Chapter 915 (1/2)

Monsoon uses her mind. In terms of force value, Shi Sheng is the opponent of the old driver. Even if her body is weak now, it will take minutes to put down monsoon with an iron sword.

Monsoon's face was close to the ground and his hands and feet were tied back. His posture at this time was absolutely humiliating, and his face was even more painful.

”Ji Liuying, you want to rebel, don't you?” The monsoon roared in one direction, hoarse and ferocious, ”let me go.”

Shi Sheng sat on the sofa with the stick he took out before the monsoon in his hand and bumped, ”let go of you? Do you want to do it again? But my hand is sour and I don't want to beat you.”

Monsoon blushed and his neck was thick. ”Ji Liuying, you want to die!”

”Mr. Ji.” Shi Sheng narrowed his eyes, ”you should have said to many people that those who know current affairs are Junjie. How can you not understand yourself?”

Shi Sheng spread his hand, ”it's obvious that I have the advantage now. Do you think I'll let you go?”

”Ji Liuying, I won't let you go.” What has this little bitch done outside this month? She's so brave.

Before he said a word, she trembled with fear.

”Just think about it. You won't get out of this house alive today.” Shi Sheng smiled at the corners of his mouth.

When the monsoon passed through his mind, Sheng suddenly roared, ”do you dare to kill?”

Shi Sheng sneered, ”it's not the first time. What dare you not do?”

Her tone was arrogant and her eyebrows were full of self-confidence. Even an ordinary dress could not hide her dignity. She should be the superior who stood on the nine days and pointed out the rivers and mountains.

Shi Sheng reached for his mobile phone and put him in front of the monsoon, ”do you want to call the police?”

Monsoon stared at the screen. On the dialing interface, the three numbers of 110 have been typed. He just needs to click with his chin to broadcast.

Monsoon looked up at the woman on the sofa. She had stood up with a cold shining iron sword in her hand.

How could this be a seasonal firefly.

”Give you a chance to call the police.” Shi Sheng shrugged, walked a few steps to the monsoon and looked down at him. ”Monsoon, do you know where you lost? It's not hard enough. I'm you, so I'll call the police. I'm going to die anyway.”

The Monsoon's eyes stared big, and the cold light approached, turning from a line into a strong light.

Monsoon itself is cannon fodder. It's very easy to kill, but it's a little troublesome to deal with the body.

Fortunately, she didn't touch too many things in the original master's room. After clearing all the traces, she took the body to dump it.

Leaving Z City for the suburbs, Shi Sheng flew all the way to the wilderness and finally found a place to dump his body.

She threw the body down from the sky and watched it disappear into the dense forest.

Half of the task of revenge is completed.

It's just the man.

Male Lord, this kind of creature is not easy to kill. You can only use your brain.

Use your head this kind of thing, the baby is refused, how good it is to solve it so simply and rudely!!

[...] you will be beaten if you do this to cut corners and complete the task.

Didn't I avenge the original owner? Did you report? Where is there Jerry built?

The death of monsoon is revenge. What else do you want?

[...] don't want to talk to the host.

Shi Sheng stepped on the iron sword and left. Just after leaving, a burst of birds suddenly started up in the forest below, and a figure slowly floated into the air.

He was wrapped in a strange black robe, his whole body was hidden in it, his hood covered his head, and he could not see what he looked like in the backlight.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the place where Sheng dumped his body just now.