effect, spread to everyone's body.

In the government building, the alliance officials who had just received the news were busy, and there was a sudden loud noise from the corner.

Everyone followed the sound, only to find that it was the strict father who was sitting at the conference table before.

He slid off the chair, kicked on the table, rolled and struggled on the ground, his face was flushed red, his mouth grew so huge that he stuck out his tongue.

The color of pain is beyond words.

The bodyguards reacted immediately and rushed to try to help him up.

"Mr. Yan, hold on, we'll call the doctor right away!"

Father Yan couldn't say a word,

He gave up the needless struggle, let out a silent roar, and scratched several bloodstains on his neck, which was so severe that it was as if he wanted to grab the trachea and forcefully inject oxygen.

"Put his hands down!"

The chairman of the alliance stepped down from his seat and said sharply.

The bodyguards quickly followed suit, pressing Yan's father to the ground like an upturned frog, and controlling his hands.

"Leave your neck out."

The collar was unbuttoned, exposing the middle-aged man's neck.

A bluish-white finger mark was reflected on the yellowish skin.

It was as if someone was pinching his neck, it wasn't a bruise, but just a bluish-white color that appeared under the pressure of strength.

Everyone was horrified.

Yan's father was struggling frantically, but his movements were getting slower and slower, and his limbs lost all strength.

Finally, he stopped moving.

he died.

Killed by invisible people.

Xiao Wutong let go of his hand, and Mrs. Qi's body fell to the ground.

The killers fell quietly around, as if they had lost their lives.

And they did lose their lives.

The boy clapped his hands, the condensed color disappeared, and his smile returned.

"Senior brother!" He waved happily at Qi Chen, and rushed into Qi Chen's arms, his face still flushed with excitement, "How is Wutong doing!"

Qi Chen fondled his hair, but he didn't even look at the corpses all over the floor.

"It was fantastic."

He praised it so much, as if it wasn't hundreds of lives that were called fantastic.

But how can hundreds of lives deserve a smiling face from Wutong.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wutong's letter:

good morning mom and dad

Woke up early today!

But brother got up earlier

Brother, brother!

Have you found any lucky money!

Brother's face twisted a bit?

Is it an illusion~

Brother would never make such an expression!

However, why is the senior brother always rubbing his head?