The World of Mercenaries: The National Boss Is a Girl: Chapter 179 But you... don\'t believe me.

It is rumored that Huang Quan has a handsome appearance and a swiftness comparable to that of a ghost. He is the second terrifying guy besides the captain of Xuanguo's secret team who can harm people.

He founded Judgment, which is now feared in the Tao, and each of the members of Judgment can stand alone.

The founder was only thirteen years old that year.

Huang Quan is a person who no force wants to offend.

"Dead man, you don't need to know." The ultra-laser pistol in her hand has been accurately aimed at the man's heart.

The killer hurriedly pulled off his mask, revealing a rather delicate face, and the flash of fear on his face disappeared, as if he no longer cared about life and death.

His face was excited, and his every move was devout worship: "You must be Huang Quan, look at me, remember my appearance, my name is Shuo Jin, I adore you! I like you very much!"

The killer's behavior was very similar to that of a fanboy of a groupie, and Shen Dongyang couldn't help but look stunned, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Jun Lingao was even more stunned. He didn't understand the words they said at all, but he always felt that it was unusual and powerful.

"Huang Quan, I like you!" Shuo Jin's hand was like a trumpet, and excitedly wanted to throw himself into Shen Dongyang's arms.

Jun Lingao frowned and coughed violently for a while, his blood was not smooth, how could his man always be missed by others?

Seeing the killer jumping over happily, Shen Dongyang's face was cold, he pulled the trigger, and mercilessly hit the man named Shuo Jin.

The red beam of light pierced into the heart instantly, Shuo Jin fell straight, and was smiling very happily when he was dying. He saw Huang Quanda, Huang Quanda is really handsome and has a good temperament!

Walking with noble and elegant steps, Shen Dongyang lowered his eyes and looked coldly at the corpse with a happy face. The power ring on his index finger flashed a red shimmer again, and there was an extra bottle of liquid in Shen Dongyang's hand. , The liquid that was either red, yellow, or yellow was poured onto the body of the corpse without a pause.

She lowered her head and looked at the corpse that was about to turn into white smoke, without much emotion.

"You know, I won't allow someone who wants me to die to live."

A minute has not passed, and the fallen figure seemed to disappear out of thin air, not even half of the clothes were left.

In addition to the white smoke floating in the air, and some pungent smells in the air still exist.

In the vast expanse of whiteness, it seemed that the killer named Shuo Jin had never appeared.

Everything that happened today has completely refreshed Jun Lingao's three views.

Covering the pain coming from his chest, Jun Lingao stood up on the ground, staggered and grabbed Shen Dongyang's hand, then dragged her over, put his hands on her shoulders, and carefully checked, "Ayang is fine. Right? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Shen Dongyang sighed, seemingly helpless, "I just told you to go, why didn't you go."

Jun Lingao's face was stunned for a moment, but he quickly calmed down. He smiled slightly and pulled his chapped lips: "I don't want to leave, I want to help you."

"But you saw my secret." Shen Dongyang slowly raised that complicated face, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he regarded Jun Lingao as a dead man.

Shen Dongyang's remarks are self-evident.

The corners of Jun Lingao's lips stiffened, "But I don't want to die, I haven't seen enough of you."

"What if I insisted on killing you." Shen Dongyang stared at Jun Lingao, suppressing the mixed emotions in his heart, and his voice was calm and terrifying.

"If you insist on killing me..." Jun Lingao's eyes darkened, and his subordinates quickly grabbed the super laser pistol in Shen Dongyang's hand.

Shen Dongyang's eyes sank, the killing intent in his eyes was exposed, and when he was about to make a move, Jun Lingao had already put the gun on his head.

Shen Dongyang was stunned, and his voice was deep: "Jun Lingao."

Jun Lingao smiled at her, even though his hands were shaking very violently, but when facing her, the gentle and doting smile raised at the corners of his mouth was not adulterated at all, and it was pure and flawless to make people think that he was not at all. Fear of death.

Jun Lingao continued the unfinished words, "If you insist on killing me, I won't let you do it, I won't let you get my blood, I won't let you blame yourself, you live well."

As soon as Jun Lingao's voice fell, he seemed to be completely relieved, and he was no longer afraid of death in an instant.

"No!" Shen Dongyang said, no, hysterical, panicked and panicked.

His hands moved quickly, and he pulled the gun out of his hand at once, but it was a little too late. The red light swiped across Jun Lingao's face, and a bloodstain was wiped out of that handsome and clear pale face in an instant.

Following his perfect outline, tick-tock flowed on the white snow.

Staring at the super-laser pistol that fell on the ground, Shen Dongyang still had lingering fears, sank his eyes, squatted down and retracted the pistol into the power ring.

When he straightened up again and turned his head to look back, Jun Lingao was standing there, and the goose feathers from the heavy snow fell on his hair and body.

The face is like the joy of digging a baby.

Jun Ling couldn't help being arrogant, Ayang just... didn't want him to die.

It's because... I like him.

It must be.

"Ayan." Jun Lingao's brows and eyes were happy, showing his big white teeth, and he smiled stupidly. He stretched his arms to hug her.

Shen Dongyang was stunned.

However, he stretched out his hand and pinched it on his neck mercilessly, his face quickly returned to calm, but his eyebrows were still a little vigilant: "Jun Lingao, you better not say it, otherwise you will definitely die in in my hand."

There was no trust in Shen Dongyang's eyes.

Even though Jun Lingao chose to commit suicide in order to reassure her, Shen Dongyang still had no trust in his eyes.

Her back was only given to Lu Qingkuang, the dead friend.

Jun Lingao was strangled by his neck, his face flushed red, it seemed that if Shen Dongyang used a little strength, he would really die on the spot.

The joy that raised his eyebrows slowly disappeared when Shen Dongyang stretched out his hand.

Shen Dongyang stared at Jun Lingao's eyes, the strength in his hand relaxed a little, and he quickly let go of his hand as if he had experienced some kind of struggle.

"Cough." The restraint on his neck was loosened, and Jun Lingao greedily breathed in the fresh air.

After calming down a little, Jun Lingao said with a low expression, his throat choked badly: "I traded my life for your peace of mind, but you...don't believe me."

These few short words made Jun Lingao hurt to the core.

Shen Dongyang's expression was calm, and he didn't have the slightest intention to explain anything.