Chapter 1302

Qianqian is a great beauty, but also inherited all the advantages of him. Her martial arts is very strong, her mind is particularly flexible, and she also pays special attention to her family. Qianqian is almost the perfect embodiment.

But she left that day, he finally realized the pain of bone erosion.

Qianqian knelt in front of him and cried: "Dad, I can't bear you. But in order to burn the child's illness, the daughter must go to the four corners of the world to make a journey. If he can't find Mr. Boye, she will not go home. Wait for me. "

As soon as Qian Qian left, he never came back.

Over the years, he experienced the pain of the separation of his closest relatives.

The old man's eyes suddenly became sinister and icy, "Stinky boy, how do you know the location of the library?"

He vaguely felt that the prisoner must have seen the nine pictures taken by Qian Qian. If his inference is correct, then this person must be one of the killers who killed Qian Qian.

He can never forgive him.

Zhan hanjue's leisurely eyes fell on the food on the hand of the old master, and he sniffed gracefully. I'm sorry, I'm too hungry to talk

The old man's eyes became more deep and deep, "Stinky boy, after dinner, if you don't give me a clear explanation, I will make you die very ugly."

The old man handed his job to him.

With his hands tied, he was not willing to eat with his face buried in the bowl. Looking at the old man, he said, "can you feed me?"

The old man gaped.

He took out his ears and said, "did I hear you correctly? You want me to feed you? "

Zhan hanjue said: "I have cleanliness disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder. If the rice grain gets on my face, I will be very irritable

The old master shuddered at his words --

he remembered that his little princess Qianqian had this strange habit since she was a child.

He looked at Zhan hanjue, his eyes became colder and colder.

At the moment, I believe that this guy has met his daughter, so he can borrow obsessive-compulsive disorder to win his favor.

He carefully fed Lord Zhan until he finished feeding a bowl of rice. He put the bowl down, and then the eagle pupil covered his calm face.

"Say it." He squeezed the word out of his teeth.

Zhan hanjue's uninhibited smile disappeared a little bit. He knew better than anyone how cold-blooded and merciless the man was in front of him.

But he was never a weak man who knew how to give in. He looked at the old man and asked, "old man, did you have a trace of regret when he washed the tourmaline three years ago?"

"If the time could go back, I would still make that decision," he said coldly

The fingers under the sleeves of the warlord curled together one by one, and the hatred of his eyes overflowed a little bit.

"I'm sorry. I will never tell you the answer you want. "

Years of rage, "you dare to tease me?"

Han Jue raised his face fearlessly and looked at him, "injustice has its head, debt has its owner. If you have a grudge against the warlords, why do you implicate the innocent? "

After the old man was angry, he regained a trace of reason, "who are you?"

Of course, the warlord did not dare to reveal his identity. If this murderous Shura knew that he was still alive. It is bound to seek the survival of the warlords.

Before the old man's killing heart has disappeared, the fighters can't live in the sun.

Lord Zhan hated the end of the world, and even more hated the inhuman old man in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I am the most innocent person in that misfortune!"

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