v3 Chapter 462： Pull out

A bullet with a few sparks. Just like the sickle of death. The punishment was Guo Jin’s life.

Guo Jin was a stunned fall from the air.

Du Cheng is indeed in front of him just to let Guo Jin did not think that Du Cheng is not within the eight-meter range of his budget but in the place 20 meters away.

Under the black paint's night cover, Du Cheng is a black suit. Guo Jin simply can't lock Du Cheng in the first time.

However, Du Cheng has already locked Guo Jin in the moment when Guo Jin vacated. Du Cheng also deducted the trigger and Guo Jin in the middle of the air did not even have the chance to dodge.

However, Du Cheng's face is not very good-looking. He is more cautious to know that Guo Jin will definitely be black, so Du Cheng intentionally speaks to Guo Jin to create the illusion. Otherwise, Du Cheng will have no confidence to avoid in the close range. The power of smashing.

If such a close distance is hit, Du Cheng believes that he will never feel good.

Guo Jin directly fell to the ground and his consciousness did not immediately dissipate his eyes filled with endless unwillingness.

He did not think that his rigorous cloths would fail and the other party used such a strange way to kill himself and the entire mercenary squad.

It’s just that he’s already powerless. His eyes are already slowly starting to smash the door to hell. He is already beckoning to him.

"Du Cheng, even if I die, won't make you better. You don't think that if I die, you can be safe and sound. One day you will regret it."

This is the last sentence that Guo Jin flashed in his mind before he lost his consciousness. Even if he died, his face still showed a few shackles and haze.

After watching Guo Jin’s death, the face of Du Hancheng’s face was not completely relaxed.

Because this is not the look that Guo Jin should have in Du Chengxiang's imagination, there is something else besides being unwilling.

However, Guo Jin died in any case. Although Du Cheng left his heart, the most obvious thorn in his heart was still unplugged. For Du Cheng, the gain tonight is undoubtedly very large.

After half an hour, several police cars roared and Du Cheng gave the police the documents of the Guard after they had seen the police's documents.

With the identity of the Guard Bureau, there is no such thing as the handling of the Zhengzhou Jinjin’s Zhengzhou-like syndrome. The arms alone have already plagued them.

Therefore, Du Cheng did not pay attention to anything but drove back to the city with Han Zhiqi.

Han Zhiqi did not say anything along the way, but his face was slightly pale and obviously had not recovered from the shock.

Or Han Zhiqi can't see how Du Cheng looks like he just shot eight enemies. Du Cheng's face is not a little bit of an unexpected look. It is like a piece of light that is like stepping on eight ants. .

Du Cheng knew that Han Zhiqi needed time to digest, so he did not say that it was naturally silent along the way.

The car quickly stopped at the gate of the Convention and Exhibition Hotel. Du Cheng stopped slowly and did not drive in outside the gate.

"Du Cheng, I am a little scared.

Han Zhiqi did not get off the car and then she was a little embarrassed and said to Du Cheng.

After all, it was the first time I saw the dead and eight of them were head shots. Han Zhiqi was just a girl who was afraid of it.

"Would you like me to accompany you for a while? When you fall asleep at night, I will go." Du Cheng said softly after thinking about it.

"Yeah." Han Zhiqi nodded slightly but his face was a little more shy.

Du Cheng did not go up with Han Zhiqi but said: "You go up first, I will buy something and wait for you to come back to you.

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Han Zhiqi responded again and then opened the door and walked inside the hotel.

Du Cheng left the car directly.

But Du Cheng did not lie. He did go shopping.

Although Fu Zhiqi did not say it, Du Cheng knew that she must have been frightened. This is because Du Cheng naturally needs to be responsible for it. Du Cheng went directly to a Chinese medicine shop and bought some Chinese medicines for Ping Shen and then went. A liquor store bought a bottle of red wine and some snacks before driving to the hotel.

Du Cheng’s trip and one-off time also took nearly half an hour to wait for Du Cheng to go to the hotel. Han Zhiqi was taking a shower and blowing her head to Du Cheng to open the door. Her length was obviously wet and The faint scent of the fragrance, coupled with the delicate nightdress with embroidered embroidery on her body and the pretty face of Red Tongtong, constitutes a scene full of seductiveness for any man.

