Chapter 1897 (2/2)

”Well.” He nodded to jiu'er: ”what happened next? Don't you mind after this? ”

”Changning will handle it.” Ilanyou has great trust in Changning's ability to handle affairs.

”All right.” ”When shall we go back to Kyoto?” he asked

”What?” Yilanyou joked: ”less thinking about thunder?”

”Who thinks of him.” ”To nine son turned a white eye to say:” I think small Xiang Yang is good

”Who knows.” Yilanyou said with a smile.

”Secluded!” Xiang jiuer's cheek flushed. The seclusion was so bad that he even laughed at himself.

”Hahaha.” Ilan's smile was so loud that she made a fist to jiuer and beat her arm.

On the other side, Fang Lian takes people back and throws them into the basement.

Looking at the person who hasn't woke up, Fang Lian's eyes are cold and gloomy.

This person is not the one she sent. She knows it well, but why does Ilan you insist that it is her person and return this person to her?Fang Lian sat on the chair with his elbows on the back and his fingers on his forehead.

Today, it seems that yilanyou is deliberately setting up a Wulong formation with her, one after another, which makes her unable to understand yilanyou's intention.

”Master, what about that man?” He asked, pointing to the man lying on the floor not far away.

”Give him one arm first.” Fang Lian said.

”Don't you wake him up and interrogate him?” He was stunned for a moment.

When you come up, you lose your arm?

“……” Fang Lian didn't answer, but turned her eyes coldly to her subordinates. There was a warning in her eyes.

”Yes...” Fang Lian took such a look at him, and immediately his back was cold. He walked to the man with a sound, took out the pistol, adjusted the silencer, loaded the gun, and fired three shots at the man's left arm.

The first shot was nailed to the wrist, the second to the elbow, and the third to the shoulder.

”Ah!”

He was awakened by pain, and his visual nerve had not recovered.

It was dark before my eyes. After about a second or two, I saw the light.

This is a strange environment, too late to think about his own situation, he only felt his pain was severe, he turned his head to look at his left arm, and saw the blood pouring out of the gun hole and wet clothes flowing all over the place.

Pain, the pain of drilling.

”Who sent you.” Fang Lian looked at the man and asked.

“……” Without the strength to answer, the man found it difficult to speak.

Didn't he recruit? He has said all about it. Why should he continue to be so embarrassed?

”One more leg.” Fang Lian's tone was cold.

When he got the order, he shot the man at the corner of his knee.

”Ah!” The man gave a cry of pain again.