Interstellar star overlord Bo Qi

Qizhong can come back, and Bo Qi's understanding of this person has changed to another form.

The straight man has already begun to draw this person into the scope of good buddies in his heart.

Bo Qi kicked one out, turned around and grabbed a chair to block it, but it didn't work as expected, the stool was fixed on the ground and couldn't be moved.

Bo Qi could only dodge the knife, and the knife brushed against Bo Qi's hair and landed on the stool.

Fortunately, the wooden stool stuck the knife tightly.

Bo Qi still needs to observe the enemy's situation and think about how to deal with it, but the scene he can see tells him that he doesn't need to work hard.

For the person who fell on the ground, Bo Qi didn't see how Qizhong got it done, but judging from the amount of bleeding next to the person, he was already dead.

Bo Qi regained consciousness and was observing the others, one of them was already under Qizhong's silk thread, and the other rushed towards him.

Bo Qi didn't even see what weapon Qi Zhong was using, and when he stood in front of him, this man also fell down.

It was only later that Bo Qi saw the dagger on the man's back, which was still stuck in it!

Seeing that his own people were all dead, he couldn't pull out his sword, so Bo Qi waved to him and told him to leave quickly.Otherwise, I will be in a bad mood and easily kill you.

Waste chai looked at Bo Qi and Qi Chong, the soles of his feet were slicked with oil.

They were all quiet, Bo Qi smiled and thanked Qi Zhong, "Thank you for your help."

"I'll come back to get the gloves." Bo Qi glanced at the blood-stained white gloves on the ground.

"You don't seem to be able to use it anymore."

"That's it."

Qizhong left again as if nothing happened.

Bo Qi's open-mindedness towards this person has risen to a new level. To put it bluntly, he is thinking about his thoughts, and the bastard looks at mung beans.

But the straight guy saw it right, and his first impression was based on his friend's concept.

As for whether I have that kind of thought, or I don’t have it at all, or I don’t find that faint feeling of liking, and I will wait for the later stage.

Qizhong arranged for a housekeeper to investigate those who could enter his private room today.

It doesn't seem to make much sense to kill him, but it may also be related to several brothers.

Or it is more likely to kill Bo Qi.

In the past, Qizhong thought that Bo Qi was not perfect enough, but judging from the relationship today, Bo Qi does have a general style.

worth fighting for.

"I don't like men." Qizhong sat in the suspension car, fiddling with gloves in her hand and laughing. :wait and see:

Qizhong was driving at extreme speed on the way home.

Bo Qi took off his wet clothes, put on a pair of comfortable sweatpants, was bare-chested, and tidied up the room with injuries. Bo Qi took out the medicine from last time and used it again.

After wrapping up the wound with anti-inflammatory, Bo Qi put Qizhong's useless steak into the pot as a reward for himself.

Compared with the current household appliances, Bo Qi feels that the life in the stone house is the life of primitive people, and it is much more convenient now.

The steak was sizzling in the pan, and the burnt smell of the meat was so delicious that Bo Qi almost forgot what steak tasted like.

The meat was only half-cooked before Bo Qi put it on a plate. He ate the steak, reminiscing about the situation when he died, the empty ward, those years of pain and depression but powerlessness, and his heart was filled with sadness.

Swallowing the steak, tears flowed into my heart and drinking wine, the taste of freshly woken up red wine is special.

But there is no sadness in life. A man who finds a woman is sad about how tired he is, and a woman who finds a man is sad that he is not favored by a man.

Why can't parents grieve like Jackie Chan when there are parents? Why don't the children who have no family grieve themselves without family.

After all, it is a cyclical process that ends without a problem, so why make yourself unhappy.