Chapter 342 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (61)

The woman lowered her beautiful and curled eyelashes, and pursed her red lips.

She is too careless.

In the small world, without divine power, she is nothing.

After a long time, Sheng Jinghua said softly, "How about I make a bet with you?"

Fu Yue looked at him coldly: "What?"

The man's brows and eyes were gentle, and his watery eyes looked at Fu Yue faintly, "Bet whether he is willing to give up everything for you, and then die... If he is willing, I will let you go. If he is not willing, then I will let you go." Kill him and lock you up."

Fu Yue glanced at him and said lightly: "You can't kill him."

Sheng Jinghua smiled, played with the jade finger in his hand, and said to himself: "Who knows..."

Suddenly, Fu Yue sneered: "Sheng Jinghua, I'm afraid... even if Lianzhi is willing to give up everything, you won't let me go."

Sheng Jinghua didn't speak any more.

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Stars sprinkled the night sky, and there was light fog lingering. It was late at night, everything was quiet, and the corridor on the third floor of Paramount was dark.

"Da da, da da."

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, the pace was gentle, neither hurried nor slow, echoing in the dark and empty corridor.

The surrounding lights were dim, a pair of black shiny military boots settled down steadily, and the man's straight and tall figure was as tall as a pine, and he kicked open the closed door.

Qi Jin's face was sullen, and his beautifully shaped eyes were lifted up, and he looked in coldly, with worry lurking deep in his eyes.

He saw Fu Yue who was tied to the chair at a glance, and Sheng Jinghua who was already standing next to her, holding a gun in his hand, pointing the black muzzle at the woman on the chair.

Qi Jin's pupils shrank, and the beautiful and dark pupils gradually deepened, "Sheng Jinghua, what do you want?"

Sheng Jinghua smiled slightly, with a spring-like smile on his face, he waved his free hand, "Young Commander Qi, don't worry, we have plenty of time, let's talk slowly."

The gun in his other hand was firmly pressed against the back of Fu Yue's head.

Qi Jin's hand was unconsciously going to grab the pistol pinned to his waist, but the other party's light words made his hand freeze in place.

"Young Commander Qi, don't act rashly. Sheng's gun is loaded. If the gun accidentally misfires, Chi Yue will die."

Pursing her cherry red lips, Qi Jin gradually clenched his fingers, and said coldly: "Let her go, and you can do whatever you want."

Qi Jin's eyes were fixed on Fu Yue, and then he comforted softly: "Yueyue, don't be afraid."

Fu Yue shook her head slightly at him, disapproval in her glass-like eyes, "Lianzhi, you shouldn't have come."

Sheng Jinghua narrowed his peach blossom eyes.

This picture of a man in love with a concubine... is really damn dazzling.

He opened his light-colored lips, and said expressionlessly, "I want the military power in this northern city."

Qi Jin looked at Sheng Jinghua, then raised his hand, with slender fingers wearing white gloves, and took out a token from the pocket of his military uniform.

Without hesitation, "Okay."

Sheng Jinghua laughed, with a bit of sarcasm, "Qi Jin, Qi Jin, you, the young commander of Beicheng, have always loved the people? Why are you willing to hand over such power to someone like me? This woman Is it that important?"

Qi Jin lowered his eyelashes, "Naturally."

He still cherishes words like gold, but every word is full of affection.

Sheng Jinghua said to himself: "Forget it, I don't want this Lao Shizi token... Let's be fair, one life for another, how about it?"