Fortunately, Du Cheng’s ability to make a slight smile made him enter with Han Zhiqi. One. And said! "You blow your head, I am going to take this medicine. You are late. You will sleep better."

Seeing Du Cheng’s careful Han Zhiqi’s obvious glimpse, then the face is low, and I don’t know what’s in my heart, but she’s still bowing her head: “It’s okay, I’ve already blown it. ""

Although there is still some moisture, but the indoor temperature is pleasant, and Han Zhiqi will not need to blow anything, but it will have some influence on the quality.

Du Cheng saw that Han Zhiqi did not say much, but went straight in the direction of the kitchen.

This is the presidential suite. Everything is naturally all right.

Han Zhiqi also followed Du Cheng into the kitchen and sat in a chair watching Du Cheng wash the Chinese medicine and put the Chinese medicine on the stove to boil and slowly fry with a small fire.

Throughout the process, Han Zhiqi did not remove any of the obvious sights.

Du Cheng naturally felt the strange look of Han Zhiqi, but he was reconciled to avoid Han Zhiqi's gaze but took out two hotels to go to Han Zhiqi: "Drinking a bar can relax some minds."

When Du Cheng opened the cork and gave him and Han Zhiqi a half cup of red wine.

"Du Cheng has one thing, can you tell me?"

Han Zhiqi took a sip of red wine and finally asked the question she most wanted to ask, a question she had never dared to ask.

"What is it." Du Cheng vaguely guessed that some did not refuse.

Han Zhiqi did not speak and then got up and walked towards his room.

Just after Xuan Xuan, Fu Zhiqi took out a laptop from her room and opened a video file.

The file network opened a scene of familiar images that had already appeared in the eyes of Du Cheng, and then the piano sound that was so beautiful and beautiful was also slowly rang.

In the picture, Du Chengzhen, wearing a black tuxedo and a mask, is sitting in front of the piano.

Just looking at this screen Du Du will know what Han Zhiqi wants to ask himself.

"Du Cheng, is this you?

Han Zhiqi looked at Du Cheng while looking at the screen and asked nervously.

Du Cheng does not know that his video screen is very popular in Korea now. This piano song is more popular. South Korea’s Han Zhiqi just looked at the screen at the first sight and connected the man in the picture with Du Cheng. Wearing a mask but in the eyes of Han Zhiqi, this man is very similar to Du Cheng.

"It's me." Du Cheng did not hide it because Han Zhiqi, who should know, should know.

Listening to Du Cheng’s answer, Han Zhiqi’s look is obviously a bit more confusing.

Although she knew that Du Cheng had already belonged when she was in Japan, Han Zhiqi was actually somewhat difficult to accept after the real confirmation. The most important thing is that the woman made Han Zhiqi feel a sense of powerlessness.

"Du Cheng Gu Sixin is your girlfriend right?" Han Zhiqi then asked but the answer she already knew.

Du Cheng gently nodded, but there was no concealment in front of this. "Du Cheng naturally will not hide anything."

Han Zhiqi’s look is even more stunned. Some of his eyes are also awkward. Unconsciously, he has already reached out to the glass and drank gently. But I unknowingly drunk that half of the glass of wine ~www.novelhall.com~ Du Cheng did not say what Du Cheng would not deceive because it is not shameful. Just grabbed the hand to bring the notebook together and the music sounded abruptly.

The tranquility of this moment is a bit strange at this time.

Fu Zhiqi is just a little embarrassed sitting between the eyes of the original window of the soul, it seems to have lost some of the gods and even some hollows do not know what is thinking.

Du Chengxian looked at Han Zhiqi and then sighed in his heart and turned his gaze to the porcelain pot with a faint sound of rolling water.

This kind of Chinese medicine generally has to be fried for ten minutes and it is definitely impossible to fry.

Everyone has the power to choose. Although he has been somewhat uncontrollable by him, Du Cheng still hopes that Han Zhiqi can make Han Zhiqi's choice. If Han Zhiqi chooses to give up, Du Cheng will not stop or retain anything.

Because Han Zhiqi's insistence is more difficult than that of Han Zhiqi's abandonment, Du Cheng is harder to choose because Du Cheng is not a jealous person in this respect.