"Boss!"

The men in black who were laughing around were startled, then rushed over, tentatively savage, and found that their boss was dead.

Dead?

Just die like this?!

Everyone was stunned and looked at the slender and delicate girl

Not only the man in black was shocked, but Di Ji and others were all dumbfounded and stupid, as if they were looking at a ghost.

When they saw Song Zhao kicking it out, it was ordinary...

However, with such an ordinary kick... he actually killed the other party on the spot.

Don't you play this for a while?

Will it be killed directly?

"How did you do it?" Di Ji gasped, and because he was too excited, he hurt his wound and his face turned pale.

No matter how you look at it, Song Zhao couldn't have too much strength. How could he just kick a big man to death?

Are those things Fu Nanqian said before exaggerating?

"Fighting is an elegant art, of course it requires a brain-like mind~" Song Zhao glanced at Di Ji with disgust, smiling charmingly, "The little girl has reminded you not to be reckless, why are you disobedient?"

Listen to this tone of looking at naughty kids.

Di Jie's face turned red quickly, and he sweared in a low voice.

"You stinky girl dares to kill our boss. I will fight you!" A man in black who was closest to Song Zhao wiped his face and raised his sword to rush towards Song Zhao with a grim smile.

brush--

The invisible silver needle penetrated the air at an astonishing speed, and stabbed the acupoint on the neck of the man in black in the same way as the leader of the man in black.

He was like a man in black, and he was frozen in place.

"Well, the little woman doesn't want to kick people, she's not elegant at all~ But how can she kill talent and elegant?"

Song Zhao tilted his head and muttered a little distressedly.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she took out a small hammer from her wide sleeve.

"Well...just use this~" The girl smiled lightly, and her tail sounded, charming, and her hair stood up in everyone's ears.

She used the little hammer to smash the specific acupoint of the man in black. The man in black fell to the ground and lost his breath on the spot like a leader of the man in black.

"You...you..." The man in black collectively experienced a magnitude eight-magnitude earthquake in his pupils.

She looked at her companion who died on the spot with a light hit, as if she was dreaming.

When is it so easy to kill someone?

They looked at each other, and then rushed towards Song Zhao at the same time, "Damn it, come with me!"

Dozens of men in black were blood-red and swarmed in to cure Song Zhao to death.

Di Ji and others couldn't help but widen their eyes and let Song Zhao run away quickly.

Song Zhao won't run away.

She turned her wrist and placed a very miniature small mechanism on it, and pressed her thin white fingers on it.

Countless silver needles were emitted in the form of a fan, and they rushed sharply towards the man in black who was surrounded from all directions.

They froze in place almost at the same time, their eyes widening in horror.

Song Zhao took the little hammer and hurled it happily in turn. He chuckled lazyly by the hammer and said in their ears,

"Remember, in the next life - thousands, no, you must offend the doctor~"

Seeing the men in black die by Song Zhao hit one by one, Di Jie, Yun Xiu, the personal guards, and the Black Shield Army in the fire circle, everyone was stunned.

These people are all real Jingwei... Why did they feel like they have become puppets when they got to Song Zhao? She is treating killing as a play?

But she is obviously just a weak woman with no power!

This is simply incredible...

Di Jie and others had huge shock and dullness in their pupils, and they had no idea what expression they should do, and they all became stiff statues.

No wonder this beauty kept saying that there was a way to solve the problem and insisted on following her.

They thought she would be here to drag her back, but they didn't expect to save their entire team.

After a long time of stagnation, it seemed that everyone in the dream finally came to their senses. Their eyes at Song Zhao were not as casual as before, but with a hint of awe.

On the other hand, the man in black running on the periphery.

When they saw that those who were close to Song Zhao were dead, they were so scared that they stopped in place and stared at Song Zhao as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Is it over?" Song Zhao pinched his wrists and licked the corners of his lips sly, "Can you come here and let the little girl play?"

The girl stood there in a gauze feathered dress, with the lace strap outlining her graceful body.

When she talked, she habitually picked her eyes, which was charming and charming.

This is a little fairy with fatal temptation in both temperament, expression and movement.

However, at this moment, the men looked at her and felt creepy.

"Everyone back..." An older man in black spoke first, "This woman... is a monster... she has witchcraft on her body, and she will die when she gets close to her!"

Everyone has indeed discovered this rule.

Anyone who gets closer to Song Zhao within three steps will definitely be as if he is fixed.

Therefore, everyone was afraid to run away from Song Zhao.

Song Zhao had no more to play, so he let go of his hand very regretfully.

However, she counted the casualties of the other party and found that there were about twenty people dead in total, which was considered as a breath of breath for the personal guards of the powerful ministers.

The men in black looked at their companions who had died all over the place, and were really unwilling to let it go. After weighing the pros and cons, the older man in black spoke, "I don't care what method you, the witch, used to kill our colleagues, but we have to settle the key to the warehouse... Otherwise, I will pour the black oil at my hand into the fire circle and let the five hundred black shield soldiers die!"

"Get out of here, kill me if you want to kill me, so I won't be afraid of death!"

The Black Shield Army shouted fiercely.

Di Jie took a breath and turned around and said to Song Zhao, "You must not give it to me."

When the older man in black heard this, he knew that the key was on Song Zhao and said treacherously, "No matter how you can use witchcraft again, but if we don't get close to you, you will have no choice but to do anything to us...

But we have gunpowder here. You have to think clearly. If you don’t take out the key, I will blow up the station.

Then I will alarm the local government and I will report you again. You will not be able to save your private salt transportation~”

"Despicable!" Di Ji and others cursed angrily.

The opposite side showed the firearm in his hand and smiled, "I'll count it for you three times. If you don't give it, don't blame me for blowing it up here."

"If you give the key, you can shut your mouth?" Song Zhao asked casually, hugging his arms with one hand, and the silver key was hooked on his fingertips.

The people in black looked straight.

"Of course, you give us the keys, and we promise not to talk nonsense."
Chapter completed!